"Ten moves determine the outcome?" Wang Qingchen couldn't help laughing: "You don't need ten moves, you can determine the winner within three moves!"
Swish——
Wang Qingchen formed seals with his hands quickly and skillfully, and when everyone looked at them, they saw that the afterimage was changing.
The deep witchcraft power in his body is like a volcano erupting, but it is compressed and rotates between his palms.
At a glance, it looks like two circular blades, exuding a dangerous aura in the left and right hands.
"How can you compress your witchcraft power to such an extent?" The expressions of the four helmsmen of the Holy Maiden Temple all changed.
A hint of fear appeared on their faces. As elders, they actually felt ashamed of themselves when faced with the witchcraft that was compressed to the extreme.
"The world-shattering dust-free curse!" Wang Qingchen shouted softly, and the compressed witchcraft power twirled with his left and right hands suddenly radiated ripples all over the sky.
Different from ordinary ripples, the ripples in front of you are one wave after another, and each wave is like a circular blade, cutting everything.
Boo hoo hoo——
The space shook continuously, and wherever the ripples passed, it was as dark as ink.
Audiences from all directions, separated by the defensive witchcraft barrier, could not help but hold their breath and feel terrified.
"Is this the inherited witchcraft of the Wang family?"
"It should be. Rumor has it that this is one of the few witchcraft left by the ancestral witches. Although it is not as talented as the Yin and Yang style, it is still very terrifying. There was once a leader who successfully practiced this technique and used it to challenge the four major powers in the divine domain.
The kings of the dynasty were all defeated in the end!"
"Yes! That was one of the few glorious moments of our witch clan. Unfortunately, the leader died young before he could lead us back to the divine realm! To this day, no one can practice this style to the extreme.
The heat!"
"But Wang Qingchen's technique has great potential! When the leader was at his age, he was still a little inferior! If Wang Qingchen persists in practicing, he will definitely be able to practice this technique to perfection!"
At this point, the audience all looked excited and excited.
"Wang Qingchen is worthy of being ranked second in the Holy Son assessment. Although he failed, in terms of understanding and talent, he is far better than most of the previous Holy Sons!"
"Well, although Mr. Yi has made it to the ninth round, I think it will be extremely difficult to survive from Wang Qingchen's hands."
boom--
Ripples cut through, rumbling and vibrating, stirring up the spiritual energy of the earth and causing chaos, and the witchcraft was indiscriminate.
As a result, the arena scene inside the barrier was distorted, and the outside world could not see clearly. All they could hear was the constant roaring, and the figures of the two people were blurred.
"one move!"
At this moment, everyone felt that it was impossible for Mr. Yi to defeat this once-in-a-lifetime Wang Qingchen.
A warm and calm voice came from the arena.
Everyone took a closer look and were shocked to find that Mr. Yi's white fingers could easily catch the sharp ripples shot by the opponent!
"Ah! How is that possible? The ripples are so sharp that they can even cut through space!"
"Who is he? What kind of witchcraft is this? Why have I never heard of it?"
"It's simply unbelievable. You can release a powerful spell with just your fingers, and invisibly dissolve the world-breaking spell!" Among the crowd, an old man with extraordinary eyesight recognized the mystery of this move.
"It's just..." The old man twirled his beard and looked surprised: "There are not many spells that can resist the World-shattering Wuchen Curse! Moreover, they are only in the hands of the leader, the Holy Son Hall, and the Holy Lady Hall, and can be practiced
Their people are also selected from thousands of people. Most of them are saint sons and saint girls who are qualified to practice. Why..."
Hearing this, everyone was also surprised.
Yes, why is this kind of inherited witchcraft not practiced by a saint, but handed over to a... man!
Could the Holy Lady’s Temple secretly cultivate male geniuses?
"Could it be that the Holy Daughter's Palace has been dormant for many years and finally cultivated a powerful genius who can resolve the failure of the Holy Daughter's recruitment of a husband?" Someone speculated.
He does not mean that.
Someone's eyes flicked back and forth between Su Yu and Mr. Yi, and they suddenly realized: "I know! The Holy Girl's Palace is so well hidden!"
"Why did they let Su Yu arrive late and arouse everyone's dissatisfaction? Just to keep everyone's attention on Su Yu!"
"Why did they arrange such superficial cheating methods to arouse greater dissatisfaction? Let Su Yu attract everyone's attention!"
"So, we didn't pay attention to Mr. Yi!"
"He is the real trump card of the Holy Maiden Temple! Su Yu is just an eye-catcher!"
After hearing this analysis, everyone suddenly understood.
No wonder the Holy Lady Temple went out of its way, not only cheating, but also acting so arrogantly. It turned out that they were just waiting for this moment.
Looking at the expressions of the Saint Son's Palace and related forces, it was obvious that they were a little ugly. It was obvious that they were also being plotted by the Holy Lady's Palace.
Su Yu secretly said: "You finally noticed it."
From the very beginning, Su Yu felt that the arrangement of the Holy Lady Hall must have a profound meaning, and he understood it when he saw Mr. Yi.
"However, I'm afraid there is one more thing that you haven't noticed." Su Yu said.
On the ring, Wang Qingchen looked shocked and stared at the opponent's fingers in surprise: "Who are you?"
Mr. Yi Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "Those who compete for the Saint."
After finishing speaking, he pinched Wang Qingchen with both fingers.
Wang Qingchen's expression suddenly changed. He could vaguely sense that the witchcraft power in his body was out of control under his pinch!
"Give it to me!" Wang Qingchen used the witchcraft power in his body to counter the opponent's mysterious power of two fingers.
But what shocked Wang Qingchen was that Mr. Yi just smiled softly and changed his two fingers to five!!
With a squeeze of five fingers, Wang Qingchen's pores were like a fountain, overflowing with witchcraft power, and all of them were sucked towards Mr. Yi!
His witchcraft power decreased, but Mr. Yi's witchcraft power increased dramatically!
In an instant, the two of them waxed and waned, and their witchcraft powers were greatly different.
Encountering such overbearing and strange witchcraft, Wang Qingchen was shocked, but he realized something clearly: "It turns out to be you!!"
Mr. Yi smiled lightly and said nothing.
Wang Qingchen hesitated for a while, then he cupped his fists and bowed: "I am not your opponent! I didn't expect that your strength is hidden so deeply! If it were you, I think your Saintess Temple may not have no hope of surviving this disaster."
"I admit defeat." After saying that, Wang Qingchen retreated from the ring.
The leader of the Wang family, who has a strong sense of immortality, frowned and said, "Qingchen, have you seen the other party's identity? Who is it?"
Wang Qingchen shook his head: "We can't say it now."
He looked in the direction outside the palace and said: "Our agreement with the Chu style family ends here. We don't have to work hard for them anymore."
The royal family leader nodded slightly, yes, they had kept their promise and tried their best to disrupt the meeting.
Now that Wang Qingchen has been defeated, they don't have to continue and can retreat.
The royal family leader simply closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to the arena.
But Wang Qingchen stared at Mr. Yi closely, his eyes filled with excitement and expectation.
"Mr. Yi has won nine consecutive victories and has been qualified as the candidate for the Saint Daughter's husband." The Master of the Saint Daughter's Palace said this expressionlessly.
There were slight fluctuations in his calm words, showing his inner unrest.
Years of long-cherished wish finally come true!
Several helmsmen and hall masters all cried with joy.
Finally, a man with nine consecutive wins was born, and he was their man.
Regardless of whether Zhao Tianyin wins the next battle with Su Yu or not, the Saint has one choice, and that is Mr. Yi.
According to the rules, Master Yi agrees to become the husband-in-law of the saint, which will fulfill the prerequisites for the saint to inherit the position of leader.
The Holy Lady Temple can finally compete fairly with the Holy Son Temple.
"Haha, the Holy Lady Temple has finally made a comeback!"
"Yes, after so many years, I never thought that I would see the saint daughter successfully recruit a husband again."
"The Holy Child Palace's plan has come to nothing."
However, at this moment, a discordant yin and yang tune sounded, clearly echoing in the sky above the Holy Lady Temple.
After everyone searched carefully, they were surprised to find three people floating in the sky above the Holy Lady Hall.
One of them is a middle-aged man covered in armor and with a cold air in his eyes.
"Clan Chief Chu!"
The other is a young man with a gloomy look, standing closely behind the middle-aged man.
"King Chu Ba is here too!"
The father and son of the Chu family arrived at the scene at the same time.
But what the audience, the Holy Lady Hall, and even the Saint Son Hall paid the most attention to was the inconspicuous old man in linen behind them.
Seeing this person, the Master of the Holy Lady Hall and the Master of the Holy Son Hall stood up one after another, and even the royal family leader suddenly opened his eyes with a look of surprise. He stood up together with the two hall masters and went to greet him through the air.
"See you, Lord Spirit Witch!" The three supreme figures with immense power saluted the old man in sackcloth one after another.
The old man in sackcloth had no expression on his face, but he nodded his head negligently, and actually accepted their bows.
This scene was extremely incredible in Su Yu's eyes, but in the eyes of the Wu clan people, it was nothing short of ordinary.
The strength and power of the Spirit Witch may not be as high as those of the three supreme powerhouses, but he has a special identity!!
Attendant of the leader of Wangyue!
While the leader is in seclusion, any orders from the leader are conveyed through the spirit shaman.
In the witch clan, the spirit witch is the incarnation of the leader, and seeing him is like meeting the leader.
However, the spirit shaman rarely shows up and often only stays by the leader's side, waiting for the leader's message.
Today, he suddenly appeared at the Saint Daughter’s Son-in-law Recruitment Conference!
What’s even more worth pondering is that the people who came with him were the Chu-style clan!
Others may not know it, but how could the people in the Saint Lady's Hall not know that Patriarch Chu left with hatred yesterday?
It’s the old man who’s being evil now!
The leader of the Holy Lady Hall stepped forward and said, "I dare to ask the spirit witch, but is there a message from the leader of the church?"
The old man in sackcloth skipped her eyes and landed on Mr. Yi. He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and cold: "Someone reported to the leader that the Holy Daughter's Temple violated the ancestral rules and interfered with the recruitment of the saint's son-in-law. I am following the order of the leader.
Come and investigate!"
Hearing this, the hearts of everyone in the Holy Maiden Hall trembled.
The master of the Holy Maiden Palace said hurriedly: "Please tell me, Lord Spirit Witch, that the Holy Maiden Palace has always followed the ancient precepts and has never disobeyed it."
The old man in sackcloth had a cold look in his eyes: "Then who is he?"
His old fingers moved slightly from a distance and landed on Young Master Yi, and an obscure witchcraft power swept over Young Master Yi.
I saw that the magic power fell on him, causing ripples on his body surface.
There seemed to be a layer of extraordinarily profound witchcraft covering his body.
"Broken!" The old man in sackcloth shouted softly, and the layer of witchcraft covering the body suddenly shattered.