Heavenly Monarch of All Times

In the early morning of the next day, the sun just turned up the white belly, and the Moyang City competition field is already crowded.

Today is the three-year military meeting of Moyang City. People came to the competition field early to watch the battle.

The Moyang City Wuhui Association is the contest between the younger children of the Moyang City family. The result of the competition determines the family ranking of Moyang City in the next three years.

On the stage of the battlefield, people from all major families appeared.

Motai sat in the most conspicuous main seat of the viewing platform. His next head was the rudeness of the Bajia family, the Nie Jiada elder Nie Wenyuan, and the other patriarchs of the other prominent families in Moyang City.

Originally Nie Tian should also appear on the viewing platform, but he did not want to be nonsense with these elders, so let Nie Wenyuan replace himself.

"The master of the city, this time the Moyang City Wushu is very lively. The owner of the city thinks who will be the leader of this military meeting?" Bar sullenly squinted, stunned Motai, his expression with a trace of disdain.

If it is placed in peacetime, Bar rude will never dare to put this attitude in front of Motai.

But now the situation is different. After tonight, the Moyang city owner will change hands. The rude and unruly heart has been unable to hold back.

Mo Tai naturally understands what Ba is rude, but he is a quiet expression, and said: "The city owner believes that the head of the military meeting is the same as that of Nie's Nie Tian three years ago. ”

"The master of the city has won the prize." Nie Wenyuan smiled faintly.

"Oh? Is it?" Ba rudely smiled coldly and said without hesitation: "I don't think so. I think the waste of a single pulse is also a head start, it's a joke!"

"Yeah. I heard that the Bajia two young master Ba Ziliang returned from practice. At this time, it is already the strength of the Yuanling. Do you know that the rumors are true or false?" Ma Jingwu, the master of the Ma family, said that there is no disguise between the words. The meaning.

"It seems that the youngest son of Ba Ziliang is only 18 years old. It is already the strength of the four spirits of the Yuanling. It is really a young genius. It seems that the young master of Ba Ziliang is the first genius of the real Moyang City." Invincible followed.

Now that the Ba family is in a big position, there are signs of overshadowing the city's main government. These homeowners are all good characters, and they will not let go of this opportunity to meet the horse.

Although the bad things of the Bada’s young masters and the news that the Ba’s family surrounded Nie’s and the withdrawals were soaring, everyone still believed that the power of the Pakistani family was strong and strong enough to make the city’s main government jealous.

After all, there is no child in the knee, and the only daughter who has not yet awakened Yuan Ling. After the development of Ba Ziliang, Moyang City will be easy to change.

Motai looked at the two homeowners of Ma Yang and smiled a little. He said: "Baziliang is indeed the four strengths of Yuanling, and its strength and talent are very strong. But Nie Tian is not as unbearable as the Pakistani family said. As you can see, Nie Tian’s three strokes will defeat Ba Ziliang. If Nie Tian is a waste, I don’t know what is Ba Ziliang’s?”

"Mucheng Lord, you..." Bar rudely screamed at Motai, and wanted to get angry.

However, Motai is a light-faced, light-smelling sneer: "When Ba Ziliang was defeated, the Pakistani owner was present. Do you want to deny it?"

Bar rudely and angered, biting his teeth: "That boy is just a lucky one. Now I am already a five-powerful Yuan Ling, once again met Nie Tian, ​​I will be able to kill him!"

"I hope." Motai smiled and said nothing.

Motai has great confidence in Nie Tian. Even if Ba Ziliang breaks through the five spirits of Yuan Ling, it will never be Nie Tian’s opponent.

However, Bar rudeness seems to be very confident. He looks like a bamboo in the chest. He stunned Motai and sneered in his heart: "Motai, you are waiting to watch the show."

Other homeowners are no longer talking.

Anyone can see that there will be a battle between Bajia and the city government.

But they certainly can't think of it, this battle will come soon.

On the battlefield, everything is ready.

After a few words of Motai’s routine, the Wushu officially began.

Those who participate in the Wushu are young people under the age of 20.

In previous years, Yuanmai Jiuzhong was already a top-notch strength, but this year it was different, because there was a five-figure guy from Ba Ziliang. Moreover, Nie Tian and Mo Ruzhen also awakened Yuan Ling and became Yuan Lingwu.

The first game started.

Very unfortunate, it is a child of Nie Tian against the Ma family, Ma Yang.

Ma Yang stepped on the battle platform, a arrogant look.

Nie Tian is also on the foot of the competition, but it is a lazy gesture.

The state of the two is in stark contrast.

The appearance of Nie Tian immediately caught the attention of everyone.

Recently, there have been many rumors about Nie Tian. Abolish Ba Ziyang, defeat Ba Ziliang and so on.

But most people just take these as rumors, and few people believe that this is true.

After all, Nie Tian has been destroying the waste as a Yuanmai for three years. No one will believe that a waste can suddenly rise.

In the stands, several homeowners couldn’t help but talk about it.

"Ma Yang, the leader of the younger generation of Ma's family, is already the strength of the Yuanmai. It seems to be a bit bully to the people who have been disabled for three years." Ma Jingjia, Ma Jingwu took the lead, and the sarcasm in the tone Very concentrated.

Nie Wenyuan looked at Ma Jingwu and sneered: "The horse owner is very funny, but you will know immediately who is bullying."

"Mr. Nie, it seems that your Nie family is not convinced, a waste owner, is it difficult to bully others?" Yang Jiajia Yang invincible laughed.

Nie Wenyuan snorted and simply ignored the idiots.

On the battle platform.

"Nie Tian, ​​the first day of Moyang City in the past, when it was three years of waste, I didn't expect you to have a day on the battle platform. It was really unexpected." Ma Yang came to power and looked at the opposite Nie. In the sky, it is a playful gesture.

"Ma Yang, 20 years old, Yuanmai eight. I really don't understand, the strength of such a slag, where are you confident." Nie Tian just glanced at Ma Yang, never went to see the second eye ** .

The strength of the opponent, so that Nie Tian can not afford to fight a little bit **.

"Nie Tian, ​​do you think that you are still a genius three years ago?" Ma Yang sneered, saying: "This is a waste, let you make three moves, after three moves..."

"Hey!" Ma Yang said only half of it, a muffled sound, people have fallen to the competition platform, lying on the ground with four legs, can not climb for a long time.

"Without three strokes, the owner only needs you to make a move." Nie Tian smiled silently and turned to jump to the competition.

Ma Yang was lying on the ground, feeling that the whole body was broken. He didn't see it at all. When was Nie Tian's shot, how did he shoot it?

Several of the owners in the stands were also shocked, and even they did not see Nie Tian’s move.

Nie Wenyuan laughed and said: "The leader of the Ma family can't stop a single move. It's really a bit bully."

Ma Jingwu's face was red, his chest was blocked, and he couldn't swallow.

"But it’s just a matter of defeating a waste of eight yuan. Are you proud?"

Nie Wenyuan smiled faintly and said: "Let's wait until our family owner defeats the Bajia two masters who are not surnamed Ba."

Bar rude eyes cold, his heart roared: "Nie Wenyuan, after tonight, I let you kneel at my feet to admit mistakes!"

Nie Tian defeated Ma Yang in a stroke, causing a lot of sensation.

People only know at this time that the rumors about Nie Tian are true, and Nie’s waste owner is really rising!

Ba Ziliang looked at Nie Tian from afar, his eyes were endless anger, and his heart sneered again and again: "Nie Tian, ​​I must personally kill you, let the people of Moyang City see clearly, who is the first day? ""

In the next game, Nie Tian had no interest at all. It was a competition between the Yuan dynasty and the military, and he did not have any attraction.

Until the figure of Ba Ziliang appeared on the competition platform, it is unfortunate that the battle with Ba Ziliang is a warrior of Nie, Nie Shan.

Nie Shan is 19 years old, and the Yuanmai is seven heavy.

"Nie Tian, ​​I let you watch Nie Jiawu die!" Ba Ziliang did not look at Nie Shan, but it was against Nie Tianyi under the competition.

Nie Tian frowned slightly.

"Ba Ziliang, what do you want to do?" Nie Shan felt the killing of Sen Han, his face brushed white.

"Death!" Ba Ziliang did not give Nie Shan any chance, a palm shot, a sharp sword man S to Nie Shan.

"Hey!" Swordsman passed, Nie Shan was directly worn by D, and died on the spot.

"Haha! Is this the warrior of Nie's family? It's a blow!" Ba Ziliang laughed and screamed and walked away from the competition.

"Bastard!" Nie Tian snorted and blinked in the eyes.

At this time, Ba Ziliang became a mortal person in the eyes of Nie Tian.

"All the warriors of Niejia, withdraw from the Wuhui!" Nie Tian took the initiative and ordered the other warriors of Nie to withdraw from the Wuhui.

This military meeting is not important at all. There is no need to add more casualties. Nie’s family has Nie Tian’s participation in the war.

The people of Nie’s family did not dare to violate the meaning of Nie Tian and all of them left the Wuhui.

"All the Pakistani warriors, withdraw from the Wuhui." In the face of Nie Tian's move, Ba Ziliang chose tit-for-tat.

Ba Ziliang also knows that this military martial art is meaningless. The only thing that makes sense is his confrontation with Nie Tian, ​​so it is no longer necessary for the Pakistani military to continue to participate in the competition.

The warriors of Nie and Bajia also withdrew from the competition, and the remaining warriors were less than half.

The next battle is simpler and more violent.

All the people who played against Ba Ziliang were all killed by one stroke.

Nie Tian’s opponent is basically a defeat.

This military meeting has almost become a personal show of Nie Tian and Ba Ziliang.

In less than an hour, the Wuhui decided to be the top four: Nie Tian, ​​Ba Ziliang, Mo Ruqi, Ma Gang.

Among the four, except for Ma Gang, the other three are Yuan Lingwu.

Ma Gang was able to enter the semi-finals, not strong, but good luck, did not meet Nie Tian and other three.

The final of the semi-finals, the first game, Nie Tian against the ink.

"I admit defeat." Nie Tian has not yet boarded the competition, the sound of ink is already ringing.

"Trusted!" Ink said that the audience lost.

The performance of Mo Ruyi on the Wushu is not inferior to Nie Tian. Everyone thought that there would be a wonderful match between the two.

Mo Ruqi slowly walked to Nie Tian and said softly: "Nie Tian, ​​defeated Ba Ziliang."