Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty-Three The Major Arrogances Compete, the Poisonous Milk 1 Out of the Crowd

"Headmaster, the three-star power certification is not in a hurry. The White Floating City is developing rapidly, and it will become a two-star power within three years. At that time, with the background of our sect, 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 sect master is only one year away. If the White Floating City can pass the two-star appraisal in three years, it will be too slow.

"Must speed up!"

Ye Feng gave an 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 of the two countries' top talents. Let the disciples consolidate their cultivation as soon as possible. They don't want to be ranked, but they want to be able to sharpen themselves, understand?"

"Sect Master, I'm going to convey your will."

Gong Qingqiu retreated.

Misty Peak cliff edge.

Ye Feng carried his hands on his back and looked at the expanding White Floating City below. Suddenly, there was a sense of magnificent mountains and rivers, and he felt like he was fighting a bull.

"Tianjiao battle... let's start quickly!"

He whispered.

On the other side, the Daliang Demon Country.

Li Qiankun and his party came to a large city with a population of more than 3 million, where they set up stalls and fortune-telling.

However, before the guests came up, news came.

"Have you heard that the White Floating City of Lingmiao Kingdom is going to hold a battle between the two countries, and the top talents of the two four-star forces, Leiwu Dynasty and Lingmiao Kingdom, will all compete."

"Really?"

"It's true, but it's a pity that it will start tomorrow. If we rush over now, it may be too late."

"Not necessarily, we rush at full speed, and we may be able to see the most exciting peak matchup. After all, it was just an ordinary defense at the beginning, and those seeded players did not appear so early."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

Listening to the conversations of the hurrying practitioners on the street,

Li Qiankun, Wang Ping'an, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi looked at each other and closed the stall as quickly as possible.

Then, they grabbed Brother Flathead's neck, smashed a teleportation talisman, and instantly disappeared into a white light.

The top of Misty Peak.

The group of four and one brother finally returned.

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

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

"Um."

Mo Ying responded with a sound, then rose into the sky and landed in a wooden house on a suspended mountain peak.

This is her new home.

"The eighth level of the Yuanyuan Realm..."

Mo Ying whispered.

During this time, she has been practicing penance.

When the Spiritual Beast Peak Spirit Vessel was promoted to a large-scale level, she absorbed a huge amount of rain from heaven and earth, and her cultivation soared again, finally reaching her current state.

Mo Ying is looking forward to tomorrow's Tianjiao ring battle.

...

The next morning.

Near the fourteen suspended arenas above the White Floating City, people have long been surrounded by people, some of whom are the melon-eating masses of the White Floating City, and some are the great geniuses from the two great kingdoms.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the sky.

Everyone looked over and saw that this person was carrying his hands on his back, looking very young, but he was releasing a domineering divine might.

"Divine Origin Realm mighty!"

Everyone was surprised.

"Unfortunately, Wang Ling, the elder of the inner door of the sect, is in charge of presiding over this two-nation Tianjiao arena."

Wang Ling said in a strong voice, "In the sky, there are a total of fourteen arenas, corresponding to the first to ninth levels of the Juyuan realm, and the first to fifth levels of the Linghai realm. Only Tianjiao under the age of 30 can participate."

"This arena battle will last for three days and three nights."

"The loser leaves the field, and the winner becomes the temporary champion, accepting the challenge of others."

"This sect has specially prepared a healing liquid, which can always keep the champion in the peak state and avoid the opponent's defeat."

"Whoever persists to the end is the real champion and the real king of the same rank!"

"Then, let's get started!"

Wang Ling's voice was clear.

When Tianjiao heard the words, they were all eager to try.

"The first level of Juyuanjing, I'll be the first to defend the ring!" A young man immediately jumped onto the ring, waiting for his opponent to appear.

"Your opponent is me!"

Another cultivator from the first level of the Primordial Gathering Realm immediately took the stage and fought with the temporary leader.

"I really want to appear!"

Wang Ping'an looked at Tianjiao who were constantly sparring in the arena and found that their combat power was very strong.

"Junior brother, don't panic, with your poisonous milk talent, you can definitely poison stupid opponents and win easily." Long Tianxing laughed.

"How?" Wang Ping'an blinked.

Qiao Jiaxi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Didn't you ask this knowingly? Hurry up, go up and fight, and remember a wave of poisonous milk!"

"Okay, okay!" Wang Ping'an smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and jumped into the arena at the third level of the Yuanyuan Realm.

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

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

"You'll know if you look at it."

Tianjiao from all parties looked at Wang Ping'an curiously, wanting to know what his true skills were.

On the third ring.

Wang Ping'an's opponent was a sturdy young man, holding a mid-grade spirit sword, from the Leiwu Dynasty, and his cultivation base was the third-level peak of the Primordial Gathering Realm.

As he stood there, a sharp sword intent emanated, which surprised Wang Ping'an.

"Hey, this fellow Daoist, I see you as a jade tree facing the wind, suave and suave, with a strong physique, strong sword intent, and steady aura. You are like a wandering dragon, and you will definitely be the champion of this ring battle."

Wang Ping'an was a fierce (poison) praise (milk) to this person.

Hearing this, the sturdy young man holding a sharp sword raised his eyebrows and hummed, "Don't think that if you flatter me, I'll release water. To tell you the truth, I've made up my mind about this challenger!"

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

Wang Ping'an is another mouthful of poisonous milk.

When everyone heard the words, they all looked strange.

The two are clearly opponents. Why does Wang Ping'an keep praising the opponent?

Is it possible that you can still boast about the opponent's decline in combat effectiveness?

People are puzzled.

Only the old disciple of the Misty Sect covered his mouth and snickered.

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

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

"Exploding Yuandan!"

Wang Ping'an didn't panic at all. Holding a cloth bag in one hand, he reached in with the other hand, took out dozens of low-grade bursting Yuan Dan, and smashed it at the strong young man of the Leiwu Dynasty.

Boom boom boom!

Every pill is exploding.

The stern aura came together, and in less than one round, the sturdy young man was blown out and fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

Seeing this, the great arrogances were all stunned.

"Cough cough cough..."

The sturdy young man who fell to the ground coughed violently, spewing thick black smoke from his mouth, and pointed at Wang Ping'an with a trembling finger.

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

Those are dozens of low-grade Yuandan!

Putting it on the market, it can sell thousands of low-grade spirit stones!

As a result, Wang Ping'an didn't blink an eye, he used it all to blow him up, and it was maddening!

What made the sturdy young man even more puzzled was that he had clearly felt that he was in good shape before, his breath was smooth, his physical body was strong, and his sword intent was fierce, but when he made a move, he was not at all strong.

"That's all, maybe it's because I missed out on being the champion!" The strong young man was helpless and could only admit defeat on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist, let it go!"

Wang Ping'an didn't dare to be proud, he bowed his hands to the man, and continued to stand on the ring, becoming the temporary leader of the third ring.