The eyes of the disciples around him condensed, and they all looked over.
The person with the most potential in Tianxin Dao today, the future Ziwei Emperor Xing, the young master of Tianshu Peak.
A dazzling halo shrouded the young man, becoming more and more heroic.
In comparison, his opponent was much mediocre. A disciple from Tianxuan Peak, who had reached the level of innate refinement, had already touched the edge of Gang Qi.
A person like this could be considered to be extremely talented in the Southern Territory, but in Tianxin Dao, he was nothing more than a true disciple.
In front of Wang Teng, it was nothing.
"Senior Brother Wang Teng."
No. 4, Tianxuan Peak Song Fen
He took a deep breath. He used to be a rumored figure, but today he had to fight against him. He still felt a bit stressed.
"Well, let's take action."
Wang Teng nodded slightly, his eyes swept over Song Fan and touched the edge of Gang Qi... It was acceptable.
He is different from these true disciples. He is a perfect innate who has been promoted to the flawless realm in Tianhong Realm.
As soon as a breakthrough is made, the three treasures gather together and become harmonious and unified, directly giving birth to innate Qi; their combat power surpasses that of their peers.
"I wonder what state Senior Brother Wang Teng has reached now. Has he broken the shackles again?"
Under the arena, countless disciples gathered like a tide
Watching the two figures on the ring
What’s so special about the senior brother who rarely appears?
"good!"
Song Fen from Tianxuan Peak also knew the gap, and immediately started to circulate the energy and blood in his body, surging and roaring.
Whoosh!
The brilliance shone, and the warrior appeared, a flying sickle.
It's rare to see a large chain wrapped around the sickle's body, with a faint fluorescent light flowing around it.
"Hey, Fei Si, Yu Shi and other side weapons are very rare."
At the elders' table, a deacon spoke, somewhat surprised.
I never thought that any disciple would choose such a weapon to be forged as a warrior.
"Maybe he thinks this is what suits him best."
Another elder smiled and joked.
Uh-huh!
In an instant, the strong wind roared, and the flying sickle struck across the sky. The entangled chains swung, and there was a powerful force attached to them.
"It's quite rare."
Wang Teng was unmoved, his eyes swept over lightly, as if the flying sickle that was coming did not attract his attention at all.
"drink!"
Song Fan was not annoyed. He twisted his whole body three times, suddenly folded it up, and passed it on the chain. The power of the flying sickle was increased by another three points, and it was like a jet-black stream of light bursting out.
He hooked straight towards the green-robed figure.
"Senior Brother Wang Teng doesn't take action? Does he think that such an attack can't hurt him?"
Many disciples are hesitant in their hearts. They are very strange. They are both in the Xiantian realm, so why should they be entrusted with it?
"It is rumored that Senior Brother Wang Teng has extremely strong Qi and blood and has made great achievements in body refining. Could it be that he is not afraid of such attacks?"
Some disciples who had inquired about the news spoke up but were not sure.
How strong does one have to be to be able to ignore the attacks of soldiers?
Even those in the innate Qi refining realm would not dare to do this.
Ding~~~
But the next moment, the crisp and distant sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, echoing on the top of the mountain, shocking inexplicably.
It was a flawless light, jade white and slender, a finger.
Quietly resting on the tip of the flying sickle
There is only one finger, but it makes the entire flying sickle unable to move forward.
There is no aura, no true meaning, only pure physical strength.
"Is this still a human being? That's a warrior, a warrior made of divine gold! Just block it like this?"
Under the ring, all the disciples were dumbfounded. They had never seen anything like this before. Even if you punch one finger, it would be too...
Not far away, in the direction of the Tianquan Peak disciples, Sun Chongyu's eyes paused for a moment, and there seemed to be a sword chant echoing behind him, sharp and sharp.
"Condensation!"
Song Fan's face turned red, and his strength had reached its peak. He shouted loudly, and the whole flying scythe trembled. The chains tightened, intertwined, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a long handle and connected with the flying scythe.
It formed a huge sickle, with a cold light and starlight spreading.
"cut!"
He moved the scythe with all his strength and slashed it down like a mountain.
Are there any such changes?
Many disciples were shocked, never thinking that the Flying Scythe Soldier could use such a method.
"This guy is quite smart."
An elder from Tianxuan Peak spoke up and gave a slight compliment.
call!
There was a violent sound of breaking wind, and an arc of light burst out, as if it was going to split him open.
"good."
Wang Teng spoke calmly and confided two words
The next moment, he raised his big hand, and unparalleled power burst out
There seemed to be a whirlwind on the field, and a wave of air passed by continuously
The disciples under the ring only saw a palm as big as a cattail leaf raised, and then the arc of light disappeared, the sickles scattered, and a figure fell down the ring.
The winner is number three, Senior Brother Wang Teng.
Just one move
Song Fan, who was in the Xiantian realm, was defeated in one blow, which made many disciples sigh with emotion.
"You are worthy of being the chief disciple."
At the seats, all the elders looked at each other and smiled without saying much.
"You have become stronger again, but I don't know if you can build a fighting force and fight with all your strength."
In the center of the Yaoguang Peak disciples, Hua Lianxing, who was surrounded by the disciples, remained silent. His eyes slid over Wang Teng and looked away.
Jiang Yuheng, Xue Yan, Sun Chongyu, and Zhuge Qing all had expressions that moved slightly, as if they had seen something, and they felt more fearful in their hearts.
Ta, da, da
The sound of footsteps echoes like a yellow bell
The man wearing a green robe stepped off the high platform, and the disciples on both sides spontaneously gave way, opening a wide road.
The look in his eyes was full of awe.
Only when that figure truly steps out of the rumors and appears in front of them can people realize how insignificant they are.
Ta, da, da
His eyes swept across, calm and unruffled, and he passed by the eyes of awe.
Returned to the elders' seat
"It's so depressing. I feel like I'm facing a vicious beast. I'm so depressed that I can't breathe."
Some people smacked their tongues, their five senses were sharp, and they noticed the terror hidden in Wang Teng's body.
"It's so strong. It seems that it will be difficult for the senior brothers to compete for the top spot."
In the crowd, some disciples whispered.
"Don't even think about it. Which of the top figures in the Seven Peaks and Seven Meridians can be weak? Let alone Senior Brother Zhangfeng?"
The companions on the side rolled their eyes at him, and the disciples had some guesses about who would be the leader of this competition.
By comparison, the most likely ones are Senior Brother Wang Teng from Tianshu Peak, Sun Chongyu from Tianquan Peak, Wuwen Dao Xue Yan from Tianxuan Peak, and Hua Lianxing from Yaoguang Peak.
The combat capabilities of these four are basically at the top, and they are the most likely to win the position of leader.
Buzz!
The next moment, the light curtain rippled, revealing the appearance of the two disciples again.
B-number three vs. B-number four
Hey!
The disciples spoke out again. The number four named B was none other than the top disciple of Tianxuan Peak, Xue Yan, also known as Wu Wen Dao.
He is also a strong contender for the top spot in this talent competition.