"This village is the hometown of our senior sister Baili, you can't touch it," Xue Qianxue said hurriedly.
"Can your senior sister Baili represent the entire Zhenwu Holy Sect?" Elder Xianyun snorted coldly and asked.
"Our senior sister Baili is the niece of the sixth elder of the Zhenwu Holy Sect, and she has inherited the inheritance of Empress Hongtian. She is likely to become a saint of this generation in the future. What do you think?" Xue Qianxue also felt a little more confident and replied.
"The Zhenwu Holy Sect also wants to get involved in this matter?" Elder Xianyun frowned and glanced at Xue Qianxue.
She had heard of the successor of Empress Hongtian before, but she didn't expect that the matter would involve the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
Elder Xianyun waved her right hand, and a stream of spiritual energy burst out from her fingers. Xue Qianxue felt as if her whole body was imprisoned, unable to move at all.
"I will take you to the Zhenwu Holy Sect to seek justice," Elder Xianyun said calmly: "A few other people are guarding the village. No one is allowed to leave without my order."
Then Elder Xianyun took Xue Qianxue and Elder Fanyun together on the Qingluan to the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
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At this time, within the Shengquan Sect, the inner sect competition has entered the stage of being in full swing.
Naturally, the favorite to win the championship is Luo Changhe's son, Luo Yifeng.
Not only has he become a disciple who is proud of his level, but he has also practiced Luo Changhe's famous pulse skill "One Sword of the Long River".
This pulse technique was created by Luo Changhe back then. A large part of his current prestige is due to this pulse technique.
Therefore, he named this pulse technique after himself.
The inner sect competition of Shengquan Sect seemed a bit boring to Xu Zimo. After watching it for a while, he felt it was a bit boring, so he leaned aside and half-squinted.
Not long after, he was disturbed by a particularly loud shout.
Luo Yifeng and Morey's name were shouted around.
"The final battle?" Xu Zimo looked at Lu Ang, yawned and asked.
"Yeah, I've been bored all day, it's time to do something interesting," Lu Ang replied with a smile.
"Senior Brother Lu, why don't we make a bet," Xu Zimo said.
"What bet?" Lu Ang asked with interest.
"Guess who of the two will win," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "If I win, you will give me a set of six-level arrays. If you win, I will give you a drop of ancient true blood."
"Deal, I choose Luo Yifeng, but you can't compete with me," Lu Ang said quickly.
"No problem, then I'll choose Morey," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
The ancient true blood was obtained by Xu Zimo from Nie Xingqing's ring. This thing is not precious, but at most rare.
As for the sixth-level formation disk, its power is equivalent to an attack in the Imperial Vein realm.
Generally, if an array mage wants to fight in a battle, he must condense the array seals and then place the array seals at the designated location.
This is too slow, and the error-tolerant rate of condensing the formation seals before the battle is high, resulting in the formation master's combat effectiveness being very weak.
Later, someone developed the formation disk, which can integrate the formation seal into the formation disk in advance. When the battle requires it, the formation disk can be activated in advance.
Lu Ang is now in the Zongmai realm and has been advanced to the fifth level array mage for some time.
Xu Zimo knew that Lu Ang could now create a level 6 array, but the failure rate was too high.
To evaluate whether an array mage has reached level 6, his success rate in creating array disks must be 90%, but Lu Ang is now estimated to be less than 10%.
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Seeing how confident Lu Ang was and how he thought he had taken advantage, Xu Zimo shook his head and smiled.
If his memory is correct, he cannot remember much of the content of this inner sect competition, but he only has some impression of the results.
Luo Yifeng suffered a big upset and was defeated by an unknown inner disciple.
On the competition stage, Luo Yifeng wore a white shirt, hung a sword on his waist, and walked up under the gaze of everyone.
Overwhelming cheers rang out all around.
When Morey walked onto the stage, apart from a few cheers, there were loud boos.
"Luo Yifeng, I want to give birth to a monkey for you."
There was a little fat girl underneath who was yelling heart-breakingly, and her voice even faintly overshadowed the other disciples combined.
Luo Yifeng was originally looking around with a bright smile on his face, enjoying everything.
Suddenly hearing that voice, his expression suddenly dropped.
He lowered his head silently, drew his sword, and then pointed it at the young man in black opposite him.
Morey looked at the deafening sounds around him. Although none of these sounds were for him, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
All his hard work over the years will come to fruition.
He will climb to the top by riding on the defeat of the genius opposite him who has high hopes for everyone.
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Luo Yifeng stared intently, but he did not take the young man opposite him seriously.
With one strike of his sword, the sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes. He just wanted to end this meaningless battle as soon as possible.
Morey snorted coldly, and the sound of a tiger roaring in the forest rang out all around. Everyone turned around and saw a green-yellow tiger condensed by spiritual energy standing next to Morey.
The phantom of the tiger filled Morey's fist, and with a roar of a tiger, he smashed the sword into pieces with one punch.
"What kind of pulse technique is this?" The disciples below started talking one after another.
As everyone was surprised, another strange sound was heard.
This time, in addition to the shadow of the tiger, there was actually a dark green turtle.
With the tiger attacking and the black turtle guarding him, Morey's attacks were completely unleashed. He punched and kicked with a wide range of blows, and he actually overpowered Luo Yifeng and started fighting.
"This pulse technique seems familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere," Lu Ang said in a low voice.
Seeing Xu Zimo's confident look, he was startled and asked quickly: "Junior brother, no wonder you want to bet with me. Do you know something?"
Lu Ang felt that he had been cheated. In the previous battle, Morey looked quite satisfactory and did not use any eye-catching pulse skills. Naturally, he was not optimistic about the opponent.
"True Foolish Sage," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in Lu Ang's mind, and he finally understood why the pulse technique used by Morey was so familiar.
Hundred Beast Fist, the pulse technique created by True Foolish Sage, is also his famous pulse technique.
Lu Ang's hometown is in Zhenyu City, which is a city named after Zhenyu Sage.
Because old man Zhen Fool once saved that city, the people in the city also cherished his deeds, memorized them by heart, and were proud of him.
The life of the True Foolish Sage is quite legendary.
It is said that he was abandoned by his family when he was very young because of his ugly appearance, and was later taken back and raised by a leopard in the forest.
Because he grew up among animals, when he grew up, he observed the habits of animals and created this set of Hundred Beast Fist.
