"By the way..." Mo Wu took out two letters from his arms, "This is the letter from your senior brother Zhao Guangzhi in the past two months."
Zhao Guang?
Su Yu opened it and read it with a smile on his face.
Everything was normal for him, and his cultivation level had successfully broken through to the second-level Holy King.
However, what Su Yu still puzzled was that in the two letters, it was mentioned again that every moonlit night, someone secretly worshiped Li Guang and left precious pills for him to practice.
"Second Elder, may I ask if Li Guang's friends are still alive in the sect a hundred years ago?" Su Yu asked the second elder.
A hundred years ago, the second elder secretly helped Li Guang and may have understood Li Guang's situation.
Su Yu was deeply grateful to the friend who worshiped him.
Unexpectedly, the second elder was stunned and suddenly asked: "Who is Li Guang?"
Mo Wu also looked at Su Yu with a strange expression on his face: "How could Master know Li Guang? Master is only thirty years old, how could he know what happened a hundred years ago?"
boom--
It was like a bolt from the blue that resounded in Su Yu's mind.
The head of the Li family made it very clear that a hundred years ago, it was the help of the second elders that changed Li Guang's destiny from execution to exile on Shenyue Island.
According to time estimates, the second elder is at least over a hundred years old!
But, in front of me...
Su Yu was slightly startled and said subconsciously: "Isn't the second elder an old woman over a hundred years old?"
"Who are you calling the old woman?" The second elder gritted his teeth and spoke carefully!
Even if her face is completely disfigured, it is absolutely unbearable to be treated like an old woman by a little guy!
Mo Wu's dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she thought: "You are talking about the previous second elder, right?"
Last...last term?
"You should have heard that an elder died ten years ago, right? That person who fell was the second elder." Mo Wu quietly glanced in the direction of the great elder.
Su Yu was slightly shocked, he had indeed heard the rumors.
The Great Elder and the Ten Elders were very powerful. There was an elder who opposed the Great Elder and disappeared inexplicably in the end, and was judged to have fallen.
Could it be that that was the previous second elder?
"Master took over the position of Second Elder ten years ago and is not aware of what you are talking about about Li Guang. You asked the wrong person."
Understanding the cause and effect, Su Yu gasped: "So, the second elder is twenty years old, and he is the second elder of the sect?"
The corner of Mo Wu's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of arrogance: "What's the point? Who do you think is the legendary elder of Liuxian Sect? If the master hadn't been injured ten years ago and his cultivation had stagnated, now... the great elder
What does it mean to be with the sect leader? Master can be destroyed with a snap of a finger!"
The greatest genius of all time? Su Yu stared at the second elder in disbelief, with disbelief surging in his heart.
Ten years of cultivation and no progress!
If I hadn't been injured back then, then now...
"Hmph! What are you looking at?" the second elder snorted coldly, but if you look closely, you can see that his delicate body is slightly unnaturally stiff.
Obviously, in his heart, Su Yu's shocked expression was quite helpful.
The second elder didn't care much about other people's reactions. She had already passed the age of vanity.
Only Su Yu cared a little about his opinion.
The master's reaction made Mo Wu feel uncomfortable, and he snorted softly: "In short, the second elder you are looking for has died long ago, and it is impossible for the master to know about Li Guang's matter."
After hearing this, Su Yu retracted his thoughts and sighed silently in his heart.
In this way, it is difficult to know the senior who worshiped Li Guang.
However, after taking off the heads of Xi Ruolan and Han Zhi, they can wait in front of the tomb to pay their respects to that senior.
"Second round of assessment, ready!" Xi Ruolan's calm voice came leisurely.
Su Yu looked back and fixed his gaze on Xi Ruolan, with a cold light flickering.
He will never forget that Li Guang died in the hands of his lover whom he had missed for a whole hundred years!
Compared to Han Zhi, a bitch like Xi Ruolan deserves to be killed!
As if aware of Su Yu's gaze, Xi Ruolan cast a fleeting glance, then moved away immediately, ignoring Su Yu's murderous intention.
Mo Wu frowned slightly: "The second round of assessment is similar to the first round of assessment. It selects the top experts to enter the finals. Only five people can be shortlisted in this round."
Su Yu looked around and saw that except for Su Yu, who stood out from the sixth-level holy kings, the rest of the selected people were all seventh-level holy kings!
"There are three of them that you need to pay attention to! They are called the Three Ultimate Saint Kings! Apart from these three, no Saint King in the sect can defeat them."
"Among them, the third one is Song Hanming, the second one is Yao Hong, and the first one is Long Fan!"
"The three of them are all seventh-level peak holy kings. They stand above all the holy kings. No one in the sect can rival them!"
"As for Long Fan, he is superior to the other two. He is known as a half-step dragon. He has had the experience of challenging a strong person in the dragon transformation realm!"
Su Yu's eyes flashed and he scanned the three people.
Song Hanming is wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head, looking mysterious and unpredictable.
Yao Hong is tall and beautiful, with a dashing appearance, playing with a jade flute in her jade hand.
Long Fan is dressed in a luxurious scholar's outfit, with fair skin and a feminine temperament. He has a mountain and river fan slanted on his waist.
The temperament and attire of the three people are completely different.
Many seventh-level holy kings looked at the three of them from afar, with deep awe and fighting intent in their eyes.
Among the seventh-level holy kings, they are the invincible myths who stand at the top and are proud of the holy kings.
For five years, no one could break the shackles.
If they fail to transform into dragons, the other seven-level holy kings will be crushed under their feet and will never be able to stand up!
These three people are also Jiang Baiyu's most powerful opponents in this challenge!
Especially Long Fan, who is said to be able to transform into a dragon in half a step, reach the realm of a holy king, and be invincible in the world!
"The selection rules are group competitions. Fifty people are divided into ten groups. The winner of the strongest group will advance to the top ten. Then the top ten will compete. The top five will successfully qualify for the third round of the finals!"
In fact, if you enter the third round, you will be qualified for Xianyun Ancient Temple.
Because, in the third round of the finals, only twenty people participated.
Fifteen of them are experts in the Dragon Transformation Realm, and five of them are the top five selected along the way.
The third round of the finals has more significance, it is the ranking of talents!
"I then drew the names and divided the five people into groups. In the same group, each person has the opportunity to challenge the other four people. The one with the most wins will be the winner of the group."
After saying that, Xi Ruolan randomly selected the number cards and arranged the fifty powerful people from the Seventh Dragon Transformation Realm into groups one by one.
Su Yu was assigned to the tenth group, the last group.
Watching the team members, there is a seventh-level peak person, two seventh-level great achievers, a seventh-level minor achiever, and finally Su Yu.
Mo Wu nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly: "It's not bad luck, it's not bad either."
"You are lucky that you were not assigned to the group with the three unique skills of the Holy King. However, in the group, there are more than three people in the seventh level of Dacheng. I have to say that you are very unlucky."
Among the fifty people, there are only fifteen who are Dacheng seventh-order holy kings and above, but one-fifth of them are all concentrated in Su Yu's group. As you can imagine, the competition is fierce.
"The pinnacle seventh-level Saint King in your group is named Cheng Hao. He once challenged Song Hanming, one of the Three Saint Kings, and lost ten moves against him. It shows that his strength is not trivial, and he is your formidable opponent this time."
Cheng Hao? Su Yu nodded slightly.
"But before that, the remaining nine groups have finished competing one by one, and only then will it be your turn to be the tenth group. Let's take this opportunity to see the strength of the three holy kings."
In the first group, there is Song Hanming, one of the Three Saint Kings!
"The first group comes on stage. The specific rules are that each person has four opportunities to challenge...but there is one exception! That is, there will be a strong player who has won four consecutive victories!"
Once there are four consecutive wins, it means that this person is invincible to four people, and the competition between the remaining people will not affect the result. Therefore, the group competition will end early.
"The first group, the first battle, Zhen Shicheng vs. Meng Ting!"
Zhen Shicheng is a peak seventh-level holy king, and Meng Ting is also a peak seventh-level holy king!
The two of them walked to the center of the ring, both with bitter expressions on their faces.
Being stronger than them, they actually have to be in the same group as Song Hanming, one of the three great masters of the Holy King. It is really unlucky!
"Now that the matter has come to this, they have no choice but to compete first. If they can encounter Song Hanming, they will try to give it a try!"
Zhen Shicheng's aura is powerful and his offensive force is fierce, while Meng Ting's movement is light and agile, soft yet strong.
"Po Ruozhang!"
"Blue water soft fingers!"
crackling——
The two fought each other, each with his own strengths, and there was a hint of restraint between them.
Therefore, it is difficult to distinguish high from low with one move.
But, immediately afterwards, the two fought for ten consecutive rounds.
Although Meng Ting is slightly at a disadvantage, Zhen Shicheng cannot completely overwhelm her!
The two of them walked back and forth, their figures mingling and flying, making it difficult to distinguish them.
Until the seventy-eighth round, Meng was covered in sweat, panting, chest heaving, and exhausted.
And Zhen Shicheng's victory lies in his powerful spiritual energy, which is slightly better than Meng Ting!
Under this situation, Meng Ting could no longer use her gentle strength to neutralize the opponent's fierce strength. She let out a soft moan and fell down onto the stage.
This battle lasted for half an hour.
Xi Ruolan said expressionlessly: "Zhen Shicheng, winner! Take a rest and have a cup of tea. The next opponent is...Song Hanming."
Zhen Shicheng's face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth and took the time to restore his spiritual energy.
Whoosh——
A figure in a coir raincoat and bamboo hat flew across the space silently and landed on the arena.
Under the bamboo hat, a face showed a hint of impatience: "Recovering spiritual energy is also a waste of time for the defeated general."
Zhen Shicheng was slightly angry: "Song Hanming! Don't underestimate me! Last time I fought with you, I survived five moves. This time, I swear to defeat you!"
Song Hanming's eyes fell on Zhen Shicheng, and he looked back lightly after a while: "I don't know what the so-called confidence is..."
After a cup of tea.
Zhen Shicheng regained his composure, with fighting intent burning in his eyes: "Let's start a battle. I, Zhen Shicheng, will destroy your myth of the three unique skills of the Holy King!"
Song Hanming remained calm and took out a bamboo pole from his back with fishing line and fishhook wrapped around it.
Seeing this posture, Zhen Shicheng felt deeply pressured, and Song Hanming used his unique skills to fish alone on the Hanjiang River!
After it is used, it will be unpredictable and attacks will be hard to guard against.
To deal with this move, the only way is to strike first, otherwise you will fall faster if you are passive!
"Po Ruozhang!"
Zhen Shicheng took a shot with one palm, and the air swayed like ripples, giving people a sense of chaos in the space.
Layers of palm winds, one upon another, hit overwhelmingly.
Song Hanming's eyes were dull: "Hanjiang is the only way to fish!"
Turning his wrist lightly, the bamboo pole in his palm swayed in an arc full of unspeakable rhythm.
The fishing line is thrown flying, obviously slowly, but it gives people a feeling of uncertainty.
The fishhook at the end of the line glows with a bright and dazzling light.
crackling——
The fishhook hooked through the airflow, and the air was cut through the air!
“Second style of fishing alone in the Hanjiang River!”
The force of the fishhook continued unabated, and after cutting through the wind in his palm, it hooked Zhen Shicheng horizontally.
Zhen Shicheng's expression changed, and after retreating, he used Boruo Palm repeatedly!
The superimposed palm wind can block the sharp fishhook.
However, before he could feel at ease, the sound of "Three Styles of Fishing Alone on the Hanjiang River" came to his ears!