"The breath of true spirit."
"The Lingxiao Order is the Lingxiao Order."
"He is Nan Xiaohou, the son of Nan Tianhou."
At this time, someone recognized Nan Xiaohou's identity and exclaimed.
As soon as Ling Xiao's order came out, the voices of doubt around him became lower and lower.
But the eyes of some Tianjiao disciples became more and more gloomy.
"It turns out that the so-called twelve seats in the Spiritual Bell have already been decided by others. It's ridiculous that we are still comparing ourselves to each other in terms of spiritual power."
Song Jiantao of the True Sword Sect spoke indifferently and was very disdainful.
"So what if it's the unofficial decision? It's just been thrown out."
Ye Qingfeng even sneered.
"You are looking for death!"
Seeing someone exposing his scar, Nan Xiaohou was very unhappy and made a vicious sound.
"Oh, you are just a middle-level Qi Condensator. If you didn't have the identity of the son of Nan Tianhou, anyone who dared to talk to me like this would have turned into a pile of flesh and blood."
As he spoke, Ye Qingfeng's spiritual power surged, and his peak Qi-condensing strength exploded out with overwhelming pressure.
"Okay, okay, you overlords only dare to bully children."
"I heard that someone just killed all the lunatics from the Seven Kills Sect, and now they have driven out the Little Marquis of Nantian. I am very curious, how about we compete to see who is more powerful? Enter the twelve seats of the Lingzhong first."
"Let's see who among us can become the Chief of the Spiritual Bell."
Outside the spiritual power, a wind blew up. Lu Chunhua rose up alone, and entered the spiritual power alone. He came and went freely, and went straight within eight steps of the spiritual power.
Showing the power of the peak of Qi Condensation.
"Whose disciple is so courageous? He may not have a good life in the future."
A young man shook his head, feeling very sorry.
"However, if it comes to competing, I'm still very interested."
As soon as the voice changed, Li Mingda stood up and walked.
Tap tap tap
Coming with the sound of stepping, it is also eight steps straight into the spiritual power, which is very easy.
At this moment, within eight steps of Lingwei, the geniuses gathered together.
In a short period of time, eight people gathered.
"This is the genius outside Zhenxuan Sect!"
At this moment, Li Xianxian's head was numb. She persisted with all her strength, but she could only make it within seven steps.
In his eyes, a look of loneliness gradually rose.
Compared with them, the talent that I have always been proud of is nothing.
"Immortal, your cultivation time is still short. As long as you work steadily, reaching the peak of Qi Condensation is not a problem for you."
"It's just that in this kind of scene, if I don't have Tongtian Peak, I'm afraid I will be complained by my senior brother."
"take care of yourself."
An Ran was a little different at this moment, with a hint of fire rising in his eyes.
"But, those people are all at the tenth level of Qi Condensation!"
"The tenth level of Qi Condensation is indeed very strong, but it's not like I don't have it at Tongtian Peak."
An Ran stroked Li Xianxian's hair lovingly, and then spoke firmly.
A more trembling sound.
Mu Bei came from behind and brutally killed the ninth level of Qi Condensation with the middle level of Qi Condensation. His combat power was close to that of his senior brother. How could he not be touched by An Ran.
He is also known as the most talented martial artist in a century!
As soon as the voice changed, spiritual power came out of the body. Under the explosion of endless spiritual power, An Ran's cultivation level went straight to the tenth level of Qi Condensation, reaching the peak of Qi Condensation.
Infinite emotion arises from the self, ambition to reach the sky emerges, and we move forward step by step.
Tread
Under everyone's gaze, An Ran took two steps forward and entered the ninth level of Lingwei.
An Ran, today, stepped into the peak of Qi Condensation and competed with many martial arts geniuses.
The real genius is not the genius who dominates a certain sect.
"I, An Ran, the true disciple of Tongtian Peak, have met you all!"
During the words, the peak power of Qi Condensation was like a sharp blade, erupting instantly, mixed with thick sounds, and gradually came out.
Its terrifying power overwhelmed eight people in the same area.
Boom boom boom
Under An Ran's stimulation, eight auras rose up and competed with each other.
Within Lingwei, the pressure continued to build up. Li Xianxian also looked ugly and followed the others out of Lingwei.
Within a moment, under the power of the spirit, only the nine great martial arts geniuses remained.
A proud man cannot survive alone!
"Is this...the real Third Senior Brother!"
Li Xianxian's heartbeat quickened and he couldn't believe it.
"How is it possible? How could he step into the tenth level of Qi Condensation before me? What kind of magic method did he use?"
Among the crowd, Tie Zhitian couldn't believe it, his eyes showed madness.
As for the group of true disciples such as Ying Sha behind him, they remained silent, their eyes shining with light.
Finally, there was a sigh in my heart that kept sounding.
"Oh, that's interesting. Are there so many geniuses in Tongtian Peak?"
On the fourth floor of Wanbao, Nan Zhentian was very surprised when he saw this scene, without any hint of jealousy.
His mentality seemed to be making fun of the world.
As for Shen Tianyu and others, their eyes were gloomy and they were very unwilling.
On the twelve seats of Lingbao, Mu Bei meditated and felt the mysterious breath constantly approaching him. In his consciousness, a huge golden light appeared, like a golden bell, but it was looming and extremely blurry.
Immediately, the "Devouring Demon Sutra" came out, transforming the power of swallowing and swallowing the mysterious breath.
Immediately, countless insights on the ways of suppression emerged one after another, and many strategies of suppression were born, all of which were clear to the mind.
In this regard, Mu Bei remained calm and suppressed them one by one using Zhenxuan's way. He used the "Devouring Demon Sutra" to devour them one by one, accumulating the power of Zhenxuan's suppression.
Unknowingly, Zhenxuan's suppressive force became more powerful, fully twice as powerful as before.
The enlightenment of martial arts and the expansion of his horizons made De Mubei more and more comfortable with the methods of suppression.
Suddenly, Mu Bei's eyes opened and closed, and a faint suppressive power flowed out,
Boom
Mu Bei stood up, armed with suppression, and attacked the eleventh seat of Lingzhong.
"court death!"
Almost as soon as Mu Bei took action, the eleven people noticed it.
On the seat, a figure moved, and the power of the technique burst out from it.
"town!"
The overwhelming and irresistible force of suppression was instantly suppressed, making Zhang Po unable to stand up straight.
Under the suppression, Qi and blood surged, spiritual energy was stagnated, and Zhang Po's face became extremely ugly.
"I am from the Zhang family of Nantian, how dare you touch me!"
When his strength failed, Zhang Po moved out of the family behind him in order to scare Mu Bei.
"It doesn't matter who is behind you, let alone the Zhang family, even if it's Nan Zhentian himself, you have to return it today."
"Insufficient strength means insufficient strength. You are you, and the family is the family. You have to distinguish this clearly."
Mu Bei's voice was deep, and a sense of disgust arose in his heart.
Snapped
A palm came through the air and knocked Zhang Po away.
Then, Mu Bei sat alone on the eleventh seat of the spiritual clock and fell into meditation.
The "Devouring Demon Sutra" comes into being, wildly devouring the surrounding aura, strengthening itself, and cultivating the true mysterious essence to suppress it!
At this moment, Mu Bei unexpectedly discovered that above the eleven seats, the appearance of the golden bell gradually became clearer.
Although it is still unclear, it is much less blurry than above the twelve seats.
"Who is this guy? He is so arrogant."
"First it was Nan Xiaohou, and then it was the Zhang family. Could it be that he thought he could fight them one by one like this?"
There was a voice coming from the other ten seats.
Under the aura, the appearance is invisible, but the voice can be transmitted.
There was a hint of displeasure in the voice.
"If he has the ability, he will fight all the way up."
"If you have the ability, you will be promoted. If you are not capable, you will be eliminated."
"This sentence also applies to us."
From the third seat of the spiritual bell, a solemn sound came out.
After that, there was no more sound, and he was obviously lost in realization.
