Chapter 1845 Promotion

"Senior Brother Mu!"

The White Tiger Hall disciples reacted at this time and hurried forward to support Mu Yan, but they didn't expect that as soon as they touched the other party's body, they felt like they had touched ten thousand years of ice, and they retracted their hands. On their arms, a layer of frost had condensed, and they just touched it.

Mu Yan's Yangyan body could barely withstand the bone-chilling cold, but ordinary disciples like them would be frostbitten if they touched this cold air.

Hua Weiyang looked at Mu Yan, who was covered in frost, and drew a finger. A stream of true energy flew over and hit him. Seeing this, the White Tiger Hall disciples next to him immediately said, "What are you doing! You won and still hit him!"

Hua Weiyang said lightly, "If you don't get rid of the cold air on his body, at least three hundred years of Taoism will be lost..."

"This..." ★

Upon hearing this, more than a dozen disciples were startled. At this time, they looked at Senior Brother Mu and saw that the cold air on his body had indeed subsided a lot, but his face was still a little pale.

"It's okay, I'm not as skilled as you..."

Mu Yan could afford to lose. Looking at Hua Weiyang who was still standing on the stage, he clasped his fists and said, "You are indeed the descendant of Canglong. I underestimated you... You win."

"Brother Baihu, thank you."

Hua Weiyang also clasped her fists like the man, then jumped back and landed beside Xiao Chen. She instantly became the clever disciple again, and said with a grin, "Master, am I not good at fighting?"

"Hmm..."

Xiao Chen nodded gently, and as usual, he stretched out his hand to stroke her hair that was messed up by the wind. Others watched but said nothing. They didn't expect that the master of Canglong Palace had a mysterious cultivation level. No one had seen him take action, and they didn't know how powerful he was. But this descendant of Canglong was indeed powerful among the disciples. Even some elders with high cultivation levels might not be able to withstand her bone-chilling coldness, right?

"Ayan, how are you?"

At this moment in the White Tiger Hall, the White Tiger Hall Master would not blame Mu Yan for his failure. After all, he had just seen that the origin of this cold air was definitely not simple. It was not surprising that Ayan's Eight Desolate Flame Breath was defeated by this person. ɱ

"Master, I... I lost."

Mu Yan covered his chest. In this Eight Desolate Trial, he was still thinking about fighting with Qin Wuyi, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated in the first game. Maybe he would not meet Qin Wuyi this time. Although Wangshu of the Vermillion Bird Hall was indeed powerful, she would most likely be defeated by Qin Wuyi.

"Junior sister Jiu! You are so awesome!"

In the Canglong Hall, the disciples were all in high spirits. The first disciples of the Qisu Palace looked at each other and finally stopped being so depressed. Instead, they were all very happy when they saw Mu Yan lose. Although they were not as hostile to the White Tiger Hall as they were to the Black Tortoise Hall, the people from the White Tiger Hall came to seize the spiritual jade in the training tower this time, and none of them was lenient.

Looking at this group of disciples surrounding her, Hua Weiyang was very proud. She smiled and said, "What junior sister? You are so disrespectful. Call me sister."

"Hehe, sister Jiuer, you are so awesome!" At this time, several girls ran up. They were disciples of the Xinsu Palace and had just entered the sect.

"Humph, of course." Hua Weiyang chuckled lightly, not modest at all, and nudged Xiao Chen with her shoulder, winking and saying, "Master, don't you praise me?" "You..." Xiao Chen shook his head. In fact, he had expected the result of the match between Mu Yan and Weiyang, but the next one might not be so easy. Although the two fighting platforms in the north and south were far apart, he had felt it just now. The descendant of the Vermillion Bird was defeated by Qin Wuyi, and Qin Wuyi might not have used all his strength yet. At this moment, a figure ran over from the Kun stage. It was Mu Shaoai. He looked at the Gan stage in a hurry. Seeing that there was no one there, he asked others, "How was it? Did the descendant of Canglong win, or did the descendant of Baihu win?"

"Isn't that nonsense? See for yourself!"

Hearing this, Mu Shaoai looked towards the Baihu Hall and saw that the disciples of the Baihu Hall were all dejected, while the disciples of the Canglong Hall were beaming with joy and kept talking about something. There was no need to ask about the result of the competition.

"She won..."

Mu Shaoai looked at Hua Weiyang's figure. Although he could only look at her from a distance at this moment, he couldn't help but smile. He just looked at her from a distance, watching her laughing and playing with the boys and girls of Canglong Hall, as if he had also integrated into it.

"Hey! Senior Brother Shao Ai, why are you grinning? Senior Sister Wangshu has lost, and you are still laughing here. What are you looking at? You are so absorbed in it, let me see..."

"Ah...no, nothing..."

Mu Shao Ai turned around quickly, afraid of being discovered. The junior sister next to him saw his absent-minded look and a trace of doubt flashed across her brows, "Were you just looking at that descendant of Canglong named Jiu?"

"Ah...no, no!" Mu Shao Ai quickly changed the subject, "Senior Sister Wangshu, she...just missed by a little bit, it's a pity."

"You, you, you, why are you so perfunctory?"

"Ah...did you? Alas!"

Mu Shao Ai simply sighed again, but this sigh was real. He originally thought that Senior Sister Wangshu's cultivation had been strong enough over the years, but he didn't expect that Qin Wuyi was still better than Senior Sister, and now that cultivation has become so terrifying.

On the Kun fighting platform, Qin Wuyi, surrounded by a group of fellow disciples, walked outside and smiled gently at Wangshu, the heir of the Vermillion Bird. "Junior sister Wangshu, thank you for letting me take the place."

Wangshu ignored him, spread out his body, flew in front of the Lord of the Vermillion Bird Hall, and said with his head down, "Master, I... lost."

The Lord of the Vermillion Bird Hall did not show any emotional changes, as if she had already predicted the outcome. She looked at the figures of Qin Wuyi and others going away, and said lightly, "He has practiced the Earth Character Art to the third level. It's not surprising that you lost to him."

"What..."

Wangshu's face changed slightly. When he looked at Qin Wuyi's back again, there were obviously more changes in his eyes. The third level of the Earth Character Art, he actually practiced the Earth Character Art to the third level!

If the peak of the seventh level of the Human Character Art and the first level of the Earth Character Art are not considered the watershed of the Ancient Eight Desolate Arts, then the third level of the Earth Character Art can definitely be regarded as the real watershed, because practicing to the third level of the Earth Character Art can practice "Wu Xiang" or "Shura".

Wu Xiang and Shura, these two mysterious skills are extremely powerful. Even many elders have not yet practiced to the third level. Qin Wuyi has already practiced to the third level? Then he can use it... But he didn't just now, could it be for the next...

"Let's go."

The Vermillion Bird Palace Master said in a light voice. Qin Wuyi is indeed extremely talented, there is no doubt about that. If given time, he can even explore the creation of the predecessors.

The first competition today is over. Hua Weiyang and Qin Wuyi have advanced. The two will have the final showdown in three days, and tomorrow, it will be the third and fourth place competition between Wangshu and Mu Yan.

This night, the moon is bright and the wind is clear. In the Eight Desolate Palace, the disciples are still discussing the competition in the daytime. The competition between Qin Wuyi and Wangshu was not unexpected by everyone, but the competition between Hua Weiyang and Mu Yan surprised many people.

Especially the last bone-chilling cold. Everyone still feels cold behind their backs when they think about it now. I wonder who will win the duel between her and Qin Wuyi in three days?

"Tell me, in this Eight Desolate Trial, will the descendant of Canglong win or the descendant of Xuanwu win?"

"Who knows? But I think the descendant of Canglong has been hiding his strength. I'm afraid it's hard to say who will win this time..."

"You think too much. It's okay for her to fight with Mu Yan, but do you know what level of cultivation Brother Qin is now? I heard that his Taigu Eight Desolate Art has been cultivated to the third level of the Earth Art..."

"How is it possible? You are just bragging..."

"Who lied to you? Hush... Keep your voice down. I tell you, after the competition today, I heard the Lord of the Vermillion Bird Palace say it in person from a distance. You and I can't see it, but the Lord of the Vermillion Bird Palace may not be wrong?"

"Wait! The third level of the Earth Art, then doesn't he..."

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