The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"The leader, the three-star power certification is not in a hurry. Baifu City is developing rapidly and will surely become a two-star power within three years. At that time, with our sect's heritage, it will not be a problem to become a three-star power."

Gong Qingqiu said confidently.

"Three years?" Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

The task of the fifth stage of the master only takes one year. If Baifu City can pass the two-star appraisal in three years, it will be too slow.

"The progress must be accelerated!"

Ye Feng gave the order.

"Yes." Gong Qingqiu could hear the seriousness in Ye Feng's tone, and his face suddenly became serious.

"However, tomorrow will be the battle between the arrogances of the two countries, allowing the disciples to consolidate their cultivation as soon as possible. They do not seek rankings, but seek to sharpen themselves, understand?"

"Head, I will go to convey your will."

Gong Qingqiu retreated.

Misty Peak cliff edge.

With both hands on his back, Ye Feng looked at the expanding Baifu City below. Suddenly, there was a feeling of magnificent mountains and rivers, swallowing bullfights.

"Tianjiao Fight... Hurry up and start!"

He whispered.

On the other side, the beam demon country.

Li Qiankun and his party came to a large city with a population of more than three million and set up a fortune-teller here.

However, before the guests came up, news came.

"Have you heard that the Baifu City of the Lingling Kingdom is going to hold the two countries' Tianjiao arena. The Leiwu Dynasty and the Lingming Kingdom, the top Tianjiao of the two four-star forces, will all fight."

"Really?"

"It's true, but it's a pity that it will start tomorrow. We are going over it now, maybe it's too late."

"Not necessarily, we rushed at full speed, maybe we can see the most exciting peak duel, after all, at the beginning it was just an ordinary defender, those seeded players did not appear so early."

"What are you waiting for, let's go!"

Li Qiankun, Wang Ping'an, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi looked at each other as they listened to the conversations of the rushing practitioners on the street, and immediately closed the stall with the fastest speed.

Then, they grabbed Brother Flathead's neck, crushed a teleportation charm, and disappeared into a white light in a flash.

The top of the misty peak.

The four-person and one-brother combination finally returned.

However, instead of seeing Ye Feng, they found Mo Ying who had just left the customs.

"Sister Mo, is there really a battle between the two nations?"

"Um."

Mo Ying replied, then rose into the sky and landed in a wooden house suspended on a mountain.

This place is her new residence.

"The Juyuan Realm has eightfold..."

Mo Ying whispered.

During this time, she has been cultivating hard.

When Ling Beast Peak's Spirit Vessel was promoted to a large level, she absorbed a huge amount of heaven and earth rain, her cultivation base increased sharply again, and finally reached the current state.

Mo Ying is looking forward to tomorrow's Tianjiao arena.

...

Early the next morning.

Near the fourteen floating arenas above Baifu City, it has long been surrounded by people, some of them are the people who eat melons in Baifu City, and some are the great arrogances of the two major countries.

At this time, a figure appeared in the sky.

Everyone looked over, and saw this person carrying their hands on their backs, looking very young, but he was releasing a domineering power.

"Divine Origin Realm Great Power!"

All parties were surprised.

"Helplessly, Wang Ling, the elder of the inner gate of the mysterious sect, is responsible for presiding over this battle between the two countries' Tianjiao."

Wang Ling said with a strong voice, "There are a total of 14 arenas in the sky, corresponding to the first to the ninth level of the Juyuan realm, and the one to the fifth level of the Linghai realm. Only Tianjiao under the age of 30 can participate."

"This ring battle lasted three days and three nights in total."

"The loser retires, and the winner becomes the temporary challenger and accepts the challenge of others."

"Benzong specially prepared healing spirits, which can keep the challenger at the peak state at all times and avoid the opponent's failure to win."

"Whoever can hold on to the end is the real champion and the real king of the same rank!"

"So, let's get started!"

Wang Ling's voice was loud.

The Tianjiao present here were all eager to try.

"At the first level of Juyuan Realm, I will defend the ring first!" A young man immediately jumped onto the ring, waiting for the appearance of his opponent.

"Your opponent is me!"

Another practitioner of the first level of the Ju Yuan realm immediately took the stage and fought with the temporary challenger.

"I really want to be on stage!"

Wang Pingan looked at the Tianjiao who were constantly competing in the ring, and found that their combat power was very strong.

"Teacher brother, don't panic, with your poisonous milk talent, you can definitely poison your opponents and win easily." Long Tianxing said with a smile.

"How do you say?" Wang Ping'an blinked.

Qiao Jiaxi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Aren't you asking knowingly? Quickly, go up and fight, remember the poisonous milk wave!"

"Okay, okay!" Wang Ping'an smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and jumped onto the three-tiered Juyuan Realm ring.

"It's a disciple of the Misty Sect!"

"I heard that his name is Wang Ping'an, and he is on the list of Ling Miao Kingdom Tianjiao, but he doesn't seem to have been challenged by anyone, and he doesn't know his specific strength."

"Just look at it or not."

All forces Tianjiao looked at Wang Ping'an curiously, wanting to know what his true skills are.

On the third ring.

Wang Pingan’s opponent was a strong young man, holding a middle-grade spirit sword, from the Leiwu dynasty, and his cultivation base was the triple pinnacle of the Juyuan realm.

When he stood there, a sharp sword intent radiated, which shocked Wang Ping'an.

"Hey, fellow daoist, I see you Yushu facing the wind, suave, strong, strong, strong, strong, like a dragon, you can definitely get the champion of this arena."

Wang Ping'an gave this person a fierce (poisonous) boast (milk).

Hearing this, the sturdy young man holding a sharp sword raised his eyebrows and hummed: "Don't think you flatter me, I will release the water. Tell you the truth, I'll take care of this challenger!"

"This strong man, your anger is really strong, but I think you are still very powerful. With one shot, you can definitely cut the sky with a sword, tear the sky with your hands, and be invincible!"

Wang Pingan is another big mouthful of poisoned milk.

Everyone looked weird when they heard this.

The two are clearly opponents, why does Wang Ping'an keep complimenting the opponent?

Is it possible that the opponent can still boast that the combat effectiveness is reduced?

Everyone is puzzled.

Only the old disciple of the ethereal sect covered his mouth and laughed.

"There is so much nonsense, look at the sword!"

The sturdy young man was very impatient, holding a long sword, and slashing towards Wang Ping'an in a flash, without giving him a chance to breathe.

"Burst Yuandan!"

Wang Pingan didn't panic at all, holding a cloth bag in one hand, reaching in with the other hand, took out dozens of low-grade bursting yuan pills, and slammed them at the strong youth of the Leiwu dynasty.

Boom boom boom!

Every pill is exploding.

The fierce breath became one piece, and within a single turn, he actually blasted the strong young man out, causing him to fall to the ground. His whole body was scorched and his hairstyle became explosive. It was horrible.

"Wow!"

All the great arrogances were stunned when they saw this.

"Cough cough cough..."

The sturdy young man who fell on the ground coughed violently ~www.readwn.com~ thick black smoke was ejected from his mouth, and he pointed at Wang Ping'an with trembling fingers.

"You... why are you so wasteful!"

That's dozens of low-grade Yuan Dan!

Put it on the market, it can sell thousands of lower-grade spirit stones!

As a result, Wang Ping'an didn't blink, and all used them to blow him up. It was crazy!

What made the strong young man even more puzzled was that he had previously felt that he was in a good state, his breath was smooth, his body was strong, and his sword intent was fierce.

"That's all, maybe I missed the position of the champion!" The strong young man was helpless and had to admit defeat on the spot.

"Friends of Taoism, let's accept it!"

Wang Ping'an didn't dare to be proud, and he arched his hand at the man, and continued to stand on the ring, becoming the temporary master of the third ring.