Fantasy: I Finally Waited Until My Disciples Became a Teacher

Chapter 11 Li Xiaosheng’s intuition! Li Zizai’s fear!

Li Xiaosheng’s Cultivation Base is not high.

But before he entered the world of cultivating immortals, he had been in the secular world for many years.

For knowing people, they have their own theory.

Regardless of the aloft of the immortal cultivator, the supernatural powers are far beyond the reach of human beings.

But most of their energy is devoted to practice.

The ability of observing words, observing colors, and recognizing people and things will inevitably be weaker.

If the people and things related to cultivating immortality are okay, if they encounter other things, the cultivator will be even less capable of distinguishing.

For example, these disciples of Buwen Peak.

Li Xiaosheng felt that they were very powerful, very powerful.

I’m afraid it’s not the power of peak pulse at all.

If this is the case…

Li Xiaosheng swallowed a mouthful of water and looked up at the purple gas that filled the sky.

If his guess is true, what kind of heaven-defying magical powers will people like Buwen Peak have?

Any disciple has the ability to erase the entire Wanderer Tranquility Sect?

Thinking of this, Li Xiaosheng couldn’t help being startled by his own thoughts.

how can that be possible?

Buwen Peak has such a Cultivation Base for any ordinary disciple?

It’s ridiculous.

However, his instinct told him that this may be true.

If any of Buwen Peak’s disciples have such abilities and abilities, how terrible would the Master who taught them be?

Li Xiaosheng couldn’t help taking a breath.

His eyes were fixed on the people of Buwen Peak.

Want to see more clues.

However, it is a pity that nothing can be seen.

“Is my guess wrong? Buwen Peak these people are really mortals?”

“Do not!”

Li Xiaosheng shook his head.

Ordinary mortals, even if they rely on the power of the peak veins and possess powerful power, they will still be psychologically involuntarily fearful in the face of cultivators.

And these people at Buwen Peak did not.

They look very calm and composed.

Vaguely and naturally, there was a high, dismissive contempt.

The cultivators of Wanderer Tranquility Sect are just like ants.

Li Xiaoshan believed that such an expression was not pretended.

Mortals do not have the ability to pretend to face cultivators.

This is not acting on the stage, it allows you to play.

Immortal cultivators have tremendous pressure on mortals, making them unable to hold on to themselves, let alone acting deceived.

But Buwen Peak’s disciple, facing the cultivator of Wanderer Tranquility Sect, had no reaction at all.

This is extremely unusual.

Li Xiaosheng’s eyes flickered, and he faintly felt that this time the Wanderer Tranquility Sect competition, I am afraid there will be a real good show.

At this time in the arena, the competition is like a fire like tea.

Except for everyone at Buwen Peak, everyone else was watching the game,

This is a rare learning opportunity.

Seeing the brothers of the same discipline take action, they can learn from their strong points to make up for their shortcomings.

Moreover, this is also an opportunity to understand the opponent.

Because many of them will meet in the next round of competition.

Know your opponents in advance and you can get a head start.

No one will waste such an opportunity.

The disciples of Wanderer Tranquility Sect couldn’t help but despise the actions of everyone at Buwen Peak.

“Sure enough, they are just mortals, so I don’t even have to take a look at the competition.”

“It seems that they are only going to use the power of the peak pulse to push it horizontally.”

“Hehe, how long can mortals bear the power of the peak pulse? I think they may not be able to support the ring.”

“The master’s methods are really superb!”

…

It wasn’t until dark that the first round of the competition was over.

Normally, it would not take such a long time.

However, with the acquiescence of the elders, Nangong Xuanyun deliberately delayed the end of the competition.

“Unexpectedly, these mortals at Buwen Peak can also carry them.”

Nangong Xuanyun’s gaze swept across the people of Buwen Peak.

I thought that one day, these people would be unable to bear the power of the peak and collapse.

Unexpectedly, they did nothing at all.

Grand Elder Li Zizai frowned slightly: “Could it be that these people have cultivated what secret techniques they have failed?”

This is a very strange thing.

Although the power of the peak pulse is strong, the body of a mortal is very weak.

Logically speaking, to withstand a few hours is almost the limit of a mortal.

But it was getting dark now, but nothing happened.

An elder said: “They are just mortals, what secret techniques can they cultivate?”

The elders nodded slightly.

If you are a cultivator, you can pay some price and use some kind of secret technique to delay the time of bearing the power of the peak pulse.

But ordinary mortals can’t do it.

“Could it be that they didn’t use any peak pulse power at all, the previous shots were all their own power?” An elder blurted out.

brush!

Everyone looked over at the same time.

Looking at him is like looking at a fool.

The elder blushed and shook his head quickly: “I am confused, how is this possible!”

“If it is their own power, doesn’t it mean that they are better than me?” Li Zizai sneered.

“Hahaha!”

The elders laughed all together.

How can a disciple who has only been a beginner for ten years be compared with these old monsters who have practiced for tens of thousands of years?

it is ridiculous.

Not to mention, these disciples were all tested ten years ago, and none of them had spiritual roots and could not practice.

If it weren’t for the guy from Buwen Peak, use his Master’s privileges to bring them under the sect.

These guys were driven down the mountain as early as ten years ago.

This kind of disciple with dull aptitude has not even a trace of mana in his body after ten years of entry.

Saying that they are better than the elders of Wanderer Tranquility Sect, just thinking about it, I think that person is crazy.

Insane.

A mortal is a mortal.

Xianfan is different.

How can the elders of Wanderer Tranquility Sect be comparable to mortals?

Saying that Yinghuo and the sun and the moon compete for glory, they all praised them.

“I don’t think they will be able to support it for long. The next round of competition will be held until tomorrow.”

Nangong Xuanyun said.

Normally, on the first day of the Sect competition, there will be at least three rounds of competitions.

But this time the situation is a bit special.

In order to drag the people to Buwen Peak to collapse, he deliberately slowed down the progress of the competition.

“Alright.” Grand Elder Li Zizai nodded: “I think that by tomorrow morning, these guys should all be unable to support it.”

As soon as his voice fell, a Buwen Peak disciple’s momentum suddenly changed in the square below.

Li Zizai’s gaze suddenly became dull.

Suspicion filled his eyes, and deep fear was still vaguely revealed.

The soul seemed to be trembling.

In his field of vision, he saw a golden blood qi coming out above the disciple’s head.

Directly pointing to the sky, deterring the wasteland! *