Martial arts become gods

Chapter 309 Mo Linghuo

"Fourth Grade Martial Skill!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and immediately a look of envy, jealousy and hatred appeared on their faces.

Rank [-] martial arts are already quite rare, Yan Zhiyu is invincible by virtue of the Yanhuang Sutra, and has even beheaded opponents with higher realms than him.

And this was just the beginning, after that people came out constantly, and everyone got great benefits.

Martial skills, exercises, spiritual treasures...

Everything is enough to make everyone boil, regretting why they didn't get that seat.

This atmosphere reached a climax with the appearance of a figure.

"Ha ha……"

Accompanied by a wild laugh, a figure shot out, it was Yan Zhiyu.

He glanced at everyone with a condescending attitude, and then said loudly: "I got the earth-level exercises, who else?"

"Earth-level exercises!"

For a while, the surroundings became quiet, and even a needle falling could be heard clearly.

Compared with this earth-level exercise, those things before are obviously not the same.

Among the 36 factions, the top ranked ones are all because of the use of mysterious skills, so they are able to secure the top spot, which is enough to show the importance of skills.

The 36 forces are uneven, and the reason why they can exist at the same time is because they have reached an extremely mysterious balance.

Once this balance is broken, it will probably be a bloodbath.

But now that the Huoyan Palace has obtained the earth-level skills, it is very likely that this balance will be broken.

"It seems that the Huoyan Palace is going to be more powerful!" Many people smiled wryly in their hearts, looking quite sad.

"Hmph, the earth-level exercises are so majestic!" At this time, a strange voice came to everyone's ears.

"Li Feiyu?" Yan Zhiyu's expression darkened, and he said, "Could it be that what you got was better than mine?"

He is obviously quite afraid of Li Feiyu, after all, the latter's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he is already enough to compete with him.

And if Li Feiyu is getting something good, it's hard to say who will win.

"Hmph, I dare not say which one is stronger and which one is weaker, but what I got is also an earth-level exercise." Li Feiyu said quite proudly.

"It's also an earth-level exercise!"

All of a sudden, there was a burst of exclamations. In such a short period of time, there were actually two earth-level exercises released. This is simply a harbinger of the coming storm.

"Damn it!" Yan Zhiyu cursed softly, it turned out that he was the focus of everyone, and he quite enjoyed this feeling.

But now that Li Feiyu is suddenly added, the impact of his photos will not be so great.

And Li Feiyu looked at Yan Zhiyu with a half-smile, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

But at this moment, a figure flashed, and another person came out, which was astonishingly cracked by flames.

At this time, his complexion was a little pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Yan Zhiyu threw Li Feiyu aside at the right time, and said teasingly: "You have suffered a lot. I have already said that it is a waste for you to forcefully occupy a seat. It is lucky that you did not die in it."

Hearing that, everyone was also a little gloating, especially those who didn't occupy their seats, and they felt a little more balanced for a while.

"Hmph, what is waste? My strength has been raised to a higher level, and I am now a six-star great martial artist." Yan Zhilie snorted coldly, and immediately clenched his palm, a ball of Yuanli emerged from it.

"It really is a six-star martial artist!"

Sensing the terrifying aura contained in that ball of origin force, everyone's expressions couldn't help but change. After all, Yan Zhiyu's benefits had faintly surpassed that of many people.

After all, in the realm of a great martial artist, it is very difficult to improve every level.

Although it was said before that some people's strength had improved, but there was no one with so many levels. It can be said that Yan Zhilie broke the record.

"Damn it, this trash actually has such a chance!" Yan Zhiyu's complexion was cloudy for a while, but when he thought that Yan Zhilie couldn't use his energy at all, he was instantly relieved.

"Hehe, so what, you can't use your energy at all, and it's useless to be strong!"

Hearing Yan Zhiyu's words, Yan Zhilie was a little speechless. If this problem is not resolved, he will not be able to get rid of the name of trash for a day.

He was very puzzled, what kind of disease he had in the first place, he had asked around, but got some ambiguous answers.

However, he also drew a conclusion from those few words.

Perhaps his illness was not accidental.

"Waste is waste!" Yan Zhiyu sneered, and continued: "It's strange, why doesn't the guy you rely on come out? Could it be that he died in it?"

So far, seven people have come out, and three people have not come out.

And two of them are definitely dead, only Mo Xian's situation is still unclear.

However, with so much time passing, and the fact that someone had died, Mo Xian's situation was somewhat self-evident.

"You are talking nonsense, how could he die inside!" Yan Zhilie said loudly, his body trembling a little because of excitement.

"Hey, don't get too excited, if you suddenly go into convulsions, you will lose the face of Huoyan Palace." Yan Zhiyu teased.

"Hmph, let's wait and see!" After Yan Zhilie finished speaking, he ignored everyone.

……

Although everyone came out, they didn't disperse, as if they all wanted to see the final result.

At the same time, in the Ghost Temple, Mo Xian at the top of the stone pillar suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He raised his palms, which were intact, as if what he had experienced before was all fake.

But he knew that even if it was fake, it could kill him.

Moreover, Xiao En was still in a sickly state, but she was much better after she came out.

"Huh... finally escaped." Mo Xian let out a long breath, but there was still a look of fear on his face.

When he came in, he didn't expect that this ghost temple would be so dangerous. However, he seemed to have obtained something extraordinary.

He flipped his palm, and a black flame appeared in the palm of his hand, and it was still beating, exuding a frightening aura.

"Mo Linghuo!"

Mo Xian naturally knew the fate of this group of flames, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he muttered: "This harvest seems to be pretty good!"

He glanced at the ghost puppet that was still floating on one side, and with a flip of his palm, he put it into the black jade slip.

But before he had time to do more investigations, this area became extremely unstable, as if it might collapse at any time.

He quickly got up and shot out.

"The ghost temple is about to be closed. It seems that the kid is dead! There is no point in staying any longer, let's go." Yan Zhiyu narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the ghost temple that was gradually sinking into the ground , with a playful look on his face.

In this way, he would save trouble.

"Who are you saying is dead?"

(End of this chapter)