Chapter 759: Loose Cultivator Drunkard, the Amazing Strength of the True Disciple
"Thank you, Master Ye. Since I have served as the referee, I will definitely be fair and impartial. Please rest assured, and everyone in the world can rest assured!"
Drunk, he jumped into the air.
He stood between Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan, stretched out his hands towards them, and said with a smile:
"Two geniuses, today is a happy day for Piao Miao Sect to be promoted to four stars. It is not suitable to see blood, so we will stop here. Both sides are limited to 800 rounds."
"If there is no winner in eight hundred rounds, it is considered a tie."
"How is it?"
The drunkard looked left and right, as if waiting for the two people's decision.
"I have no problem." Han Yonghui nodded.
"Of course there is no problem." Zhou Fengyuan also nodded and looked at Han Yonghui, his eyes full of sarcasm.
He was indeed instructed by others, so he challenged the Piaomiao Sect disciples and prepared to crush them.
In this way, the Piaomiao Sect can lose face.
"Okay, I'll count to three and we'll start right away."
The drunkard said while backing up, "Three, two, one and a half, one, start!"
When it came to "one and a half", everyone in the audience was furious. They didn't expect the drunkard to be so naughty.
As the word "start" blurted out, Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan officially started fighting.
"The shadow of the sword is clear!"
The low-grade Lingbao-level flying sword behind Han Yonghui was automatically unsheathed. He held the sword formula in his left hand and the flying sword in his right hand, and in the blink of an eye hundreds of sword rays were shot out.
"Little tricks!"
Zhou Fengyuan clasped his hands together, and the soft armor on his body erupted into a heavy light shield, blocking countless sword rays.
Then, he started to fight back!
"Hong Yuan Thunder Light!"
Zhou Fengyuan suddenly opened his hands, and a large amount of lightning appeared in his palms. He slashed at high speed with both hands alternately, making the lightning in his palms strike at Han Yonghui like lightning blades.
Clang Clang Clang!
Han Yonghui slashed with his sword with his right hand, blocking a large amount of lightning, and formed a sword shield with his left hand to cover himself, resisting the lightning that escaped the net, and became invincible.
Both sides come and go.
It didn't take long, and they fought for more than a hundred rounds.
"The Piaomiao Sect disciples are nothing more than this, and they are at this level, hahaha!" Zhou Fengyuan became more and more arrogant.
Han Yonghui remained silent.
The test is over, it's time to end this discussion with thunder... Han Yonghui secretly thought.
next moment.
An invisible force enveloped Zhou Fengyuan, making him feel depressed all over. Only after he unleashed all his momentum did the invisible force dissipate from his body.
This is spiritual power!
After joining the Piaomiao Sect, Han Yonghui went into seclusion for a period of time and practiced the auxiliary technique "Nine Transformations of the Gods". He reached the divine level and his spiritual power increased dramatically.
"What kind of magical power is this?"
Zhou Fengyuan was shocked.
After breaking through the suppression of his spiritual power, he turned around and suddenly found Han Yonghui in front of him, holding a sword in both hands and striking it down with all his strength.
Clang!
Zhou Fengyuan had no time to dodge, and was hit by a sword that cracked his soft armor. His whole body was hit by a heavy force and he hit the ground hard.
Han Yonghui withdrew his strength at the last moment.
Otherwise, Zhou Fengyuan would not only fall to the ground, but his body and armor would also be split open by flying swords.
"As expected, I spent tens of thousands of points to buy it from the Zongmen Mall. It's really sharp!" Han Yonghui looked at the low-grade Lingbao-grade flying sword in his hand and couldn't put it down.
Whoosh!
Han Yonghui accelerated his descent, stepped on Zhou Fengyuan's chest, and pressed the tip of his flying sword against Zhou Fengyuan's neck.
at the same time.
Divine power surged out, firmly suppressing Zhou Fengyuan, making it difficult for him to move.
"Admit defeat!"
Han Yonghui smiled.
Zhou Fengyuan was very unwilling and shouted: "You cheated! Seniors, I was suppressed by an invisible force. This is definitely not the method of a disciple of the Piaomiao Sect!"
"No cheating!"
However, he heard the drunkard speak. He took a sip of Dragonite medicinal wine and explained: "This is the power of divine mind, which has the same effect but different approaches. In this battle, Han Yonghui, a disciple of the Piaomiao Sect, won!"
Han Yonghui's victory immediately triggered everyone's discussion.
"The disciples of Piaomiao Sect are very strong!"
"This is only the third generation of disciples. If it were the second generation or the first generation, wouldn't it be stronger?"
Everyone does not know that Han Yonghui is the strongest disciple of the third generation, and his strength can even crush most of the second generation disciples.
Even, not inferior to the generation of disciples at the end of the crane.
"The powerful spiritual power must have been cultivated in a sophisticated and profound auxiliary technique." Yu Luo Zhunsheng whispered.
Everyone heard his voice and nodded silently.
Seeing that no one had any objection to the outcome of this competition, Zhou Fengyuan's face turned pale.
He ran back to his position dejectedly, bowing his head and saying nothing.
The Lord of Tianmiao Holy City glanced at Zhou Fengyuan, and a strange color flashed in the depths of his pupils. He did not expect that the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect were so strong that even Zhou Fengyuan lost.
but.
He was entrusted by Yin Rurong to arrange for some geniuses to challenge and defeat the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect in public. Naturally, Zhou Fengyuan would not be the only trump card.
"Hello everyone, I am Li Mucheng. The competition just now was really eye-opening. Li is not talented and wants to challenge any disciple of the Piaomiao Sect."
Someone else stood up.
This is a handsome young man in white robe.
His aura has reached the peak of the third level of the Divine Origin Realm.
When he smiles, he gives people an evil feeling, which is not very attractive at all.
Many women's eyes lit up when they saw this.
"I wonder which genius of the Piaomiao Sect is willing to fight with me?" Li Mucheng climbed up to the sky and asked, raising his hands towards the seat where the Piaomiao Sect disciples were sitting.
"Let me do it!" Wang Ping'an chuckled and came to the sky carrying the blame.
"A young man who is taking the blame, who is he?"
The strange attire on Wang Ping'an immediately attracted the attention of all major forces.
"This is Wang Ping'an, a first-generation disciple of the Piaomiao Sect. It is said that he is a very powerful alchemist."
"Ah, alchemist?"
Everyone was stunned.
How do alchemists compete?
This kind of practitioner usually sits in the rear, is protected by countless powerful people, and can just refining elixirs safely every day.
If you really want to compete, it should be a competition in alchemy!
What's the point of going straight to the fight?
Is it possible that there is no one left in the Piaomiao Sect?
In other words, the Piaomiao Sect thinks that just sending out an alchemist can defeat the top talents of other forces?
People from all the major forces are very puzzled.
"Second level of the Divine Origin Realm... Fellow Taoist, you are no match for me!" Li Mucheng waved his hands repeatedly.
An alchemist who is a little lower than him dares to compete with him. Is this because he deliberately wants to lose?
Li Mucheng thought so.
"Haha, fellow Taoist is right. You are so handsome, with advanced cultivation and powerful strength. I am definitely no match for you."
"Perhaps, I will be defeated in one move."
"However, I still want to compete with you to see how powerful my newly developed Explosive Pill is."
Wang Ping'an was smiling.
"Test the elixir on me?" Li Mucheng was so angry that he kept grinding his teeth. Remembering that he was here to frustrate the Piaomiao Sect, he sneered and decided to fight Wang Ping'an.
High in the sky.
"Three, two, one, start!"
This time, the drunkard had no skin left, and he simply shouted three two one, quickly kicking off the discussion.
"Boy, you took the initiative to seek abuse, but you can't blame me." Li Mucheng sneered.
He made a hand gesture with his hands, preparing to use his magical power.
"Blow it up for me!"
At this moment, Wang Ping'an held a Qiankun bag in his left hand, reached in with his right hand, grabbed dozens of black pills, and threw them at Li Mucheng.
He felt it was not enough, so he smashed it several times.
In an instant.
Hundreds of Explosive Pills surrounded Li Mucheng, exploding one after another, producing terrifying shock waves, accompanied by billowing black clouds, blocking everyone's sight.
"You are poisonous!"
Among the black clouds, Li Mucheng's furious roar came out, followed immediately by his muffled groan.
boom!
In the shocked eyes of everyone, Li Mucheng fell to the ground from the black clouds, his clothes were in tatters, and black air spurted from his nose.
When Li Mucheng coughed, black smoke came out of his mouth.
His whole body was pitch black, as if he had been thrown into an inkwell, and exuded an unpleasant burnt smell.
That look, how miserable it must be!
"Haha, the power is pretty good!"
Wang Pingan fell to the ground with a smile on his face.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
Although there are alchemists who know that they can refine a kind of elixir that is specially used for explosions. It is very powerful and can be regarded as a life-saving method for alchemists. It is not surprising that it is often seen.
but.
In a situation like Wang Ping'an's, where hundreds of explosive elixirs are available in one shot, it's so luxurious that it reaches the point of madness!