Imprisoning Mo Jingtian's split soul body, Ying Wudao looked at Qi Yaode, the fifth prince of the Daqian Empire.
"My lord, do you see clearly now?"
Ying Wudao's voice was calm and not loud, but it was clearly heard by hundreds of thousands of people present.
Everyone looked at Qi Yaode in unison.
Being stared at by hundreds of thousands of people, including many powerful men from all major forces, with such sharp sword-like gazes, even Qi Yaode was sweating on his forehead.
In front of such a person, even if he wanted to lie, he couldn't tell it.
"See clearly, it is indeed...the devil."
Then he clasped his fists at Wu Dao and said, "Thank you, Palace Master Ying, for discovering this. Otherwise, Xiao Wang would be in danger. I didn't expect that a demon would invade my disciples without me noticing. I beg you, Palace Master, to let Xiao Wang take this demon back with him." Daqian bears the thorn to apologize."
To put it bluntly, I just want to take this evidence away.
Otherwise, in the Qin Empire, there would always be a handle.
Ying Wudao couldn't see his little tricks.
Not to mention him, every powerful person present could see it.
Qin Tianzheng didn't speak at all.
Such a trivial matter did not require him to speak.
As the master of the Law Enforcement Hall, Ying Wudao was born to do this hard work.
Ying Wudao smiled slightly, "It's not that I won't let you take it, but that you can't take it away. Once I let go of the restraint, he will explode himself, so I can only control it on my behalf."
In fact, when he imprisoned Mo Jingtian, he had already searched Mo Jingtian's soul and obtained all the information.
Including learning a lot of information about Qi Yaode through this disciple's memories during his lifetime.
It doesn't matter if you want to keep Mo Jingtian's soul body.
However, he would not casually give Mo Jingtian's soul to Qi Yaode in public.
Just as Qi Yaode thought, this is the evidence.
It is the evidence that will be used to make demands on the Daqian Empire next time. How can I give it to him casually?
While speaking, Qi Yaode didn't wait for his plea again, and directly snatched Mo Jingtian's split soul away, and then put it into a magic weapon container.
Although he is a warrior, his cultivation has reached the top of his level. He has the same path, and is no longer much different from an immortal cultivator. He can use magic weapons at will.
One of Mo Jingtian's souls was taken away by Ying Wudao. Because he was not killed, the other souls and Mo Jingtian himself knew nothing about it.
The main body and the other souls are still happy.
In his opinion, his plan is now half successful.
As everyone knows, part of his plan has been known to Ying Wudao.
Although it was only a part, it affected the whole body. This time it was enough to kill him and destroy the overall plan of him and the demons.
There were also many immortal cultivators present in the stands, watching all this.
These immortal cultivators all saw Ying Wudao's power and were shocked in their hearts.
Only a quasi-immortal in the Mahayana stage could easily pull out a person's soul, but Ying Wudao was only a warrior, but he could do it easily.
This greatly exceeded their expectations.
They finally had a deeper understanding of martial arts.
It turns out that martial arts is not what the sect said. It only knows how to fight and kill, but it also has great supernatural powers.
His methods are not inferior to those of immortals.
Of course, when it comes to all kinds of magic, one must be an immortal cultivator, and a warrior is still just a vulgar martial artist who only knows how to practice meat.
Unless you reach such a high level as Ru Ying Wudao, you can be comparable to the immortal cultivators.
But how many people can do it?
Thinking of this, some immortal cultivators raised their heads again.
He treated the warrior next to him with an expression of indifference, and there was uncontrollable contempt in his eyes.
When Qi Yaode saw that Ying Wudao had put away his disciple's soul body instantly, his face became even more ugly, knowing that it would be useless even if he wanted it again at this moment.
He had to cup his hands and say, "Thank you very much, Master Ying."
The evidence was taken away, and he still had to thank others. Qi Yaode felt so bitter in his heart.
But he couldn't say it, so he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it.
This time, he was very unlucky. Not only did he lose a disciple, but he also lost the reputation of the Daqian Empire.
The scene just now has been recorded by many large and small forces with photo stones.
Even the people of the Great Zhou Empire and the Great Feng Dynasty were no exception.
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't.
Although these people have no evidence that the devil is in their hands, they all have photos in their hands.
These are all evidence.
I will never take it out to make me sick in the future.
There was nothing Qi Yaode could do about it.
He put the disciple's body into the storage ring, then looked at his nose and heart, and sat there motionless, pretending to be dead.
Things are already like this anyway, so go ahead with whoever you love.
Everyone saw that he was acting like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.
Everyone felt contempt in their hearts.
The people of Daqian Empire are indeed shameless!
Seeing Qi Yaode like this, the princes of the Great Zhou Emperor and the third princes of the Great Feng Dynasty all laughed secretly in their hearts.
They like the Daqian Empire to make a fool of themselves.
Seeing Qi Yaode deflated made them feel as comfortable as drinking snow water in the dog days of summer.
At this time, Qin Tianzheng, the emperor of the Great Qin Empire as the organizer, smiled slightly and said lightly:
"Okay, it was just a small episode, the matter has been resolved, now let's get into the competition."
The referee on the central stage is the elder of the Demon Suppressing Palace. At this time, he cupped his fists and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Then he shouted: "The game continues!"
"The first game, Jiang Changkong versus Lang Xiaopei."
Everyone's eyes shifted from the direction of the Daqian Empire camp to the arena.
Uh-huh...
A figure quickly appeared on the stage, but it was a young and handsome young man with dancing long hair and a huge knife on his back.
Looking at Jiang Changkong on the ring, he cupped his fists and said, "I'm Lang Xiaopei, a disciple of Baihu Peak, the seventh level of Xiantian."
Jiang Changkong also clasped his fists and said: "Jiang Changkong, the fourth level of innate heaven."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion in the stands.
"They are both direct disciples. One is at the seventh level of innate heaven, and the other is at the fourth level of innate heaven. Do we need to compare?"
"What do you know? Today's game is for the direct disciple that the number one master of Great Qin has just accepted. The Seventh Heavenly Heaven must also give way."
"I don't understand any other nonsense. There is no such thing as giving in. Whoever gives in to someone will be unlucky. As a direct disciple, everyone has great luck. Giving in is equivalent to actively giving up your luck to others."
"Let luck...is there such a thing?"
"Tch, there are a lot of things you don't know."
"Then this is really good-looking. It would be even better if Lang Xiaopei, who is born in the seventh heaven, is defeated by Jiang Changkong, who is in the fourth heaven."
"You have a beautiful idea. It is so easy to leapfrog the ninth level of heaven and the first level of heaven. Besides, they are all geniuses. It is even more difficult to fight beyond the level."
"That's right. This Jiang Changkong... is a pity."
"Isn't that right? He just became a direct disciple. He was originally the protagonist today, but because his cultivation level was too low, he ended up becoming a foil. This is unbearable for anyone."
"There's nothing I can do about it. This world doesn't believe in tears, it only believes in strength. Just like his master Ying, the master of the palace, only when you are strong can you be respected by everyone."
"Yes. Becoming the disciple of the number one master in Da Qin has made his road a lot easier, but the road to becoming a master is destined to be long."
At this time, on the central stage.
Jiang Changkong and Lang Xiaopei stood on both sides of the ring.
The elder referee said: "Please note that you are not allowed to use magic weapons or poison during the competition. When the opponent admits defeat, you are not allowed to use killers on the opponent. Do you understand?"
In fact, even if he doesn't say this, everyone knows it.
Will not use it either.
These are taboos. Once used, even if you win, you will be despised by everyone, and you will also be beaten by your own master.
If the opponent is killed, it is very likely that he will be killed by his master.
Personal disciples are not cabbages like other disciples. Every time they lose one, the Demon Suppression Hall will feel pain. How can they just follow the trend?
If you don't want to be the target of public criticism, you won't use those dirty methods.
The two clasped their fists and said, "I understand."
"Okay, now the game begins."
The elder Chuan Gong said.
"I am from the seventh level of Xiantian. My cultivation level is higher than yours, but I will not let you offend me. Please be careful."
Lang Xiaopei said.
Jiang Changkong smiled slightly, "Please."
Lang Xiaopei's eyes lit up slightly. He could see that Jiang Changkong's confidence was not pretended, but natural.
Huh, kid, you haven't met an opponent before, right?
Only those who have never lost are so proud.
Confidence is a good thing, but being overconfident is arrogance.
This is not good.
Then let me teach you, brother, what it means to be humble!
The corners of Lang Xiaopei's mouth curved.
"Then I'll draw my sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, the knife from Lang Xiaopei's back suddenly popped out. He grabbed the handle of the knife and slashed towards Jiang Changkong.
The terrifying sword light streaked across the sky and slashed towards Jiang Changkong. There was a terrifying white tiger hidden in it, roaring towards the sky.
Jiang Changkong stood still, held the hilt of the sword, and swung the sword casually——
The art of sword drawing.
when!
Sparks flew.
The terrifying and shocking sword light instantly disappeared into nothing, and the white tiger's shadow also disappeared.
Countless people at the scene were shocked.
Everyone clearly saw that Jiang Changkong's move was very casual. He didn't even have a gorgeous sword move. He just smashed Lang Xiaopei's powerful move with a casual swing.
Is this because Jiang Changkong is too strong?
Or is Lang Xiaopei letting it slip?
Not to mention the audience, even Lang Xiaopei himself was very shocked.
Although his move wasn't the strongest, it didn't let him down either.
In the previous competitions of the Demon Suppressing Hall, there has never been any talk of giving in.
As those viewers said, releasing water is equivalent to conveying one's own energy to others.
Although this statement is somewhat mysterious, it is not completely wrong.
Because if you lose, you will have no resources.
Only the top strong people deserve to enjoy the top resources, just like the most powerful people deserve to enjoy the most beautiful beauties.
Every direct disciple of the Demon Suppressing Hall will compete almost unreservedly in every competition.
This time is no exception.
The Golden Dragon Sword is the reward for the first place this time. Once obtained, not only will the status be distinguished, but the luck will also skyrocket.
It can be said that this Golden Dragon Sword alone is worth countless resources.
If you use spirit stones to describe it, it is worth at least millions of spirit stones.
That's a pretty scary number.
Therefore, no one will let go.
Everyone will fight for this.
It's too late, it's too late,
After Jiang Changkong destroyed Lang Xiaopei's terrifying sword with one sword, he stepped forward with one step.
The whole person turned into a sword light and appeared in front of Lang Xiaopei instantly.
He raised his hand and punched the opponent in the chest.
It's not that he doesn't want to use the sword, but he is afraid that he will kill this guy with one sword.
In the sword-drawing technique just now, he only used three points of force.
Seeing this, Lang Xiaopei slashed hard at Jiang Changkong's hand.
This time I used my full strength!
Not killing the opponent in battle does not mean avoiding them at all times, nor does it mean that you cannot hurt the opponent.
As for cutting off the opponent's hand...even if it was really disabled, it was Jiang Changkong's own fault.
If you leave your sword alone and insist on using your fists, isn't this asking for trouble?
He knew from the first day he entered the Demon Suppressing Palace: The Demon Suppressing Palace does not need waste!
In the stands, Qin Tianzheng and others were also a little surprised.
Everyone knows that Jiang Changkong is a genius in swordsmanship.
If you, a swordsman, don't have a sword, why would you use your fists?
You are not a crude warrior who is not very proficient in swords.
What's more important is that Lang Xiaopei's sword is no ordinary sword, it is a sword that can cut hair with just a blow.
But seeing the old god Ying Wudao with an indifferent expression, he became even more confused.
Could it be that this guy doesn't care about his apprentice?
Your apprentice's hand is going to be chopped off!
Countless people at the scene were worried.
"What's going on with this guy? He doesn't have a sword, he has to use his fists. Is he trying to commit suicide or something?"
"Oh no, I've never seen such a stupid person... Damn it! Damn it!"
Just when everyone was confused, Jiang Changkong's fist collided with Lang Xiaopei's knife.
There was a crisp loud noise.
Lang Xiaopei and his knife were punched away by Jiang Changkong, and they flew across the sky like a meteor and fell to the ring.
boom!
Lang Xiaopei hit the ground hard, making a small crater and sending up dust and smoke.
The whole place was silent.
A long while.
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Holy crap! A damn swordsman actually knocked a swordsman away with one punch. It's simply unbelievable!"
"Damn it, no wonder he uses his fists. It turns out that his strongest skill is not swordsmanship, but his fists!!"
"He should be a pure warrior, not a swordsman..."
"Fart, what kind of warrior do you think can kill the opponent's powerful white tiger roar with a single sword?"
"A warrior can do it! His power surpasses his opponent's by far. It's absolutely possible to overcome skill with force!"
Countless people argued about it.
In the stands, Qin Tianzheng and others looked at Ying Wudao.
It seems to be asking: Did you already know this?
Ying Wudao looked at this group of people, a little speechless.
Lao Tzu is his master, and all his resources are provided by Lao Tzu. How could he not know this?
If you knew how much heaven and earth treasures he had consumed in these short ten days, you wouldn't think so of me.
Thinking of the genius treasures Jiang Changkong had consumed in the past ten days, even he felt terrible.
