"Xuanqi Battle Spectrum? How can it be? Lord Tianxiao, no one in my Lingyu Department has been able to comprehend the mystery of this exercise for hundreds of years, how can this son be able to perform it? ”

Hearing this, Wu Hong's body shook violently, and he finally couldn't help but change his face.

"Is it the Xuanqi Battle Spectrum?"

A touch of strangeness flashed on Wuyang's face.

He had also heard of the fact that Archdeacon Wu Hai had used his power in the library hall to hand over this most trivial exercise to Qingji for cultivation.

It's just that Wuhai's identity is extraordinary, and there is obviously Wuhong's support behind him. Even though he was the head of the department, it was inconvenient to pursue this matter too much.

Originally, Wuyang still wanted to spend some time, and after the contradiction between the two sides eased slightly, he reconciled it and asked Qingji to change to other practical exercises.

Who knows that this kid Wufeng has always had thoughts of revenge. The resentment of that day has not diminished in the slightest with the passage of time.

As for Qingji, it is even more demonic to the point of outrageousness. Not only did the martial arts cultivation miraculously rise to the three open source grades, but also the one who came did not refuse to comprehend the Xuanqiao battle spectrum that had never been successfully cultivated.

Although Wuyang was also quite skeptical, what Qing Ji had just performed was really the Xuanqi Battle Spectrum. But what kind of character is Da Tianzheng Wuxuan? What his old man said, no one in the Spirit Rain Department dared to ignore it.

It's just that the terrifying technique that Qingji used to defeat the black blade is really a Xuanqi battle spectrum. Doesn't that mean that the actions of Grand Elder Wuhong and Archdeacon Wuhai, the two of them conspiring together, have greatly fulfilled Qingji and sent him supreme help?

Thinking of this, the strange color on Wuyang's face became more and more intense. He first peeked at Wu Hong, who was still shocked and suspicious, and then his gaze fell to the southeast corner under the stone platform.

There, surrounded by a group of middle-aged warriors, Archdeacon Wuhai stood indifferently. Until this moment, there was no expression on his face.

Even though the black blade had been beaten to the point of blood spraying wildly, it flew sideways. Wu Hai still looked calm, as if he had been beaten to the point that he was not his own son.

"Hey, although this Wuhai deacon is very talented, he has made a great contribution to the tribe. But he is angry and invisible, and he is too scheming......"

Wuyang sighed secretly.

At that time, Wuhai even competed with himself for the position of radical. Although he didn't succeed in the end, this man's shrewdness really made him deeply aware of it.

"Big brother! How are you hurting? ”

Just after Wu Feng was bombarded by Qing Ji, Wu Teng, who was watching the battle, couldn't hold back any longer. Leap out and volley it down.

With a whoop, Blackblade spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

"How could I lose? How can you lose? Impossible, impossible! ”

Blackblade muttered to himself. His eyes were full of unwillingness, horror, confusion, and even a hint of fear and remorse in the end.

At this moment, not only did all the medicinal power of the Juyuan Pill on his body fade, but even the time limit of the Wusheng Séance** was also exhausted.

Using these two methods at the same time to surge cultivation, the damage to the physical body is already extremely great. In addition, he was injured by Qingji in succession with "Xuan Poor Hitting the Bell" and "Xuan Poor Breaking the Mountain", and now the aura of the black front is aggrieved, and the combat power cultivation has suddenly fallen from the open source eight products to only three products.

In fact, Wu Feng didn't know that Qing Ji was already merciful when he finally resorted to that trick "Xuan Poor Breaking Mountain". Otherwise, with the power of the Xuanqi battle spectrum, the three black blades would also be slapped to death by that palm.

"Qingji, you are so ruthless! It's just a martial arts competition, and I dare to hurt my eldest brother like this. Today, Young Master Ben is not finished with you! ”

As he spoke, Wu Teng gently held Wu Feng aside, and then looked at Qing Ji with a calm gaze. As soon as he stepped out, the surrounding void trembled faintly.

The source qi between heaven and earth fluctuated violently in an instant, almost condensing into substance, gathering towards Wuteng. In the end, behind his body, it condensed into a dark yellow source qi phantom.

"Uteng, you're so shameless. The dignified and small Chaoyuan powerhouse actually wants to fight against the open source three-grade martial artist? You're against me! ”

As the ridicule sounded, Wu Po also stepped out, smiling and stopping in front of Wu Teng. There was also a dark yellow source qi shadow, rising from behind it.

The phantoms of the source qi of the two sides collided with each other, making a horn sound like fried beans.

"Wu Po, you dare to stop me!"

Wu Teng's face was full of anger. His only brother-in-law was beaten so miserably in front of him. This kind of shame is what a young genius like him can tolerate.

"What are you? If you want to fight, you can fight, and the master will accompany you at any time. ”

Wu Po sneered. The two of them are similar in cultivation, and since they were children, they have fought against each other countless times, so they naturally will not be afraid of each other.

"This is the Little Dynasty Source Realm? What a powerful source qi coercion! ”

Seeing the confrontation between the two, Qing Ji remained silent. Watching the two Peng Yuan Qi Illusory Shadows constantly clash, producing bursts of extremely violent spatial vibrations, he couldn't help but nod secretly.

Knowing the dark yellow source qi phantom behind these two people, it is precisely to the point where the earth origin has been comprehended extremely profoundly, and it can be revealed.

In this kind of cultivation realm, as long as the source qi is shaken at will, it will imply the heavy power of the boundless earth. Its power is far from being comparable to that of a Quenching Source Realm martial artist.

Of course, Qingji would not be stupid to fight against Wu Teng at this moment. Xiao Chaoyuan is an extremely important pass in the Qi Refining Realm, stepping out in one step, like a fish turning into a dragon.

Although he can now perform a powerful trick such as "Breaking the Mountain", which makes his combat power explode. But to fight with Wu Teng, it is still not enough. Because the gap between the two sides is so huge that there is no way to make up for it.

"Uteng, stop!"

Just when the two genius teenagers looked at each other angrily, and were about to fight the next moment, a voice with a little majesty in it sounded.

"Daddy!"

Uten was full of anger, but in this not too loud voice, he suddenly sobered up a lot.

Phew!

The dark yellow source qi phantom vanished. Wu Teng instantly retracted his cultivation, clenched his fists, and lost behind him, with a look of helplessness and incomprehension on his face.

The person who spoke was none other than his father, Archdeacon Wuhai.

"Wu Po, you and Teng'er have fought countless times since they were young, and there is no need to compare today. Which of you two is higher and who is lower, let's wait until the selection competition of the Wuchi Society to see the real chapter. ”

Wuhai walked slowly, coming out of the crowd. His voice sounded gentle and flat, but it had an irreversible superior's bearing.

"I've seen the archdeacon."

Wu Po smiled and saluted respectfully.

He and Wuteng are like fire and water, but it is inconvenient to despise this Wuhai archdeacon. After all, the other party is in a high position, and he is a junior, and the etiquette on the surface is still indispensable.

(End of chapter)