Chapter 759: Loose Cultivators and Drunkards, the Amazing Strength of True Disciples

"Many thanks to Sect Master Ye, since I have served as the referee, I will definitely be fair and just, please rest assured, and everyone in the world can rest assured!"

The wine maniac stepped into the air.

He stood between Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan, stretched out his hand towards them, and said with a smile:

"Two arrogances, today is the big day when the Misty Sect is promoted to the four-star level. It is not suitable to see blood, so until the point is reached, the two sides are limited to 800 rounds."

"If there is no winner or loser in eight hundred rounds, it will be considered a draw."

"How is it?"

The drunkard looked left and right, as if waiting for the decision of the two.

"I'm fine." Han Yonghui nodded.

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

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

In this way, the face of the misty sect can be swept away.

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

The alcoholic backed up as he spoke, "Three, two, one and a half, one, start!"

When it came to "one and a half", the whole audience sprayed rice, but I didn't expect the drunkard to be so skinny.

With the word "start" blurted out, Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan officially started a war.

"Swords and shadows!"

The low-grade Lingbao-level flying sword behind Han Yonghui automatically unsheathed. He held the sword art in his left hand and the flying sword in his right hand. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword beams appeared.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Zhou Fengyuan folded his hands together, and the soft armor on his body erupted with a heavy shield of light, blocking countless sword lights.

Then, he started to fight back!

"Hong Yuan Leiguang!"

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

Clang clang!

Han Yonghui slashed with his sword with his right hand,

Blocking a lot of thunder light, the left hand pinch, forming a sword and shield to cover itself, resist the thunder light that slips through the net, and remain invincible.

You come to me on both sides.

It didn't take long for more than one hundred rounds to be fought.

"The disciples of the Misty Sect are nothing more than this, and they are only at this level, hahaha!" Zhou Fengyuan became more and more arrogant.

Han Yonghui remained 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 all the momentum, did the invisible force dissipate from his body.

This is divine power!

After joining the Misty Sect, Han Yonghui retreated for a period of time, cultivating the auxiliary exercise "Nine Turns Heavenly Divine Art", reaching the god-level chapter, and his spiritual power skyrocketed.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Zhou Fengyuan was shocked.

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

Clang!

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

Han Yonghui pulled back at the last moment.

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

"As expected, I used tens of thousands of points to exchange it from Zongmen Mall. It's 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 whereabouts, stepped on Zhou Fengyuan's chest, and the tip of the flying sword pressed against Zhou Fengyuan's neck.

at the same time.

Spiritual power surged out, firmly suppressing Zhou Fengyuan, making it difficult for him to move.

"Admit defeat!"

Han Yonghui laughed.

Zhou Fengyuan was very unwilling and shouted: "You are cheating! Seniors, I was suppressed by an invisible force. This is definitely not the method of the disciples of the Misty Sect!"

"No cheating!"

But when he heard the drunkard speak, he suddenly took a mouthful of the dragon-human medicinal wine and explained: "This is the power of divine sense, and it works the same way. In this battle, Han Yonghui, a disciple of the Misty Sect, won!"

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

"The disciples of the Misty Sect are very strong!"

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

Everyone did not 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, not lost to the generation of disciples at the tail of the crane.

"Very strong spiritual power, should have cultivated a subtle and profound auxiliary technique." Yu Luo Zhunsheng whispered.

Everyone nodded silently when they heard his voice.

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

He ran back to his seat in a sullen manner, bowing his head and saying nothing.

The lord of Tianmiao Holy City glanced at Zhou Fengyuan, and a strange color flashed in the depths of his pupils. He did not expect that the disciples of the Misty Sect were so strong that even Zhou Fengyuan lost.

but.

He was entrusted by Yin Rurong and arranged for some Tianjiao to challenge and defeat the disciples of the Misty Sect in public. Naturally, Zhou Fengyuan was not the only trump card.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Mucheng. The discussion just now was really eye-opening. Li is not talented and wants to challenge any disciple of the Misty Sect."

Someone else stood up.

This is a handsome white-robed son.

With one breath, he reached the peak of the third level of the Divine Origin Realm.

When he laughs, it gives people a sense of evil charm, but it is not attractive.

When many women saw this, their eyes lit up.

"I don't know which arrogant of the Misty Sect is willing to fight me?" Li Mucheng climbed up to the sky and asked over the seat where the disciples of the Misty Sect were seated.

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

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

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

"This is Wang Ping'an, a disciple of the Misty Sect, who is said to be a very powerful alchemist."

"Ah, alchemist?"

Everyone was stunned.

How do alchemists learn from each other?

This kind of cultivator usually sits in the rear and is protected by countless powerhouses, and it is enough to concoct alchemy every day.

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

Go straight to the field to fight, what's the matter?

Could it be that there is no one in the Misty Sect?

In other words, Misty Sect thinks that just dispatching an alchemist can defeat the top geniuses of other forces?

People from all major forces are very puzzled.

"Second level of the Divine Origin Realm... Fellow Daoist, you are not my opponent!" Li Mucheng waved his hands again and again.

An alchemist who is a small realm lower than him dares to learn from himself, is this deliberately trying to lose?

Li Mucheng thought so.

"Haha, fellow Daoist is right. You are so handsome and handsome, with profound cultivation and powerful strength. I am definitely not your opponent."

"Perhaps, I will lose with one move."

"However, I still want to learn from you and see how powerful my latest Crazy Explosion Pill is."

Wang Ping'an smiled.

"Take me to try pills?" Li Mucheng was so angry that he kept grinding his teeth, remembering that he was here to thwart the spirit of the Misty Sect, he sneered and decided to fight Wang Ping'an.

high in the air.

"Three, two, one, start!"

This time, the drunkard had no skin, so he simply finished shouting 321, and quickly kicked off the prelude to this discussion.

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

He clenched his hands, ready to use his magical powers.

"Blast me!"

At this moment, Wang Ping'an held a Qiankun bag in his left hand, reached in his right hand, grabbed dozens of black pills, and smashed them at Li Mucheng.

He felt that it was not enough, and slammed it several times.

In an instant.

Hundreds of explosive pills surrounded Li Mucheng, and they exploded one after another, creating a terrifying shock wave, accompanied by the rolling black clouds, obscuring everyone's sight.

"You are poisonous!"

In the dark cloud, Li Mucheng's furious roar was heard, followed by his muffled groan.

boom!

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Li Mucheng fell to the ground from the black cloud, his clothes were in tatters, and black air flowed out of his nose.

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

His whole body was pitch black, as if he had been thrown into an ink tank, exuding an unpleasant burnt smell.

That look, how miserable it is!

"Haha, the power is good!"

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

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

Although there are alchemists who know that they can make a special pill for explosions, the power is not bad, it is a life-saving means for alchemists, and it is not surprising.

but.

A situation like Wang Ping'an where hundreds of explosive elixir are shot in one shot is simply extravagant to the point of madness!

The corners of countless people's mouths twitched wildly.