The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Thank you, head Ye, since I have served as a referee, I will be fair and just. Please rest assured, please rest assured that everyone in the world!"

The wine mad stepped into the air.

He stood between Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan, stretched out his hand towards the two of them, and said with a grin:

"The two Tianjiao, today is the day when the Misty Sect is promoted to four-star. It is not suitable to see blood. Therefore, the two sides are limited to 800 rounds."

"If the eight hundred rounds are undivided, it is a tie."

"How is it?"

The alcoholic looked left and right, seeming to be waiting for the two's decision.

"I'm fine." Han Yonghui nodded.

"Naturally, there is no problem." Zhou Fengyuan also nodded and looked at Han Yonghui, his eyes full of sarcasm.

He was indeed instigated by others, so he challenged the disciples of the Misty Sect and prepared to crush them.

In this way, you can save the face of the misty sect.

"Okay, I'll count three times and start right away."

The drunkard backed away as he spoke, "Three, two, one and a half, one, start!"

Speaking of "one and a half", the whole audience spewed rice, never expected the alcoholic to be so skinny.

With the word "begin" blurted out, Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan officially went to war.

"Sword Shadow Zhaozhao!"

The low-grade Lingbao-class flying sword behind Han Yonghui was automatically unsheathed. Holding the sword tactic in his left hand and the flying sword in his right hand, he cut out hundreds of sword lights in the blink of an eye.

"Small bugs!"

Zhou Fengyuan folded his hands together, and a heavy light shield burst out from the soft armor on his body, blocking countless sword beams.

Then, he began to fight back!

"Hong Yuan Leiguang!"

Zhou Fengyuan opened his hands suddenly, a lot of thunder light appeared in his palm, and the two hands alternately slashed at a high speed, making the palm thunder like thunder blades, slashing at Han Yonghui.

Qiang Qiang!

Han Yonghui waved his sword with his right hand to block a lot of thunder, and pinched his left hand to form a sword and shield to cover himself, resist the thunder that slipped through the net, and stay invincible.

You come to me on both sides.

In no time, he fought more than one hundred rounds.

"The disciple of the Misty Sect is nothing more than that, even at this level, hahaha!" Zhou Fengyuan became more and more arrogant.

Han Yonghui was silent.

The trial is over, it's time to end this discussion with thunder...Han Yonghui secretly said.

next moment.

An invisible force enveloped Zhou Fengyuan, making him feel depressed all over, and only after bursting out of all his aura, did he dissipate the invisible force from his body.

This is divine power!

After joining the Misty Sect, Han Yonghui stayed in retreat for a period of time, practicing the auxiliary exercise "Nine-turned Heavenly God Jue", reaching the **** level chapter, and his spiritual power skyrocketed.

"What magical power is this?"

Zhou Fengyuan was shocked.

After breaking through the suppression of divine power, he turned his head and suddenly found that Han Yonghui was in front of him, struggling to cut down with a sword in both hands.

Cang!

Zhou Fengyuan didn't have time to dodge, and was slashed by a sword to crack his soft armor. His whole body was hit by a heavy force and hit the ground heavily.

Han Yonghui regained his strength at the last moment.

Otherwise, Zhou Fengyuan would not just fall to the ground, but would even be split by flying swords with his armor.

"It deserves to be exchanged from Zongmen Mall with tens of thousands of points, it is really sharp!" Han Yonghui looked at the low-grade Lingbao-level flying sword in his hand and couldn't put it down.

Whoosh!

Han Yonghui accelerated his fall, stepping on Zhou Fengyuan's chest, and the tip of the flying sword against Zhou Fengyuan's neck.

at the same time.

Divine power rushed out, firmly suppressing Zhou Fengyuan, making it difficult for him to move.

"Give up!"

Han Yonghui smiled.

Zhou Fengyuan was not reconciled, and shouted: "You cheated! Seniors, I was suppressed by an invisible force. This is definitely not the method of the ethereal disciple!"

"No cheating!"

But when the wine mad said, he took a sip of the dragon human medicinal wine and explained: "This is the power of divine power, and it has the same effect and the same work. In this battle, the mysterious disciple Han Yonghui wins!"

Han Yonghui's victory immediately triggered everyone's discussion.

"The disciple of the Misty Sect is very strong!"

"This is only three generations of disciples. If it's the second or first generation, wouldn't it be stronger?"

Everyone didn't know that Han Yonghui was the strongest disciple of the third generation, and his strength could even crush most of the second-generation disciples.

Even a generation of disciples who are not inferior to the tail of the crane.

"Very strong spiritual power, it should be a subtle and advanced auxiliary technique." Yu Luo Zhunsheng whispered.

When everyone heard his voice, they nodded silently.

Seeing that no one had any objections to the outcome of this competition, Zhou Fengyuan's face was pale.

He ran back into position dingy, bowed his head and said nothing.

The Lord of the Holy City of Tianmiao glanced at Zhou Fengyuan, and a strange color flashed in the depths of his pupils. Unexpectedly, the disciple of the Misty Sect was so strong that even Zhou Fengyuan would lose.

but.

He was instructed by Yin Rurong to arrange for some Tianjiao to initiate a challenge, and to defeat the disciples of the Misty Sect in public, naturally, there would not be only Zhou Fengyuan's hole 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 Misty Sect."

Someone stood up again.

This is a handsome brother in a white robe.

The breath of a body has reached the triple peak of the Divine Origin Realm.

When he laughed, he gave people a sense of evil and charm, but he didn't have any attraction.

When many women saw this, they all brightened up.

"I don't know which Tianjiao from the Misty Sect is willing to fight with me?" Li Mucheng ascended to the sky, and asked for the seat where the Misty Sect's disciple was.

"Let me come!" Wang Ping'an smiled and came to the sky with a black pot on his back.

"A young man with a black pot, who is this?"

The strange attire on Wang Ping'an immediately attracted the attention of all major forces.

"This is Wang Pingan, a disciple of the Misty Sect. It is said that he is a very powerful alchemist."

"Ah, alchemist?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

How do alchemists learn from each other?

This kind of cultivator usually sits in the back, protected by countless strong people, and only needs to make alchemy steadily every day.

If you really want to learn from each other, it should also be a competition of alchemy!

What's the matter of going directly to the field to fight?

Is it possible that there is no one in the ethereal sect?

In other words, the Misty Sect feels that just sending an alchemist can defeat the top arrogance of other forces?

People of all major forces are very puzzled.

"The second layer of the Divine Origin Realm... Fellow Daoist, you are not my opponent!" Li Mucheng waved his hand again and again.

Alchemists who are a little lower than him dare to learn from him. Is this deliberately trying to lose?

Li Mucheng thought.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist is right. You are so handsome and handsome, with a high level of cultivation and powerful strength. I am definitely not your opponent."

"Perhaps, I will lose with one move."

"However, I still want to discuss with you, and try my newly developed Explosive Pill's power."

Wang Ping'an smiled.

"Take me to try Dan?" Li Mucheng was so angry that he grinds his teeth constantly, remembering that he was here to frustrate the ethereal spirit, so he sneered and decided to fight Wang Ping'an.

High in the sky.

"Three, two, one, start!"

This time, the wine mad had no skin, and he simply shouted 321 neatly, and quickly kicked off the prelude to the competition.

"Boy, you took the initiative to find abuse, no wonder I am." Li Mucheng sneered.

He pinched the tactics with both hands, ready to use magical powers.

"Blast 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 smashed it at Li Mucheng.

He felt it was not enough, and smashed it several times.

In an instant.

Hundreds of Explosive Pills surrounded Li Mucheng and exploded successively, producing terrifying shock waves. At the same time, it was accompanied by black clouds, which obscured everyone's sight.

"You are poisonous!"

In the dark clouds, Li Mucheng's angry roar was heard, followed by his muffled snort.

boom!

In the shocking eyes of everyone~www.readwn.com~ Li Mucheng fell to the ground from the dark clouds, his clothes all over his body, and black air currents spouted from his nose.

When Li Mucheng coughed, black smoke burst out of his mouth.

His whole body was dark, as if being thrown into an ink tank, exuding an unpleasant burnt smell.

How miserable it looks like!

"Haha, the power is good!"

Wang Ping'an fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

Everyone looked at this scene, all dumbfounded.

Although there are alchemists who know that they can refine a kind of pill dedicated to explosions, it is powerful, and it can be regarded as a life-saving method of alchemists, no wonder.

but.

A situation like Wang Ping'an, where hundreds of explosive pills can be used in one shot, is simply extravagant to the point of frenziedness!

Countless people's lips twitched wildly.