Chapter 307 Jiang Yichen's Ambition

Jiang Yichen saw this scene, and his eyes flashed with burning: If only I had such divine power!

"This is just a small episode, the social gathering will continue!" Jiang Yichen's voice was as clear and melodious as the spring breeze blowing across the lake. He stood in the center of the crowd in white clothes, as if shrouded in a layer of sacred light.

As his words fell, huge words of "qi" condensed in the air, shocking everyone present. Discussions came one after another, and everyone was impressed by Jiang Yichen's general style.

"I have to say, Mr. Jiang really has the style of a general!"

"Humph, what about the style of a general? I think it is possible for Mr. Jiang to unify the world in the future!"

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At the top of Lingxiao, the wind and clouds surged. Under the attention of everyone, the secret realm competition was about to begin.

The first to appear were two top masters-Yaoguang Saint and Shadow Mist.

Yaoguang Saint, a world-famous beauty master. She was dressed in white like snow, with long flowing hair and clear eyes like water. Her beauty was cold and noble, like a blooming snow lotus, which made people feel awe.

Shadow Mist was a mysterious master. He was dressed in black, his face was hidden in the darkness, and only a pair of sharp eyes were exposed. He held the Shadow Mist Gun, and his figure was erratic, like a ghost in the dark night.

With the referee's order, the competition officially began.

Shadow Mist turned into a shadow, shuttled through the field, and released dense mist at the same time, trying to confuse the sight of Saint Yaoguang. His gun skills were like the changing wind and clouds, making people unpredictable.

However, Saint Yaoguang was not afraid. She stood quietly in place, and the jade bottle in her hand flashed a faint light. There seemed to be a sea of ​​stars in her eyes, deep and mysterious.

"Your mist is useless to me." Saint Yaoguang said lightly.

Before she finished speaking, she activated the Yaochi Holy Land technique, and saw lotus flowers blooming and cranes flying in the field. The beautiful scenery in the fairyland seemed to be brought into reality by her, making people dazzled.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shadow Mist hurriedly waved the Shadow Mist Gun in his hand to counterattack. But every attack was cleverly avoided by Saint Yaoguang. Her body was light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly.

At the same time, Saint Yaoguang used the Yaochi Holy Land technique to transform the fairyland vision into a sharp sword energy and attacked Shadow Mist. The sword energy was so sharp that it seemed to be able to see through everything.

Although Shadow Mist had a good cultivation, he gradually fell into a passive position under the attack of Saint Yaoguang. His figure shuttled through the mist, trying to find a breakthrough, but every time he was seen through by Saint Yaoguang.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Shadow Mist's defeat was obvious. In a fierce duel, Saint Yaoguang seized the opportunity and hit Shadow Mist in the chest with a palm, pushing him back several steps.

"I lost..." Shadow Mist stabilized his body, took a deep breath, and admitted defeat helplessly. His eyes were full of unwillingness, but he also knew the gap in strength between him and Saint Yaoguang.

Saint Yaoguang smiled slightly and put away her skills: "Thank you." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

This duel amazed everyone present. Saint Yaoguang's strength was indeed extremely powerful, and Shadow Mist was not an ordinary person. The duel between the two was wonderful and memorable.

The next duel was even more eye-catching. Everyone turned their eyes to the center of the arena, where a wonderful duel was about to take place - Wei Daoyuan of the Temple of Destruction against Monk Xu Ruoyun of Wuliang Mountain.

Wei Daoyuan, dressed in black, with ink-like hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through everything. The black mist sword in his hand exuded a faint light, as if swallowing the surrounding light.

Monk Xu Ruoyun was dressed in a simple monk's robe, with a kind face, but his eyes revealed firmness and sharpness. He clasped his hands together, exuding a peaceful and powerful aura.

"Donor Wei, I have long heard of your name." Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly and bowed to Wei Daoyuan.

Wei Daoyuan responded coldly: "Xu Ruoyun, you don't have to be polite. Today, let's compete on this peak of Lingxiao."

"Amitabha, this is what I mean." After saying this, Monk Xu Ruoyun slowly put down his hands, and his eyes became sharp.

With the referee's order, the competition officially began.

Wei Daoyuan flashed and turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Xu Ruoyun. The black mist sword in his hand drew a strange arc and went straight to Xu Ruoyun's throat.

Monk Xu Ruoyun remained calm, his figure flashed slightly, and he easily dodged Wei Daoyuan's attack. He stretched out his right hand, put his five fingers together, and suddenly a dazzling light burst out from his fingertips.

"Xu Ling Divine Sword!" Xu Ruoyun shouted in a low voice, and five lightsabers shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for Wei Daoyuan.

Wei Daoyuan sneered, his figure flashed like a ghost, and cleverly avoided the attack of the lightsaber. He backhanded a sword and slashed at Monk Xu Ruoyun.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the arena. Wei Daoyuan's swordsmanship was strange and changeable, and each sword seemed to contain endless darkness and fog. Monk Xu Ruoyun's Xu Ling Divine Sword was upright, and each attack seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions.

Time passed little by little, and the two had fought dozens of rounds. Wei Daoyuan became more and more courageous, and his swordsmanship became more and more fierce, as if he was going to swallow the entire arena in darkness. Monk Xu Ruoyun remained calm and composed throughout, and each of his attacks was just right to neutralize Wei Daoyuan's offensive.

"It seems that it will be difficult to determine the winner today." Wei Daoyuan suddenly stopped and looked at Monk Xu Ruoyun coldly.

Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly: "Master Wei, you are wrong. The way to compete is to stop at the right time. We have been sparring for so long today, it is time to end this duel."

After saying that, he put his hands together, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his body. Five fingers pointed at Wei Daoyuan at the same time, and the five lightsabers instantly merged into one, forming a huge lightsaber that slashed towards Wei Daoyuan.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Daoyuan hurriedly waved the black light mist sword in his hand to resist. However, the power of this lightsaber was beyond imagination, and it actually directly shook his sword away.

"Ah!" Wei Daoyuan screamed and fell to the ground. His chest was cut by a deep wound by the lightsaber, and blood was dripping.

"Thank you." Monk Xu Ruoyun put away his skills, walked to Wei Daoyuan, and stretched out his hand to help him up.

Wei Daoyuan gnashed his teeth and looked at Monk Xu Ruoyun: "I will remember today's defeat. I will definitely get it back someday!"

"Amitabha, I will be waiting for you anytime." Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly and turned to leave the arena.

This duel amazed everyone present. Monk Xu Ruoyun's strength was indeed extremely powerful, and Wei Daoyuan was not an ordinary person. The duel between the two was wonderful and memorable.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yichen suddenly stood up: "Wait! This competition is not over yet!"

Everyone looked at him with puzzled expressions on their faces. Jiang Yichen took a deep breath and walked to the center of the arena: "Master Xu Ruoyun, I want to ask you a few moves."

Monk Xu Ruoyun looked at Jiang Yichen, and a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "Okay, since Mr. Jiang has this interest, I will accompany you."

After that, he stood on the arena again and stood opposite Jiang Yichen. The eyes of the two collided in the air, as if sparking invisible sparks.

Jiang Yichen knew that he was not the opponent of Monk Xu Ruoyun, but he still wanted to give it a try. He urged his internal force and attacked Monk Xu Ruoyun with a palm. Although his palm method was simple, it contained endless power.

Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly, stretched out his right index finger and flicked it lightly, and then Jiang Yichen's palm power was dissolved invisibly. His movements were light and elegant, as if a profound martial artist was instructing the younger generation.

Jiang Yichen was shocked in his heart. He knew that the gap between him and Monk Xu Ruoyun was too big. But he did not mean to give up, but attacked more firmly.

In the following time, Jiang Yichen and Monk Xu Ruoyun had a fierce duel. Although Jiang Yichen was repeatedly frustrated, he always attacked unremittingly. There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he wanted to integrate his faith and determination into every move and every style.

Monk Xu Ruoyun always maintained a calm and composed attitude to deal with Jiang Yichen's attack. Every time he made a move, he just resolved the opponent's attack, which made people admire his profound martial arts attainments.

As time went by, Jiang Yichen gradually felt tired. Most of his internal strength had been consumed, but Monk Xu Ruoyun still stood there calmly.

He knew that he had lost the duel, so he did not continue the duel to save face.

Jiang Yichen stopped attacking and bowed to Monk Xu Ruoyun: "Thank you for your advice, Master."

Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly: "Mr. Jiang is too polite.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiang Yichen is no match for Xu Ruoyun, but Jiang Yichen is the home court. He blocked the secret realm martial arts arena, and other people can't see the two people's competition at all.

On the top of Lingxiao, the secret realm competition entered a new climax. The next duel was even more eye-catching - Ji Xuri of the Ji family, fighting against the Jinhuang Prince from the Golden Kingdom.

Ji Xuri, a famous genius boy, has reached the fourth level of the seabed realm. Whenever he performs his skills, the sea will appear. The vision of the rising sun in the morning is magnificent, as if the whole secret realm is shining with golden light.

And Prince Jinhuang is a great hero of the Golden Kingdom. Although his cultivation is only the second level of the Seabed Realm, his thirteen golden punches are powerful. This set of boxing can not only produce golden fists and fist shadows, but also distort space, making it difficult to defend. What's more, his golden robe is like a protective shield, which is said to be able to resist most attacks from the Seabed Realm.

In the arena, the two confronted each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Ji Xuri, although you are famous, today, I, Jinhuang, will let you see what the power of gold is!" Prince Jinhuang said coldly, clenching his golden fists, as if ready to attack at any time.

Ji Xuri smiled slightly, with a calm expression: "Prince Jinhuang, I have heard of your name a long time ago, but today's arena is probably not your stage. "

Before he finished speaking, Ji Xuri moved, like the rising sun, shining brightly. His palm technique contained endless power, as if to cover the entire arena with his light.

Prince Jinhuang was not to be outdone, and he continuously launched thirteen golden punches, with golden fists and fist shadows interweaving in the air to form a magnificent picture. However, every time his fist was about to touch Ji Xuri, it was always gently dissolved by the sun-like light.

Time passed slowly in the tense duel, and the onlookers watched intently, with discussions one after another.

"This Ji Xuri is really amazing, his martial arts vision is too shocking!"

"Yes, the vision of the sea giving birth to tomorrow is simply unbearable to look at!"

Gu Sheng also stood in the crowd, looking at the arena with a sharp gaze: "Ji Xuri is indeed worthy of his reputation, but his opponent is not simple either. This duel is worth watching."

Just then, Saint Yaoguang came over. She heard Gu Sheng's comments and couldn't help but snorted: "Gu Sheng, you are quite accurate. However, if you go on stage, I'm afraid you can't even take a punch from Prince Jinhuang, right?"

Gu Sheng smiled indifferently: "Saint, you are joking. I am naturally not their opponent. But watching the battle is also a kind of fun, isn't it?"

Saint Yaoguang didn't say anything more after hearing this, but a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

In the arena, the duel between Ji Xuri and Prince Jinhuang has entered a white-hot stage. Ji Xuri's martial arts vision is getting stronger and stronger, as if the entire Lingxiao Peak is shrouded in his light. And Prince Jinhuang is not to be outdone. His thirteen golden punches are amazingly powerful, and each punch can cause a distortion of space.

As time goes by, Prince Jinhuang gradually shows signs of fatigue. Although his golden thirteen punches were extremely powerful, they also consumed a lot of energy. In contrast, Ji Xuri's light seemed endless, as if it was going to illuminate the entire arena.

"Boom~"

After a fierce collision, Prince Jinhuang's figure suddenly paused, revealing a flaw. Ji Xuri seized the opportunity and hit Prince Jinhuang's chest with a palm.

"Puff!" Prince Jinhuang spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Prince Jinhuang lost!" The crowd exclaimed.

Ji Xuri put away his skills, walked to Prince Jinhuang, stretched out his hand and helped him up: "Prince, thank you."

Prince Jinhuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Ji Xuri, I lost. Your skills are really powerful, I admit defeat."

After that, he turned and left the arena, leaving behind a crowd of shocked people and Ji Xuri with a smile on his face. The result of this duel was beyond everyone's expectations, but it also gave people a deeper understanding of Ji Xuri's strength.

Gu Sheng looked at Ji Xuri in the arena, and his heart was full of respect: "Ji Xuri is indeed an amazing figure, his skills and cultivation are amazing."

After hearing this, Saint Yaoguang couldn't help but look at Gu Sheng: "Why? Do you want to be like him?"

Gu Sheng shook his head: "Everyone has his own way to go, I just want to go my own way." After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Saint Yaoguang in deep thought and the still lively arena. (End of this chapter)