"I throw in the towel!"

"I'm throwing in the towel!"

He fell to his knees as if he had lost all his strength, begging and screaming loudly to the people in heaven, but there was no sound except for a distorted face.

Shabi is desperate, Zhuxiantai has a formation to guard, unless one side falls or admits defeat, it will not be able to step down at all.

Somewhere on a mountain peak, Murong Xiaotian, who was watching Zhuxiantai, looked suspicious.

"I didn't expect the Heavenly Dao Foundation to be so useful, right?"

"Ahh

Seeing someone coming, Murong Xiaotian hurriedly saluted.

"Now I don't have to worry about your master asking you to go out of the customs and send a summoning order to Wu Tian. ”

"The disciples don't dare. ”

"Hehe......" Wang Chang smiled slightly and looked at Zhu Xiantai.

"In the previous generation, you relied on the first Heavenly Dao foundation to stand out and excel among the Heavenly Prides of the Immortal Alliance, which is very good. But since the rise of "Taishang" Bai Fei, your god has been in chaos. ”

"My ancestor ......"

Before Murong Xiaotian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Chang: "After Bai Fei defeated you in the late stage of Jindan with her cultivation in the early stage of Jindan, you were faintly a little abnormal. You deliberately suppressed your own cultivation to advance into the realm, and instead honed all kinds of powerful secret methods, your master knows it, and I know it too. ”

"My ancestor ......"

Before Murong Xiaotian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Chang again: "You want to defeat Bai Fei in the same realm and regain the dignity you lost." But you are a first-grade Heavenly Spirit Root, Bai Fei is only a first-grade dual-attribute True Spirit Root, and you should also understand the gap between the spiritual roots, your advantage lies in your cultivation speed, not in the fighting method!"

"My ancestor ......"

Murong Xiaotian himself stopped, he thought that Wang Chang would interrupt his defense again, but he found that he didn't.

But even so, he couldn't say anything.

""Taishang" Bai Fei, she broke the lowest record of the realm of obtaining the title since the creation of the Immortal League, you are the stepping stone. I thought you would understand it one day, but I didn't expect that it would be almost 50 years later, and you still don't understand it. ”

Murong Xiaotian heard the heartache and regret in Wang Chang's words, but he was faintly unwilling.

"The pride of genius has ruined you, and now is the time for you to be redeemed. ”

"Master?"

"Wu Tian, have you seen it?"

"He's only sixteen years old, he has the opportunity to build a foundation in the Heavenly Dao, and his deep fortune is enviable, but he basically hasn't practiced any attack spells, I dare to say that I can beat him at the age of sixteen. ”

When he felt that Murong Xiaotian's peacock disease had committed again, Wang Chang couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"Wu Tian, it's only been ten months since you cultivated, even if you can beat him at the age of sixteen, what can you do?

"Impossible!"

"Huh...... He is the only one in a hundred million moon spirit root, and becoming an immortal is like a joke to him, attacking spells, is it necessary to learn it?"

Wang Chang's words smashed into his heart like a heavy fist, making Murong Xiaotian unable to say a word for a long time.

"This is the top secret of the sect, except for Elder Huang Lin and Elder Taishang, no one knows, the reason why I tell you is to let you know: first, your advantage is cultivation, and your realm is so high that you can win without fighting; ”

The pride of the genius was completely shattered, he always thought that he had been cultivated by his master and master, and the heavy responsibility of the rise of the Wood Spirit Sect was pressed on him, and he could not live up to their expectations.

But today he found out that the real hope of the sect was not him, but the man standing in the sky on Zhuxian Terrace.

Feeling that Murong Xiaotian's obsession was dying, the bottleneck was loosened, and there were faint signs of breaking through the Yuanying, Wang Chang was very pleased.

At this time, the duel in Zhuxiantai became more and more boring.

Wutian stood in the void, looking like he didn't care about himself, and Shabi fell weakly on Zhu Xian's lift with a look of not fighting back.

Even if the scene is so boring, but none of the disciples left, Wang Xinyi is face is complicated, the others are not the first to leave to be seen by Wutian, in case Wutian is a cautious eye, leaving a bad impression in front of the first day of a heavenly foundation, no one is so stupid.

Time passed slowly, the sun set and the moon rose, and the elder Zhu Xiantai, who was in charge of presiding, thought that he still had important matters, he couldn't help but be a little anxious, and said loudly: "Senior nephew Wu Tian, Senior nephew Shabi has no power to fight back, can you win this duel?"

When many low-level disciples heard the elder's words, their eyes lit up impatiently, and they ran away when they heard Wutian speak, and secretly swore in their hearts: "I will never see Wu Tian's duel again!"

It's a pity that their wishes are destined to fail, and Wutian, who stands in the void, is like he hasn't heard anything, he closes Shuangmu lightly, and he repairs his skills, and he finds that there is no cave near Zhuxiantai, which causes the aura to be a little thicker than his cave, plus he controls the flow of heaven and earth aura, and returns to cultivation, and the effect of warming and nourishing the Yuan Shen is several times better than that in the cave, so he is not in a hurry.

Seeing that Wutian didn't reply, although the presiding elder was a little unhappy, he also knew that such a genius disciple couldn't afford to offend at all, so he secretly said that he was unlucky, and he also closed his eyes and recuperated.

In the middle of the night, Wang Xinyi looked at the indifferent lawlessness in the air, sighed heavily, and left without saying anything.

Seeing someone leaving, many drowsy people suddenly reflected in their eyes, thinking about leaving one or two more before leaving.

Unfortunately, the wait was overnight.

Just when everyone thought that Wutian would not consume Shabi alive and would never stop when he died, Wutian actually flew back to the ring.

Then he looked at Shabi, who seemed to be dead, and without saying anything, he got out of the ring step by step, and left without looking back.

The moment Wutian left the ring, Shabi, who was already like a dead person, opened his eyes very abruptly, looking at Wutian who left indifferently.

Shabi really has ideas, he is well disguised, disguising himself as a desperate person who is bent on death, waiting for the impatient attack of the lawless or simply pretending to be dead.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, when he was really desperate to find that pretending to be dead was about to turn into real death, that the Qi of Heaven and Earth returned to his side, and Wutian also left the ring.

Naturally, he would not be so stupid as to think that Wutian was dead, so there was only one possibility: Wutian let him go.

"Why?" he was weak, so weak that even he whispered to the point where he could barely speak.

Wutian doesn't know why he didn't kill in the end, maybe he was a monk, and not killing was just out of a distant habit, maybe he felt that Shabi was also a talent, and for the sake of his peers, he died just because he pushed him to say a few stupid words.

But since he doesn't want to kill it, he doesn't kill it, he does whatever he wants, he has this right.