Soul Martial Emperor

Chapter 228 Strength Confrontation
"Let me tell you my qualifications", this sentence sounds very arrogant, and it was said from a new disciple.

Immediately, many people curled their lips, and Chen Tian's younger brother laughed even more. Even the white-haired young man frowned, thinking that Meng Hao was a little arrogant, but he would have to pay a heavy price.

Sure enough, Chen Tian's face became gloomy, and a cold feeling emanated from his body. Many people looked at each other, and they all saw from the eyes of others that Chen Tian was angry and Meng Hao was going to be in trouble. up.

shhhhh! ! !

Chen Tian jumped up, tapped his toes lightly on the stone pillars around the competition platform, and performed a 360-degree somersault in mid-air, and landed firmly on the competition platform.

This move looks much more gorgeous than our way of appearance, so many disciples were full of admiration, only Meng Hao stood quietly, not paying attention to Chen Tian at all.

"Meng Hao, today I want to tell you that you are not qualified to be a core disciple of Lingyue Palace."

Chen Tian said with a gloomy face: "Also, I want to let you know what it means to respect a teacher, so as to save you from being arrogant and self-righteous."

Meng Hao looked at Chen Tian speechlessly. He was about to become a core disciple, so he was arrogant and self-righteous.

"Senior Brother Chen Tian, ​​you talk too much nonsense, hit me as soon as you want, my time is very precious," Meng Hao laughed wickedly.

"You are looking for death." Meng Hao successfully ignited Chen Tian's anger, and immediately roared, all the power that belonged to the peak power in the late stage of the spirit-seeing realm erupted and swept away.

"Let you, a new disciple, try out the low-level profound martial arts of Lingyue Temple." A blood-red spirit appeared in Chen Tian's palm, and with one step, it appeared on top of Meng Hao's head.

At this time, a pair of blood-red wings floated behind Chen Tian, ​​which was the symbol of a martial artist in the spirit realm, spiritual power transformed into wings.

"Blood Flame Skybreaker"! ! ! !

Chen Tian's palm swung out suddenly, and it hit Meng Hao with the momentum of thunder, which was so huge that it was scary.

A huge giant hand burning with bloody flames appeared in the air above Meng Hao's head. On the giant hand, one could faintly see a series of strange fast lines, which looked very mysterious.

This is a very famous low-level esoteric martial art in Lingyue Palace, it is called "Blood Flame Sutra", and this blood-flame sky-breaking hand is a unique move in the Xueyan Sutra.

"Chen Tian made it clear that he wouldn't give Meng Hao a chance, but he turned out to be the Blood Inflammation Classic," the white-haired young man sighed in astonishment.

He knew Chen Tian very well, but he didn't expect to be angered by Meng Hao this time, and the first move was a powerful low-level esoteric martial arts.

"The profound meaning of fire, and the profound meaning of fire has reached [-]%, is this the strength of a super sect disciple?"Meng Hao said to himself, although Chen Tian's strength is at the same level as Ouyang Shaohua's, but his control over the profound meanings is far behind.

It can be said that if Meng Hao's strength has not improved, he may not be able to catch even a single move from the opponent, but if not, the reality is that Meng Hao's strength has improved, and he has reached the middle stage of the spirit-seeing realm.

"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you." Meng Hao's body also jumped up, and behind him was also suspended a pair of crimson wings burning with flames.

Immediately after Meng Hao formed seals with both hands, monstrous spiritual power erupted from his physical strength, and a terrifying breath swept out from between his hands.

"Great Sky Demonic Hand"! ! ! !

Following the landing of Meng Hao's handprint, a giant hand not weaker than the opponent emerged in the air, and monstrous flames swept across the sky, spreading across the entire sky.

This is a unique move in the Huo Ling Zhen Jue, and it can be compared to low-level profound martial arts, and even comparable to some slightly inferior intermediate-level profound martial arts.

In fact, this Great Heavenly Demonic Hand is a profound martial art evolved from the Great Heavenly Demon Flame, which contains the profound meaning of fire, and its power is quite powerful.

When two giant hands meet in the sky, it is like two fierce tigers meeting, and there will be an earth-shattering battle between dragons and tigers.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot contain two tigers, so the two giant hands erupted with an astonishing collision sound, and they were stalemate, evenly matched, and they vowed not to give up regardless of the outcome.

Boom! ! !

Shocking voices like weeping ghosts and gods rang in everyone's ears, and then they saw that the two huge palms were covered with cracks like spider webs.

Immediately afterwards, they shattered under everyone's gaze. The moment the two huge palms shattered, Meng Hao and Chen Tian retreated backward at the same time. If they retreated too late, they would at least be so shocked that their blood would churn.

"Sure enough, Chen Tian even blocked Chen Tian's blood-flame-breaking hand. I'm afraid Chen Tian will be angry next time." The white-haired young man who has a good relationship with Chen Tian looked at this scene and said to himself. road.

"This kid is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. It seems that we are worrying about him for nothing." Leng Qingfan and others also looked at this scene with happy smiles on their faces.

On an attic not far away, three men and a woman were sitting here, one of them was Lingyue Diandian Zhang Yuwei whom Meng Hao had seen before, and the other three were all new faces.

The one in the middle of the three men is the owner of Chiyue Valley, Lan Chifeng, the one on the left is the left protector, and the one on the right is the right protector, all of them are the top power of Chiyue Valley.

"This kid is not bad. The low-level profound martial arts just performed is not simple. I feel a very familiar atmosphere from it," Lan Chifeng said softly.

After a pause, he continued: "If I guessed correctly, what that kid just used was Huo Xingtian's unique martial art, Huo Ling Zhen Jue."

"Lord Huo Xingtian? Could it be that the boy named Meng Hao is Huo Xingtian's apprentice? This is impossible. We have never received such news, and this Meng Hao came from a small place like Heixuanyu. There is no intersection with Lord Huo Xingtian," Zuo Guardian asked with doubts on his face.

Lan Chifeng pondered for a moment and said: "A few days ago, I went to do something with Feng Huang. I heard him say that Fire Emperor accepted a closed disciple, and he attached great importance to this closed disciple. Now it seems that this The closed disciple should be Meng Hao."

Zhang Yuwei's face became a little ugly when she heard the words, "I originally planned to take him as an apprentice, but I didn't expect him to be Lord Huoxingtian's closed disciple, so what should we do?"
"Just like treating other disciples, I think the Fire Emperor released him to practice, it should be to train him, and joining our Chiyue Valley should also be expected by the Fire Emperor, so we just let it be."

Lan Chifeng smiled softly and said: "Yuwei, you want to accept him as an apprentice, presumably because you want him to inherit your mantle."

"It's okay for you to have this kind of thinking, but it's fine to accept an apprentice, let him be a registered apprentice for you, this will not prevent you from imparting knowledge to him."

Zhang Yuwei nodded after thinking about it, but didn't continue to say anything, but continued to look down.

At this time, Meng Hao smiled lightly and said, "It seems that you are not very powerful. I didn't use all my strength, so you couldn't stop me. This is too bad."

(End of this chapter)