Following Xiao Buchong's strange rebuke, the demon monk below who raised objections instantly fell into red-faced silence.
He stiffened his body, breathed deeply, and murmured on his lips.
I want to refute, but I don't know where to start.
After all, the fact is as Xiao Buchong said, there are many monks in the demon world who practice magic in the immortal world.
Not only the black bones and the tea birds, but also the five hundred demon masters without exception.
In fact, he himself secretly practiced several low- to mid-level attack-type magic arts, intending to take advantage of others by surprise when fighting against them.
Under such a premise, for him to raise objections at an inappropriate time is simply a slap in the face and humiliation for himself.
"Go down."
At the moment of embarrassment, Tu Yue, who was sitting in the center of the crowd, smiled and said, indirectly helping him out and saying: "Don't have any other ideas. Since Suning has the courage to challenge, we, the five hundred people in the demon world, have no reason to be afraid of him."
"It's just the second battle of the attack. So what if we lose?"
"Suning can afford to lose, but we can't afford to lose?"
"Besides, the real master who can pose a threat to him has not yet emerged, so it is still unclear who will have the last laugh."
"Everyone, please be patient and just watch the battle quietly."
The embarrassed male demon cultivator bowed his hands and excused himself.
Gu Meng asked in a low voice: "Brother Yue, how many attacks do you think that old guy Zhi Long can withstand Suning's hands?"
Tu Yue pondered for a moment, then said after careful consideration: "Three or five moves are not a problem. If he dares to risk his life and try his best, ten moves are also possible."
"Of course, these ten moves are the limit of Zhu Long. For Suning, he used at most 70% of his strength."
"perhaps......"
His eyes flickered, he slowed down his speech and said with a serious expression: "Maybe not even 70%."
Gu Meng sneered and expressed deep doubts about this: "The difference in strength between the three realms is overwhelming. The genuine thirteenth-level True Immortal in the early stage is actually no match for Suning's Ten Moves. Ha, are you sure you're not kidding me?"
"If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that a fourteenth-grade monk can only survive thirty moves on stage?"
"What about us?"
"When we meet Suning, who is stronger and who is weaker?"
Tu Yue smiled and said nothing, and did not respond.
Gu Meng persisted and said: "Your peak cultivation level can compete with the fifteenth level True Immortal, and the same can be said for me."
"No matter how talented Suning is, he is only a tenth-level true immortal who has just broken through."
"Even if the rumors are true, his ability to break through the four realms and kill enemies is limited to the level 14 of a True Immortal."
"As long as we don't let go and leave no room for him, he will definitely not be able to maintain his reputation as a demon disciple."
The corners of Tu Yue's mouth twitched and his brows darkened as he said, "You are almost at the fifth level of cultivation, how can you have the nerve to say that?"
"Suning is indeed not as good as us now, but what about in the future?"
"Not to mention fighting at the same level, if you wait until he breaks through to the eleventh level of the True Immortal, if you want to beat him again, the chance of winning will be less than 30%."
"Mengmeng, it's not scary to admit that a person is strong. What's scary is that you dare not face reality and are always looking for excuses for yourself."
"You care about the title of number one among the younger generation, but I have never cared about it."
"Well, whether you believe it or not, at least since the day Suning joined the demon world twenty years ago, I voluntarily gave up the idea of competing with you for the first place."
Gu Meng said in surprise: "At that time, you knew that Suning would far surpass us?"
Tu Yue explained: "No, because of my sister's unintentional words."
"That night, she and Senior Xiao were chatting in the back mountain, and I happened to pass by and overheard it accidentally."
"she......"
With a dazed look on his face, Tu Yue lowered his voice and said, "My sister said that Jiang Lin'an has not completed the road to sainthood, and Suning will complete it in his place, and he will surely ascend to the sixteen great worlds."
Gu Mengjiao's body trembled, she raised her head in disbelief, and quickly regained her composure and said, "Seriously?"
Tu Yue smiled bitterly and said, "It's pointless and boring to lie to you with this."
"You know, Jiang Lin'an's status in my sister's heart is unshakable, and no one can replace her as the number one person in the Three Realms."
"I have never heard her praise other men. Suning is the only one besides Jiang Linan."
Gu Meng entangled his fingers, rolled up the edge of the white skirt that was hanging on the ground, and murmured to himself: "My brother..."
"My brother didn't say anything else, he just warned me privately not to provoke Suning."
"You can find ways to become friends with him, but you must not become enemies."
Tu Yue was about to agree, but at this moment, the roar of landslides and ground cracks suddenly came from the arena formation.
It's the rolling waves of the water, and the rupture of the water wall hundreds of feet high.
