In the room, Nie Tian stood up, exhaled a long breath, and suddenly opened a pair of cold eyes, releasing a strange look.
In the past half month, Nie Tian had not taken a single step, and had been practicing hard in seclusion.
Some time ago, his strength improved too quickly, so he needed to settle down.
Half a month of seclusion and hard training not only stabilized Nie Tian's strength, but also improved it again, reaching the second level of the Divine Wheel.
Tomorrow is the start day of the Xumi Martial Arts Tournament. Nie Tian ended his retreat a day early just to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament on time.
"Mo Ruxi should have finished her retreat. Let's go find her first." With a slight smile, Nie Tian walked out of the room.
Just when Nie Tian stepped out of the room, at the same moment, the Mohist Divine Phoenix Peak appeared.
A cliff, tens of thousands of feet high, goes straight up and down, very steep.
At this time, a figure appeared from the sky, flickered, and came directly to the cliff.
This person is none other than the head of the Mo family, Mo Zhaojing.
"Yu'er, it's time for you to come out." Mo Zhaojing looked at the cliff in front of him and murmured.
"Bang!" As his voice fell, a loud noise suddenly came from the cliff, and it exploded. A figure appeared among the debris flying.
This figure was very familiar. It was the number one genius of the Mo family, Mo Yu.
At this time, Mo Yu was sharp and powerful, and his aura was much stronger than before.
And his strength at this moment has actually reached the third level of the Divine Wheel!
A month ago, Mo Yu was only a warrior of the first level of the Divine Wheel, but now he has reached the third level of the Divine Wheel. His strength has improved so fast that it is astonishing.
Mo Yu came out from the cliff. What was strange was that the exploding gravel was suspended and did not fall. It seemed that there was a magical power inside the cliff to ensure that the gravel would not fall.
"Yu'er!" Mo Zhaojing looked extremely excited when he saw Mo Yu come out and sensed the latter's strength.
"Father!" Mo Yu said with joy on his face, unable to hide his excitement, "The Mo family's ancestral land is indeed a magical place. The child only entered the ancestral land to practice for a month, and his strength has been promoted to the second level. It's so fast!"
"Yes." Mo Zhaojing nodded slightly, very satisfied with Mo Yu's improvement in strength, and said: "The spirit pool in the Mo family's ancestral land is a spirit gathering array in ancient times, which can continuously gather the spiritual power of heaven and earth. The spirit pool in the spirit pool
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is hundreds of times richer than the outside world. In the past, my father practiced in the spiritual pool, so he achieved what he has achieved today."
As Mo Zhaojing spoke, he raised his palm, and the rubble in the air immediately gathered, sealing the cave on the cliff.
Mo Zhaojing looked at Mo Yu with a deep look and continued: "Yu'er, the ancestral land of the Mo family is the biggest secret of the Mo family. Only the heads of the Mo family in the past generations know the existence of the ancestral land, and even the people in the Presbyterian Church don't know. For my father, let me
Since you are cultivating in the ancestral land, you should understand what this means."
Mo Yu moved slightly and said, "My child knows that my father wants my child to be the next head of the family, and my child will not let his father down."
"Okay. Let's go." Mo Zhaojing nodded slightly and immediately left with Mo Yu.
In order to help Mo Yu improve his strength, Mo Zhaojing told him the secret of the Mo family's ancestral land in advance.
Mo Yu and Nie Tian have a life-and-death fight. If they meet in this Xumi martial arts competition, it will definitely be a fight to the death.
Mo Zhaojing had seen Nie Tian's strength earlier and was quite afraid.
Before adding, Mo Feng was asked to kill Mo Tai, but Nie Tian stopped him. Mo Feng brought news that Nie Tian's strength was so unpredictable that even the second-level master of the Divine Wheel of the Huashen Sect died in his hands.
Mo Zhaojing was worried that Mo Yu was no match for Nie Tian, so he let him enter the ancestral land to practice.
Now Mo Yu has the third level of divine wheel strength, and when Mo Ruxi activated the Phoenix Cry for Nine Heavens, the Phoenix bloodline in Mo Yu's body was awakened, so Mo Zhaojing has great confidence in Mo Yu.
At the same time, the Xumi Ling Turing Formation Master Guild was in a secret place.
Outside the room, several figures were waiting, looking a little anxious.
Two of these figures are very familiar, one is the spiritual formation master Yao Feike, and the other is Qi Pa Ji Ting Yu.
The other person was a white-haired old man with a stern expression and the demeanor of a master. He was none other than Ji Wuxiu, the president of the Spiritual Array Masters Guild, and the number one spiritual array master in the Three Thousand Small Worlds.
At this moment, Ji Wuxiu, Yao Feike and others are waiting for someone to come out of seclusion, that is Ji Tinghai.
Ji Tinghai is known as the number one evildoer in the Sumeru Spiritual City. Three years ago, he killed a leader of the Danwu Palace with one move and shocked the Sumeru Spiritual Capital. He secretly secluded himself in the Spiritual Formation Master Guild for three years.
He went into seclusion for three years just to shock the world again at the Xumi Martial Arts Association.
Tomorrow is the day when the Xumi Martial Arts Competition begins, and today is the day when Ji Tinghai leaves seclusion.
"Grandpa, why don't you come out yet?" Ji Tingyu couldn't help but asked as she became impatient with the waiting.
"Don't talk." Ji Wuxiu glared at Ji Tingyu coldly and scolded.
The news that Ji Tingyu pestered Duanmulu at the gate of the ancient mansion and knelt down to Nie Tian had already spread throughout Xumi Lingdu. When Ji Wuxiu found out about it, he almost went crazy. The faces of the Ji family were all flabbergasted.
Almost lost to Ji Tingyu.
What evil had Ji Wuxiu done in his previous life to have such a weird grandson?
Ji Tingyu lowered her head and did not dare to speak anymore.
Of course Yao Feike knew what Ji Wuxiu was thinking. He smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, President Ji. I heard that Nephew Hai Xian is out of seclusion this time. His strength can at least reach the fifth level of the Divine Wheel. In addition, President Ji is in his
The protection of the sixth level spiritual formation left on his body can almost compete with the seventh level warrior of the Divine Wheel."
"In this Xumi martial arts competition, Nephew Ting Hai will definitely shine. The leader of the martial arts competition must be Nephew Ting Hai. As for that Nie Tian, it's best to pray that he doesn't meet Nephew Ting Hai. If he does,
, will definitely be killed instantly with one move."
Ever since Yao Feike lost a bet with Nie Tian last time and lost the Five Elements Spiritual Formation, he has been brooding in his heart and wished he could kill Nie Tian with his own hands.
It would also be great if we could use Ji Tinghai's help to get rid of Nie Tian.
"Yes." Ji Wuxiu nodded solemnly, showing his trust in Ji Tinghai.
Although Nie Tian has been very popular recently, Ji Wuxiu still feels that Nie Tian is not even a bit inferior to his evil grandson.
As long as Ji Tinghai doesn't have any accidents while in seclusion, his strength must be above the fifth level of the Divine Wheel, and it will be easy to win the leader of the Xumi Martial Arts Association.
"Boom!" At this moment, the secret door of the room shook, the stone door slowly opened, and a figure walked out step by step.
"Listen to the sea!"
"Brother!"
Seeing the man coming out, Ji Wuxiu and Ji Tingyu became excited and shouted at the same time.
The person who walked out of the room was none other than the number one evildoer in Xumi Lingdu, Ji Tinghai!
Ji Tinghai has a tall and straight figure, a perky face, eyebrows like swords, a restrained aura throughout his body, a calm gaze, very quiet, but there is an edge that cannot be concealed.