Chapter 452 Who else is this Xuanji Throne Cangming Bow?
Chapter 452 This Xuanji throne is full of bows and arrows, who else would it be?
Chu Yue carried a battle ax on her shoulder, lazily and indifferently, looking down at Qin Qianqian who was sitting on the ground, with uncontrollable contempt in her eyes.
Under the extreme pressure of the strong man, Qin Qianqian's legs trembled crazily.
The disciples around him made mocking sounds.
Chu Yue snorted lightly.
Immediately, he raised a slender leg, stepped on Qin Qianqian's shoulder with soft boots, leaned forward, got a little closer to Qin Qianqian, and said coldly every word: "Miss Qin, please don't be embarrassed outside. Your words and deeds represent
It's Shenwu, why don't you do something embarrassing? As the Northern Marquis of Chang'an New Town, I don't mind cleaning up the house outside!"
Qin Qianqian's eyes widened in horror.
Chu Yue retracted her legs, returned to her original position, lazily leaned on the black gold Qilin's back and closed her eyes to take a nap.
Ling Wanling's beautiful eyes glanced at Qin Qianqian with disdain, then she quietly distanced herself and moved aside.
When she looked at Chu Yue again, Ling Wanling's heart was filled with vigilance.
She has discovered that after what happened just now, some of the disciples seem to have changed their views on Ye Chuyue.
This is not a good thing.
Ling Wanling half-squinted her clear eyes.
Mr. Duan and other examiners were also observing the movements here, with solemn expressions on their faces.
"The transformation of profound energy into force can only be achieved by warrior-level practitioners. As far as I know, Chu Yue just broke through the warrior-level not long ago, right?"
The young man in the python robe showed a look of astonishment, "I'm afraid even those who are famous on the list of Shenxuan Xuanji can't achieve this kind of fusion of talent and penetration."
Mysterious force transformation, as the name suggests, after the body absorbs and swallows the martial arts mystical force, it uses the Dantian and Wugen to store and refine it.
After cultivating to the warrior realm, warriors with more wisdom can use their own tendons and the mysterious energy stored in their muscles to radiate out of the body and transform into a terrifying momentum full of wind!
The power of transforming one's force should not be underestimated. If one is a highly skilled person, with just a little bit of transforming force, he can kill people, massacre cities, and collapse mountains and seas!
But according to the historical records of martial arts, almost no cultivator has ever achieved enlightenment in the warrior realm.
Understanding beyond one's boundaries is as difficult as reaching heaven.
"How did she do it?"
The young examiner looked at the lazy and tired girl with shock in his heart.
The old man pondered for a while, took a long breath, and then said in a serious tone: "It seems that we are about to witness the rise of an eternal genius."
"It's just a fluke. It's not the transformation of mysterious power."
Deacon Huang from Ziyang Academy snorted and said sarcastically: "A mere low-level martial artist wants to practice mystical force transformation? Isn't this just an idiot's dream?"
Mr. Duan sneered.
"When Butler Huang is in the warrior realm, can he get out by luck?"
Duan Laohan glanced at Deacon Huang and sneered: "So, it was a fluke that the girl carried hundreds of bloody thunders? It was a fluke that she captured the twelve cities of Dongyang and ranked first in Chaoyan's army training?"
Mr. Duan's aggressive words immediately silenced Deacon Huang.
"Mr. Duan, please don't forget that she doesn't have martial arts skills, and for this academy's assessment, the necessary qualification for a disciple is martial arts skills."
Deacon Huang was not to be outdone: "Whether you are a genius or a waste, your true colors will naturally be revealed during the assessment."
"The time has come, let's prepare for the assessment."
Deacon Deng Yun of Shenxuan gave the order.
Mr. Duan and Deacon Huang finally became quiet.
Suddenly——
A sound of gods and Buddhas sounded along with the sound of bells and drums, and Mount Futu was enveloped in flying dragons and phoenixes.
Deng Yun's voice resounded throughout the world: "Everyone, I am the examiner of Shenxuan, Deacon Deng Yun. For thousands of years, Futu Mountain has witnessed the rise of countless heroes and geniuses. The journey of the strong begins now, and the world of martial arts begins.
, colorful, as long as you step out of the pagoda gate and rise above the sky, you can become a king immediately!"
"On behalf of the ten major colleges, I would like to welcome you to the pinnacle of martial arts and the era of the strong!"
Countless disciples suddenly became excited, and they were eager to give it a try.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The weak eats the strong.
The winner will be known soon.
No one wants to leave Futu Mountain in disgrace!
The soaring dragon and phoenix flashed with dazzling light, and their huge bodies rushed straight to the top of the Buddha Mountain.
Under the scorching sun and on the top of the mountain, the blue dragon and golden phoenix screamed and collided with each other, converging into a blazing golden light group.
"This assessment is much more difficult than before, but the person at the top of the list is qualified to sit on the Xuanji throne, and can also get Shenxuan's holy treasure, the Cangming Bow!"
One sentence once again made many disciples excited.
The faces full of vigor showed unprecedented ambition.
Let me ask, who among the young men in this world doesn’t want to ascend to the sky and sit on the Xuanji throne?
That is the supreme honor of honoring our ancestors!
Sitting there once will make your life worthwhile.
The disciples who were undergoing the assessment trial could not contain their excitement.
"Oh my God, Shenxuan has spent a lot of money. This Cangming Gong seems to have been the holy bow of one of the eight disciples of Wu Ancestor. It has been extinct for a long time. I didn't expect it to appear in Futu Mountain!"
"I'm looking forward to the Xuanji throne more than Cangming Gong. You know, only genius disciples whose names appear in the Xuanji record are qualified to be assigned the Xuanji throne!"
“I don’t know who the winner will be in the end, I really hope I am the chosen one!”
Tens of thousands of disciples were excited and excited, planning to give it a try.
The middle-aged man in a python robe looked at these disciples and shook his head, "You are really young and don't know that there are corresponding dangers and difficulties behind the huge temptation."
"Look at the one in Chang'an."
Duan Lao's eyes fell on Chu Yue.
The middle-aged man glanced at it.
Compared to the excitement of the others, the girl was completely uninterested, without any ups and downs.
Her expression was calm and her eyes were as clear as amber, as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of her without being surprised.
He raised his chin slightly, revealing his slender white neck, branded with scarlet lotus flowers.
The iron-blooded aura on her body is intertwined with the coquettishness of Feilian, which is a perfect visual feast that makes people unable to take their eyes away.
"this......"
The man in the python robe swallowed his saliva, feeling unbelievable.
He is also well-informed and has read countless people, but is this man too calm?
Mr. Duan stroked his white beard, and suddenly he was in a good mood. He smiled happily: "Mr. Ye, your reputation is not in vain. It would be great if she could come to Zhui Feng Academy..."
The man in the python robe rolled his eyes, came over, and whispered: "Shenxuan has put pressure on the major colleges. Anyone who accepts Ye Chuyue is going against Shenxuan."
"Besides, my master is a famously irritable old man. Aren't you afraid of being chopped into pieces by Yun Jianzun?"
Mr. Duan looked disappointed.
at this time.
The disciples who had finished their rest rushed in front of the examiner.
Chu Yue yawned, stood up and stretched.
The sun shrouded her body, bright and shining.
He looks like an immortal from the God's mansion, but with a bit more evil and wild edge.
Chu Yue raised her head and looked at the golden light group on the top of the mountain.
A confident smile appeared on her stunning cheeks, exuding a cold brilliance.
This Xuanji throne is full of bows and bows, who else could she be?