Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1074 The First Battle

"Don't underestimate Rong Mochou, he is the elder brother of Tianbei Island, the head of the entire sect, and his power should not be underestimated, especially now Rong Mochou is even stronger than when he dealt with me back then, and his foundation is also stronger. Profound. What Ayan did is hitting a stone with an egg!"

When saying these words, Shen Yuyun's face was very ugly.

He is a calm and introverted person, and he is not easy to lose his temper. Today is a rare situation.

Mr. Yumei smiled calmly, shook his head and said: "I didn't ask you if you were in danger, I just asked you, if Miss Yan did this, what about you? What would you do?"

Shen Yuyun wanted to shake his head subconsciously.

But in the depths of his heart, there is another voice screaming crazily: I will...

Charge for Ayan!
Sprinkle blood to sacrifice the flag for her!

While Shen Yuyun was still in a daze, a gong suddenly sounded "Boom!" from above his head.

The first game has already decided the winner!
The winner was decided so quickly!
The moment the gong rang, everyone, including Mr. Yumei, turned their attention to the lotus-leaf-shaped arena suspended on the third floor.

Shen Yuyun's heart skipped a beat.

That was exactly the arena that Yanyan flew onto just now.

He was so busy talking to Mr. Yumei just now that he forgot to watch Yanyan fight.

Could it be...

Except for the sect disciples of the White Mist Palace, the rest of the crowd also looked at the arena with the sound of the gong in amazement...

In the first big competition, Shi Xiang hadn't passed a quarter, yet someone had already won, which was too fast!

Everyone saw a man dressed in red standing in a lunge on the stage, holding a long-handled Yanyue knife in both hands.

Sen Sen's blade was aimed impartially at the forehead of the monk who was fighting with the young man in red, and it was only a short distance away from entering the flesh.

The pupils of the cultivator who was crushed under the blade constricted, his eyes had lost focus, and he stared blankly at the young man in red in front of him.

The moment the gong struck, the monk slowly bent his knees, and finally knelt heavily in the center of the ring with a loud "Plop!"

Kneeling on the ground, the monk could not stop murmuring: "I lost, I... admit defeat! Admit defeat..."

In fact, before the gong rang just now, the cultivator had already yelled "admit defeat." The cultivator in charge of judging Tianbei Island rang the gong to end the fight.

At this moment, the defeated cultivator finally understood why the red-clothed boy on the opposite side said such words before the start of the fight.

"This battle between you and me is only to the end, just to learn from each other, not to hurt each other's fundamentals. If you feel that my technique is not right, you can stop at any time at any time, and don't use your courage for a while to harm yourself."

This was what the red-clothed boy opposite him said to him before the fight started. Although the other party had a gentle attitude, these words were somewhat of a warning.

At that time, he observed that the real age of this young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it was really rare to have the cultivation base of Nascent Soul Realm.

But for such a young child, with a high cultivation base, it is easy to rely on his talent to be arrogant.

This kind of genius boy is usually not particularly stable.

This cultivator himself is over forty years old, and his cultivation is also in the Nascent Soul realm, so he thinks he should be calmer than the young man in red in front of him.

Therefore, at first, he didn't take the other party's words to heart. He just felt that the other party was just trying to give himself a bad start to show his morale.

However, when the two sides really mobilized their spirits to prepare to fight, the monk realized how naive his previous thoughts were.

The boy's previous warnings were all from the bottom of his heart.

The breath of the boy on the opposite side was surging, and a strange breathing sound could be heard in the monk's ear.

He turned his head and found that it was the big lotus leaf under his feet that had been refined to carry the spirit qi, and it was also breathing with the youth's breath.

Even the air around him seemed to be breathing with invisible things.

At this moment, the qi of the wood spirits in the world seemed to follow the young man's breathing, as if they were all awakened by his qi.

In the transferred wood aura, he could also vaguely hear the slight sound of branching, sprouting, and pistil opening.

But these originally soft and vigorous breaths have all become weapons in the hands of all plants at this moment.

The growth of every plant and the opening of every flower has become the preparation of this plant for attack.

At this moment, the monk felt that he was surrounded by all the vegetation in the world, and was regarded as an enemy by all the vegetation in the world.

In his heart, suddenly a word came up: all trees are soldiers!
He could even feel the elixir refined from spirit grass in his pocket, which was about to move, as if as long as he put them into his mouth, they would grow sharp thorns and pierce his throat.

Facing such an invisible enemy that spread all over the world, the monk felt that he had no chance to think about how to organize an attack.

The monk finally understood that from the moment the boy in red started to release his wood spirit qi, he had already lost.

Why is there such a way of using spirit energy?
Why would someone be able to mobilize all the body spirit energy that can be affected to fight for him?

How powerful is this fighting spirit to reach the realm of affecting nature?

With such a strong fighting spirit, only on the battlefield where thousands of troops are fighting, can one have the opportunity to experience the killing spirit.

It is an unwavering determination;
It is the self-confidence that can only be possessed by the vast and mighty power to command all living beings in the world.

But those who can do this, that is...

god!
Just when this idea suddenly appeared in the cultivator's mind, the boy in red on the opposite side had summoned all the power of wood that was about to move around him.

In the end, she actually condensed all these wood powers into a Crescent Moon Saber.

The Yanyue Dao was also wrapped in such a fierce killing arrogance, and it slashed towards the top of his head.

The moment the blade fell straight down, the cultivator seemed to see the scene of the naturally gathered water spirit energy around him being chopped apart by the blade in the young man's hand.

He is a monk with water spirit roots, and he naturally gathers space water spirit energy for his own use.

But before he had time to form an offensive, the water spirits gathered around him were still natural things.

This boy's offensive can directly interfere with the power of nature!
At this moment, the moment the blade slashed, apart from shattering all the monk's fighting will to fight, what was also shattered was his three views.

Such a strong fighting spirit has completely exceeded the monk's knowledge.

Even his teacher didn't have the fighting spirit so strong that he could shake the natural world.

How did this boy develop such a terrifying fighting spirit?
At his age, it is impossible for him to have been on the battlefield!

Therefore, at the moment when the blade slashed, the monk shouted three words from the bottom of his heart: "I, surrender!"

At the moment when the monk "admitted defeat" and exited for the second time, Yanyan's Yanyue Knife, which was transformed from the wood spirit energy in the surrounding space, gradually dissipated within an inch of the monk's forehead.

(End of this chapter)