The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Why is this so!"

Li Mucheng covered his face with his hands, feeling that he should be considered a social death this time.

"Not coming back?"

Li Mucheng's elders hurriedly stretched out their hands, sucked him off the court, and severely reprimanded him.

Zhou Fengyuan, Li Mucheng and others who were present were all secretly found by the Lord of the Holy City.

Therefore, their elders did not know why their younger generations would challenge the disciples of the Misty Sect.

In their opinion, these younger generations want to be famous and want to be crazy.

"In the second game, the Misty Sect disciple won."

The wine mad announced the result of the discussion, and then took a big sip of the medicinal wine, with a face of enjoyment, and wanted to continue drinking.

"Is there anyone who wants to continue to learn from each other?"

The drunkard finished drinking and asked after looking around for a week.

"I come!"

Another young Tianjiao appeared.

She is a woman!

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, had long legs, and was wearing a dress similar to a red cheongsam with extremely high split ends. He held a thin sword in each hand.

Its cultivation base reached the fourth level of the Divine Origin Realm!

"Tianmiao Holy City, Wen Ling, please enlighten me."

Wen Ling scanned the seat where the Misty Sect's disciple was, as if looking for an opponent.

"Let me meet you."

Ji Ziling put down the book in his hand and slowly got up, her ankle-length purple hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"It's the Ziling Fairy!"

"That's a living textbook. She knows countless spells, magical powers, and allusions. She is the most prestigious and talented woman of the Misty Sect. She is also the administrator of the Library."

"What is the administrator?"

"It's a job similar to an elder, managing the entire library of books, and its position in the library of books is second only to Ye Zhangmen."

The appearance of Ji Ziling immediately caused a sensation.

"Sister Ziling, Wen Ling is the fourth level of the Divine Origin Realm, are you sure you can win?" Jia Yulan was worried.

"Don't worry, I can." Ji Ziling blinked and walked out slowly. The aura on his body gradually increased, reaching the triple peak of the Divine Origin Realm.

She is a little lower than Wen Ling!

Wen Ling kept in mind that his mission was to defeat the Misty Sect disciple, so regardless of whether Ji Ziling's cultivation base was lower than his own, he still stood out.

"In that case, you and me will fight!"

High in the sky.

With the word "begin" being pronounced by the wine mad, Wen Ling took the lead in attacking.

She tossed her swords hard.

They turned into two phantom white real dragons, their scales gleaming with cold light, and they flicked Ji Ziling from left to right.

"Formation, Tianyuan Shield!"

Ji Ziling didn't panic at all.

Her hands were simultaneously depicting the formation, and a purple formation appeared under her feet, with a light purple curtain rising up, forming a hemispherical shield, firmly shielding her.

Qiang Qiang!

The shadows of the two white real dragons continued to impact.

However, the Tianyuan Shield only trembled constantly on the surface, and there was no sign of being breached.

"Killing Array, Abyss Demon Sovereign!"

Ji Ziling once again painted the formation pattern with both hands, and an abyss appeared behind him, like a huge void crack, from which countless cold breaths emerged.

Vaguely, you can still hear the trembling cry.

"Roar!"

Dozens of black demon heads jumped out of it, holding a giant axe with two wings on their backs, each of them reached the peak level of the inferior Demon Emperor, wrapped in a fierce aura, and killed them.

"This is a summoning formation!"

"You can even summon the Demon of the Abyss, and there are dozens of them. Ji Ziling's formation skills are very high!"

The big powers saw the essence through the phenomenon, and felt that Ji Ziling was too genius.

"Back!"

Facing the dozens of demon heads at the peak of the Demon Emperor, Wen Ling was terrified, and quickly recalled the white real dragon phantoms transformed by the two flying swords to block the demon heads.

Tear it!

More than a dozen abyssal demon heads were torn to pieces by the white real dragon phantom, and then they screamed and disappeared in smoke.

However, the remaining Demon of the Abyss continued to bite.

They are fierce and fierce.

Click!

The two white real dragon shadows could hardly withstand the strong siege of the abyss demon, and began to break, turning into two flying swords full of cracks, and falling back into Wen Ling's hands.

"I surrender!"

Wen Lingguo broke his mouth.

Ji Ziling's cultivation base is lower than hers, but his skills in the formation are too high, even facing the five-tiered tianjiao of the Divine Origin Realm, he can back pressure and is very strong.

"As expected to be the Ziling Fairy, too powerful!"

Ji Ziling has a large number of fans.

They come from various schools, cheering at the moment, making Ji Ziling's name resounding everywhere.

"Congratulations to the Misty Sect's Tianjiao, who won all three games. Will anyone continue to challenge?"

The drunkard looked around and asked with a smile.

"I'm coming!" Another Tianjiao from the fourth level of the Divine Origin Realm appeared on the stage. This time, his opponent was Qiao Jiaxi.

"Start!"

The wine mad did not continue to peel, shouted loudly.

Facing the almost invincible body of Qiao Jiaxi, this Tianjiao from the Holy City of Heaven had nothing to do.

Bang bang bang!

Qiao Jiaxi went down with three heavy punches against this person's attack, causing the Tianjiao to suffer severe pain, hitting the ground heavily, and completely defeated.

"Is anyone still going to fight?"

The drunkard looked around for a week.

"I come!"

As expected, Tianjiao appeared again.

The city lord of Tianmiao Holy City arranged ten Tianjiao at the Divine Origin Realm level, all of whom were very powerful. He didn't believe that the disciples of the Misty Sect could follow.

"Next, it's time for me to appear."

With a roar, Long Tianxing transformed into a true dragon form of the second stage.

This battle is a rolling victory!

However, the Tianjiao arranged by the Lord of the Holy City of Tianmiao did not give up, and a newcomer appeared immediately.

"This battle, it's mine."

Jia Yulan took the stage.

She pinched with both hands and used Ye Feng's top magical power "Ten Thousand Flowers Kamikaze" created on the basis of the spell "Falling British Colorful", and her whole body was quickly wrapped in countless pink petals.

They are like a storm, they just swept through the void and blasted Jia Yulan's opponent to the ground.

It was another crushing victory!

In the future, the discussions continued.

Except for Li Jiaojiao, the remaining true disciples such as Huo Yunjie, Mo Ying, and Shi Lei have appeared one after another.

Without exception!

They crushed their opponents with one move and created ten consecutive victories for the Misty Sect disciples, which attracted the shock of the strong from all sides.

"You really deserve to be a true disciple of the Misty Sect. He has won all ten battles, and several of them have been crushed rounds. Really powerful!"

"Mysterious disciple, yyds!"

Everyone stood up and cheered, applauded with thunderous applause.

Behind the scenes.

Through a round mirror, Yin Rurong watched the Misty Sect disciples sweep the younger generation of Tianjiao, such as Wen Ling and Zhou Fengyuan.

"Even the disciples of the Misty Sect can't beat it. What use is it for you, a bunch of useless waste!"

The sound is like a rong, and he keeps grinding his teeth.

If it weren't for the fear of being recognized, she really wanted to release an incarnation, pretending to be the arrogant of a certain power, sweeping the disciples of the Misty Sect, in order to discredit the Misty Sect.

...

Misty, Zongmen Square.

"Next, are there any fellow daoists who need to learn from each other?" The alcoholic as the referee always had a smiling face and a soft voice.

"I'm coming!" Someone appeared again.

However, this person was not challenging the Misty Sect's disciple, but was engaged in a battle against his old opponent and fought over the Zongmen Square.

After them, there were dozens of competitions.

Three hours later.

Ye Feng felt it was almost time.

He looked around and said:

"Dear fellow Taoists, this is the end of the Mysterious Sect's four-star rising star celebration, thank you for your support!"

Everyone felt that it was not enough.

The disciples of the Misty Sect had won all ten games, almost all of them crushed the game, without any suspense.

As for the next dozens of matches, although they were all pretty good, everyone felt that something was missing.

Tear it!

Suddenly, a broken sky sounded.

Immediately afterwards.

A gloomy voice spread slowly.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"Are there so many people?"

"It seems that not only can you kill Ye Feng today, but you can also hit all the major forces in the mainland of China easily.

When everyone heard the words, they all felt a kind of creepy feeling.

They raised their heads ~www.readwn.com~ and could see a huge crack in the sky, from which two stalwart figures walked out, wearing a set of colorful light armor, majestic and mighty.

"It's the fog saint, and the Lingwei saint emperor!"

Ye Feng looked at these two figures and found that they were exuding pure and mighty holy power. They were not clones, but real bodies!

boom!

The two holy realms exudes terrible pressure.

this moment.

The unstoppable majestic sacred powers overlapped and pressed down fiercely, making all the practitioners stay in place.

Even if it is the fourth-turn quasi-sage, they can't break free.

"It's the true body of the holy realm!"

"Ruined!"

The faces of many practitioners were shocked, like the end of the day.