Three men in gray robes stood in a row. One star, two stars and three stars were embroidered on their chests, lined up in a row, showing their different status and levels.
Zuo Lan, the man in blue robe, stood in front of them with his arms crossed and a sense of superiority: "My three subordinates are all only thirty years old. They are the ninth level of the spiritual realm, the peak of the ninth level of the spiritual realm, and the spiritual king. Each of you will play three rounds, and you three
Zong can discuss it first and send out the candidate you think is the most confident."
The man in gray robe with a star painted on his chest is the man who just defeated Tang Hong.
This person is also the youngest, about twenty years old. His eyebrows are as cold as swords, and his thin lips are a bit cold, arrogant and frivolous.
"I, Wu Chen, am at the ninth level of the spiritual realm. Who dares to fight me?"
Wu Chen's eyes were arrogant, and he swept the whole place, with a touch of undisguised ridicule in his tone: "Are the so-called three major sects all shrinking?"
Among the three major sects, those at the ninth level of the spiritual realm each have a group of people. But at this juncture, no one dares to attack hastily.
Because everyone is worried that this matter is related to the future of the three major sects. If they attack rashly, if they lose, they will undoubtedly be under great pressure and even become eternal sinners.
Wu Chen looked triumphantly, glanced around again, and laughed loudly: "Don't the so-called three major sects even have the courage to fight? Are such cowards worthy of practicing martial arts?"
After saying that, Wu Chen actually sat cross-legged in the middle of the field and sneered: "Since everyone is as timid as a mouse, I will sit here and wait until you are brave enough to wake me up."
After saying that, Wu Chen closed his eyes and simply began to meditate.
This action immediately touched the nerves of all the warriors from the three major sects. This is definitely a huge insult.
When warriors compete, Wu Chen's attitude is undoubtedly the greatest contempt and the most merciless humiliation for the three major sects.
Zuo Lan had a faint smile on his face, not only disapproving of Wu Chen's actions, but actually appreciating them.
Such a blow would weaken the spirit and morale of the three major sects.
At the three major sects, several ancestors no longer cared about airs and dignity, and gathered together to discuss nervously.
"The comer is not a good person. This Wu Chen is not simple in strength. Our three sects should send out the strongest ninth level warriors. Even if one of them fails to win, we must win against him in a wheel battle at any cost. If this Wu Chen can't win even one, he will go to the spiritual realm.
The peak level, even the Spirit King level, is even more hopeless."
The three major sects also have peak spiritual realms.
But there is really no one among the three major sects who can securely obtain the title of Spirit King and enter the Yuan realm half a step away.
There was a Ye Zhonglou back then, but now he has broken through to the Yuan realm.
In other words, the only hope for the three major sects is to win a round at the ninth level of the spiritual realm and the peak of the spiritual realm.
Otherwise, they have no chance of winning.
"Ancestor, I am willing to fight." Behind Baoshu Sect's leader Xie Tianshu, a warrior at the ninth level of the spiritual realm spoke. This man was surprisingly the Baoshu Sect's deputy leader Li Yuan.
Among the ninth level of the spiritual realm, Li Yuan can be regarded as the strongest combatant of the Baoshu Sect.
On the Liuyun Sect side, the chief elder also stood up: "I am also willing to fight."
Wanling Sect also has a deputy leader who is obliged to fight.
These three people are all in the ninth level of the spiritual realm, and their respective sects have the best combat capabilities.
If these three people are not good enough, it will be even worse if someone else takes over.
This is the territory of the Baoshu Sect. Li Yuan, the deputy sect leader of the Baoshu Sect, of course has to take the lead and give the others a fist in the arm: "Everyone, the interests of the sect come first. Li is fighting to the death. If he unfortunately dies, please do it for me.
Take care of Li’s family.”
Obviously, Li Yuan also knew that since the opponent came from a big place and was so crazy, he must have the ability to be crazy. He had a hunch that he would definitely not be able to win this battle.
But even so, Li Yuan is not willing to back down. As long as this battle can consume and defeat the opponent, it will be a worthwhile battle.
"Wu Chen, don't be arrogant. I, Li Yuan, will fight with you."
Wu Chen's eyes suddenly stared, shining brightly like stars, he laughed wildly, and stood up.
"Has it been chosen?"
Wu Chen suddenly shook his finger, glanced at Li Yuan, revealed a hint of sneer, and stretched out a finger: "Ten moves, I only need ten moves. If you don't get hit by ten moves, you will get down, and I will lose."
Arrogant, domineering, yet confident.
Li Yuan is also considered a top figure in the Sixteen-Nation Alliance, apart from his ancestors, and has always been one of the few people who stand at the pinnacle of power.
At this moment, he was so humiliated by a young man of about twenty years old. No matter how deep he was in the palace, he still felt a little congested in his forehead.
"Crazy guy, do you really think there are no people in our three major sects?"
Li Yuan glared angrily, grabbed his hand, and a copper mace appeared in his hand.
Li Yuan's copper mace is longer than ordinary copper maces. It is made from the dragon bones of ferocious beasts. Its power is extraordinary. It is a nine-refined spiritual weapon.
With a little bit of copper mace, a ray of yellow light pierced the void, forming a vortex that grew from small to large and expanded rapidly.
Between these thorns, like stars, there were shadows of Li Yuan's mace everywhere, as if there were countless needles stabbing him, it was extremely dazzling.
Wu Chen laughed: "It's a small trick."
As he spoke, he actually advanced instead of retreating, not even using weapons. When he rubbed his hands together, his palms instantly shone with golden light, as if he was automatically putting on a pair of gloves.
He grabbed it with both hands, like the claws of a five-clawed golden dragon. The claws were countless, as if there were countless big hands grabbing at the attack of the copper mace.
Click
As the figure advanced and retreated rapidly, Wu Chen stretched out two fingers of his right hand and accurately grasped the tip of Li Yuan's copper mace.
With a laugh, Wu Chen took out his left hand again, clasped his middle finger on his thumb, and stretched out his fingers as fast as lightning.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the force of the bullet turned into golden light and directly hit the middle of the copper mace.
Click
Another even more tragic cracking sound.
Li Yuan hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. The copper mace in his hand was actually split into two pieces by the force of that finger, and broke in the middle.
Wu Chen pinched the broken front half with two fingers of his right hand, and threw away the broken mace with contempt in his eyes, as if he were looking through broken metal.
"Are the so-called four major sects all such waste?"
Wu Chen shook his head gently, his face full of disdain: "This kind of ninth-level spiritual realm who is just pretending to be fake should not come out to embarrass himself."
After saying that, Wu Chen rushed forward, and the faint golden gloves on his palms shone with a faint golden light, and there were various totem phantoms constantly changing with his hand techniques.
For a moment, golden light overflowed and condensed into the shape of an ancient ferocious beast. It rose up and pounced on Li Yuan.
"not good"
The ancestors who were watching the battle in the audience were shocked when they saw such momentum.
They knew that these guys must have extraordinary cultivation and strong strength. But after a fight, they realized that the gap between warriors of the same level could be so big.
Li Yuan was in the Baoshu Sect. Apart from his ancestor, only Xie Tianshu and Tie Long dared to say that he could hold his own, but those two were at the pinnacle of the spiritual realm.
However, with just one move, Li Yuan's opponent destroyed the Nine Refining Spiritual Weapon. Then his opponent only used one move to force Li Yuan into a desperate situation.
This gap is simply not a comparison of the same level, but a crushing one.
Not to mention Li Yuan, at this moment, several ancestors all had a desperate thought at the same time - even if they send those at the peak of the spiritual realm, do they really have a chance of winning against this Wu Chen?
And this Wu Chen was only the one with the weakest cultivation, the lowest level, and the least seniority among the three opponents.
If it were the other two who came up, wouldn't they really have to crush them all from the Yuan realm and below?
Li Yuan was shrouded in golden light and retreated quickly, but found that there was no way to retreat. The fear in his heart can be imagined. He also did not expect that he would be destroyed by the Nine Refining Spiritual Weapon in one move, and defeated by his opponent in two moves.
Forced into a desperate situation.
Li Yuan was in despair, and for a moment he felt that everything was lost. He never imagined that he would be defeated so miserably and completely.
Before going into battle, he was also prepared to lose and to fight to the death.
However, when he actually faced this opponent, he discovered that this opponent was much stronger than he imagined.
To put it bluntly, he didn't even have a chance to fight, and was killed instantly.
Seeing this, Ancestor Qianye could only shamelessly take a step forward, push with his palm, and a blue light surged up, instantly neutralizing the opponent's attack.
With a smooth pull, Li Yuan was dragged behind.
Zuo Lan sneered and stared at Ancestor Qianye indifferently.
Ancestor Qianye grimaced and sighed: "We admit defeat in this game."
Wu Chen's offensive was destroyed by Ancestor Qianye, and he was unhappy. However, no matter how crazy he was, he knew that he had no right to be crazy in front of the third level of the Yuan Realm.
Leng Ao smiled and said in an indifferent tone: "Are they all children? If you can't beat them, do adults need to take action?"
Li Yuan felt so ashamed that all the humiliations he had received throughout his life were not as embarrassing as this moment.
Wu Chen became even more arrogant when he gained the upper hand. His eyes were sharp and arrogant as he looked at the two candidates from Wanling Sect and Liuyun Sect who were ready to fight.
"Are you two going up one by one? Or do you plan to go up together?"
"Don't be too arrogant, madman. I, Wang Tuo, the deputy master of Wanling Sect, will fight with you."
This Wang Tuo was the person who openly recruited Jiang Chen before the initial selection. This person's status in the Wanling Sect was only lower than that of the Nine Lions Patriarch and the Sect Master, and his status and strength were both top-notch.
When people from the Wanling Sect go into battle, they all carry contracted spirit beasts with them. This king camel jumped out of the crowd, followed by a ferocious beast that looked like a tiger or a leopard. Its eyes glowed faintly, and it looked fierce, giving people a feeling of hunger and thirst.
Feel
"What? One is not enough? Bring an assistant?" Wu Chen laughed ferociously, "Even so, what do I have to fear? He has ten moves, and you have ten moves too."
Wang Tuo learned from Li Yuan's experience and lessons, but he was not in a hurry to attack.
He had also observed before that Wu Chen's strength lies in his pair of gloves. If he guessed correctly, the gloves should be at the level of Yuanling Weapon.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to break through Li Yuan's mace so easily.