Chapter 2408 the Power of a Punch

After the black-robed man left, only Qin Yi, the leader of Qin Tianjie, was left in the hall.

"I'm just a tool in your hands, you want me to be used by you, that's only before my strength surpasses yours!"

"If my strength is above yours, it is impossible for me to be under your shackles!"

Looking at the direction in which the figure left, Qin Yi's eyes flashed with a complicated light.

Qin Yi knew very well in his heart that his Qin Tianjie was able to achieve today's achievements, and was able to rank first in the world from the world ranked one hundredth in the world of immortals, all because of the help of that person.

If that person hadn't given him countless cultivation resources and also improved the talents of him and Qin Tianjie's disciples, it would have been impossible for him, Qin Tianjie, to become number one in the Celestial Immortal Realm in just a few hundred thousand years.

But in Qin Yi's heart, he also knew that after receiving this person's help, he would be bound by him.

Why did Qin Yi want to be restrained by this person? He wanted to stand on the top, and no one could restrain him.

Originally, when Qin Yi's strength was not so strong, he hadn't thought about getting rid of this person's shackles.

After all, if he doesn't listen to this person, it is impossible for this person to give him cultivation resources.

"My strength needs to be improved!"

"When my strength surpasses yours, you will never try to restrain me again!"

In Qin Yi's eyes, an incomparably cold light flashed across his eyes. He couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, and his heart became firmer.

"Buzz..."

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Qin Yi sat down cross-legged and fell into cultivation.

At this moment, in the God and Heaven Realm, countless disciples of the God and Heaven Realm are still watching the situation on the ring.

"The No. 8 arena battle is over!"

"Let's start the ring battle on the 9th, and the disciples who are good will go to the ring!"

The old man of Shenzhu stood proudly in the void, and a cold voice sounded.

"Boss, it's finally number nine!"

"You can go to the ring!"

Hearing the old man's words, Xiaojiao's eyes lit up with an incomparably bright light, and he said hastily.

"Um!"

Mo Wentian hummed lightly and nodded.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent, as if he wasn't worried at all about this ring battle.

"Brother Wentian, I believe in you!"

"This time the arena battle will definitely win the final victory!"

And at this moment, Tianhu approached Mo Wentian, looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of determination.

"Tianhu, just wait!"

"I'm sure I'll win this battle in the arena. It took too long for them to fight in the arena. I want to end this battle as soon as possible!"

Mo Wentian looked at Tianhu, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to stroke Tianhu's head lightly, and said in a cold voice.

"Mo Wentian, I'm waiting for you to end this ring battle as soon as possible!"

"It's just that if you want to end it as soon as possible, your strength must allow it!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Han Yuan at the side had a complicated look in his eyes, and said coldly.

"Miss Han Yuan, just look at it!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian looked at Han Yuan, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Immediately, Mo Wentian walked towards the ring without the slightest hesitation.

"Boy, keep winning!"

Seeing Mo Wentian enter the arena, a complex look flashed in the eyes of the elder Shenzhu, and he said in secret.

"Senior Shenzhu, don't worry, I will definitely win this ring battle!"

"Not only this ring battle, I will definitely win the next round!"

Hearing the sound transmission from the old man of the Shenzhu, Mo Wentian's eyes became firmer, and his expression was extremely confident.

"This kid..."

Hearing this, the old man of the Protoss clan looked at Mo Wentian and Mo Wentian's firm face, and the corner of the old man's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Old man Shenzhu, everyone is waiting for you to announce the start of the No. 9 ring battle!"

The old man in the ancient book watched all the disciples of No. 9 enter the ring, but at this moment, the old man with Shenzhu looked stunned, and quickly reminded him.

"Number 9 arena battle, start now!"

Hearing the reminder from the old man in the ancient book, the old man of Shenzhu came back to his senses in an instant, his expression returned to his usual seriousness, and he said in a cold voice.

"Boom..."

As soon as the old man of Shenzhu said this, the aura of the twelve figures on the ring quickly rose sharply.

However, among these twelve people, the cultivation bases are the lowest in this competition.

Of course, the one with the lowest level of cultivation must be Mo Wentian. His cultivation level is only at the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor. As for the other disciples, their cultivation has already reached the level of the Heavenly Emperor's Consummation. It's just that their aura, compared to other disciples, Not that solid.

When Mo Wentian knew that he was No. 9, he had already used his spiritual sense to investigate all the eleven people who were fighting him.

Mo Wentian was sure of winning this time in the arena.

"Mo Wentian, I heard that your strength is very good!"

"I want to try it out, how good is your strength!"

But at this moment, a figure and a sword directly slashed towards Mo Wentian.

"Whether my strength is good, you will know soon!"

Mo Wentian looked at this person, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

But at the moment when Mo Wentian's figure disappeared, the disciple who slashed at Mo Wentian felt a chill hit his back, and his body couldn't help shivering.

When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared behind this person.

"Shenlong Fist!"

With a cold shout, Mo Wentian punched directly and landed on this person's arm.

The old man Shenzhu said long ago, don't hurt people's lives, these disciples are all disciples of the gods and heavens, and whoever kills countless people is a loss to the gods and heavens.

Mo Wentian still knew this truth, the old man of Shenzhu helped him a lot, the disciples of the gods and heavens were not bad, Mo Wentian just punched, and it still fell towards the disciple's arm.

Although Mo Wentian's cultivation was only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, the strength of Mo Wentian's punch was not something this disciple could bear.

"boom……"

A figure flew upside down.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the disciple's mouth.

The aura on this disciple's body dropped rapidly, and his face became even paler.

"This... how is this possible? Isn't Mo Wentian's cultivation level only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven? His punch actually blows away the disciple whose cultivation level has reached the perfection of Emperor of Heaven!"

"You are absolutely right, I saw it too, Mo Wentian just punched that disciple lightly, and directly sent that disciple flying!"

"Mo Wentian's cultivation is really only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven? Has his cultivation not improved?"

"When he came to our gods and heavens, his cultivation had just broken through to the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven. It has only been a few days. If his cultivation improves again, then he will be a monster!"

"Mo Wentian's strength is too strong, I think he may really be the final winner in this ring battle!"

...

Seeing that figure being blown away by Mo Wentian's punch, countless disciples from the gods and celestial realm exploded in an instant.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it at all. A strong man who had completed the Heavenly Emperor hadn't even hurt the hair of a warrior from the early days of the Heavenly Emperor, and was blown away by a warrior from the early days of the Heavenly Emperor.

Originally, some disciples of the gods and heavens still didn't believe that Mo Wentian could defeat Duan Qi. Duan Qi treated him so respectfully, but still thought that Duan Qi's head was squeezed by the door.

But at this moment, they no longer dared to underestimate Mo Wentian.