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"Rotten wood can't be carved!"

The divine sense of those elders was so powerful, and they had been paying attention to Ye Wushuang's every move, and Ye Wushuang's snoring was naturally heard at this time.

The elders in the main hall were completely disappointed in Ye Wushuang's disdain, and in their opinion, Ye Wushuang directly gave up his enlightenment after knowing the obscurity of the Silent Extinction Divine Lotus.

In their eyesight, Ye Wushuang has become a complacent person who has achieved a little achievement, he is so ambitious, his eyes are high, his eyes are high, and he is not worth cultivating.

"Hehe, this is despair, did you just give up?"

Some disciples said with a sarcastic expression.

"Knock! knock!"

Time passed, and the giant bell in the Shenxiao Gate was runged, which also meant that the three-hour time was over.

"So fast!"

Ye Wushuang, who was awakened by Han Shan, said with sleepy eyes.

Ye Wushuang's words made the eyes around him look over in unison, and they looked at Ye Wushuang with contempt on their faces.

Han Shan and a few people looked at Ye Wushuang with a black line on their faces, can't they be low-key?

"Huh!"

"Ye Wushuang, are you only waking up now?"

"Heavenly supernatural powers, how are you enlightened, have you started? Or do you not even understand supernatural powers?"

"Hahahaha......!"

The disciple who spoke up laughed sarcastically.

"Hahaha......!"

At this time, on the square, there was a lot of laughter, all ridiculing Ye Wushuang, in their opinion, Ye Wushuang was going to break the record of Shenxiao Gate!

"Ye Wushuang, congratulations, you have become the number one in the polemic!"

"For thousands of years, you are the first person to fall asleep in the polemic, you are the first person who has never been seen before, no one has come since, and you are the first in the sky!"

The disciple looked at Ye Wushuang with a look of contempt.

"Are you finished?"

Ye Wushuang raised his head and glanced at the other party.

"That's it!"

When the young man heard Ye Wushuang's words, he said inexplicably.

Regarding Ye Wushuang's question, he didn't expect it.

Not only was Ye Wushuang not angry, but he was so calm.

"Now that we're done, let's get out!"

"Good dogs don't get in the way, you know?"

Hua Wuyang walked past the young man.

"You're ......!"

Hearing Hua Wuyang's words, the young man was so angry that he almost ran out.

"Not convinced?"

"If you're not convinced, I'll give you a chance to try?"

"Count you ruthless!"

The young man snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the battle platform in the square, Hua Wuyang had broken through more than forty floors, he didn't dare to fight with Hua Wuyang.

"Now, three hours have passed, the debate has begun, and only a few of you will be able to enter the inner gate, seize this opportunity!"

"Let's go!"

The elder didn't drag his feet in the slightest, and announced directly.

"In the first battle, Hua Wuyang vs. Ringer!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Hua Wuyang and Ringer's bodies swept onto the battle platform at the same time.

"You have broken through more than forty floors of the Shenxiao Tower, I want to see how strong your strength is, I hope it is not too weak!"

Ringer made no secret of his voice, his voice exploding above the battle platform.

"Really?"

The corners of Hua Wuyang's mouth flashed with a smile.

"Death Coil!"

Hua Wuyang's cold voice sounded, and he saw Teng Man appear in the sky and entangle towards Ringer.

The magic power chosen by Hua Wuyang is "Death Entanglement!"

"Skillful realm!"

"How is that possible?"

Seeing the Teng vines entwined in the sky, Ringer's face was hard to see.

The control of supernatural powers is divided into entry, skillful, proficient, and transformational.

He didn't expect that Hua Wuyang's talent would be so terrifying, and in such a short period of time, he would reach proficiency.

"Burning Sky Divine Palm!"

Seeing the Teng vines in the sky entwined, Ringer roared angrily and unleashed a magical attack.

But he found that his supernatural powers couldn't destroy those Teng Man at all.

Under his unbelievable gaze, Teng Man directly imprisoned him in the void, and under Hua Wuyang's hands, he was as powerless as a child.

"Boom!"

Hua Wuyang's hand waved, and he saw Ringer's body flying directly towards the outside of the battle platform, ashamed and unconscious.

"This kid, what a terrible talent!"

Even those inner door elders in the main hall were staring at Hua Wuyang with a burning face at this time.

"Han Shan, Zidong!"

The voice of the elder who presided over the competition fell, and Han Shan and Zidong, who was second on the gold list, swept onto the battle platform.

"Zidong, Zidong!"

Seeing Zidong coming to the stage, the outer disciples instantly cheered, looked at Zidong with a look of adoration, and cheered loudly.

"You strike first!"

Zidong's gaze fell on Han Shan's body, and he said gently and elegantly.

"Good!"

Hearing Zidong's words, Han Shan pounced like a leopard and punched Zidong.

The divine power selected by Han Shan is called Hercules Fist.

Known for its strength.

"Boom!"

When Han Shan's punch was blasted out, a loud bang sounded, and in the eyes of everyone, they saw Zidong, who was second on the gold list, flying out directly upside down and falling to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurting out, and he couldn't get up.

"Skilled, how can it be a realm of skilledness!"

The people around him were in disbelief and stared at Han Shan.

Zidong, who was second on the gold list, was defeated with one punch, which no one expected.

"What a talent!"

Han Shan's battle had too much impact on the people around him, Han Shan's opponent, but Zidong, who was second on the gold list, was not a cat or a dog.

The debate continued, and not long after, the elder who presided over the debate glanced at Ye Wushuang, frowned slightly, and said slowly, "Ye Wushuang, fight against Sima Qianxun!"

"Huh!"

"Is it finally here?"

After Sima Qianxun heard this, two rays of essence shot out of his eyes, and he looked at Ye Wushuang's gaze as if he had seen a dead man.

This competition was specially arranged.

"Ye Wushuang, the number one in Shenxiao Tower, I don't know what your talent is, don't let me down!"

Sima Qianxun said with a smug face.

Sima Qianxun's cultivation of the supernatural power, called Shura Killing Sword, is extremely terrifying, and Shura Killing Sword, before participating in the debate, has already been revealed to him, quietly gave him the magic power, practice in advance, he has been practicing for three months, Shura Killing Sword, he has cultivated to mastery, Sima Qianxun is very confident, this battle will definitely be able to kill Ye Wushuang.

"Then you're going to be disappointed!"

Ye Wushuang's gaze fell on Sima Qianxun's body, and his voice was extremely cold.

Sima Qianxun is the Tianjiao of the Sima family, but the Sima family sent a divine soldier to ambush him on the battlefield of the gods, almost killing him, Ye Wushuang naturally remembered that Ye Wushuang felt the killing intent in Sima Qianxun's gaze just now, and Ye Wushuang naturally guessed that Sima Qianxun was going to kill him.

"Elder, I am cultivating the Shura Killing Sword, in order to better display the Shura Killing Sword, I suggest that this battle be changed to a life and death debate, otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to exert my supernatural powers to the extreme!"

Sima Qianxun's gaze fell on the elder's body and asked for a life-and-death debate.

"Good!"

The elder pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Sure enough!"

Ye Wushuang was sure that this Sima Qianxun was going to kill him.

"Naturally seek death, I will fulfill you!"

In Ye Wushuang's heart, he had a killing intent towards Sima Qianxun, and slowly stepped onto the battle platform.

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