Ten Desolate Daluo

Chapter 1181 Painting School, Confucian School

Fang Qi looked around, and saw that on the stage, Emperor Wu had already secured his victory, but what he didn't expect was that the little monk Yuankong was so amazing that he forced Senior Brother Ye Tianshi to play all his cards before repelling him. , while Yuankong shouted a Sanskrit trumpet and stepped back from the stage.

Now on the stage, only Ye Tianshi and Emperor Wu are left. Emperor Wu's strength can be described as unfathomable and fierce. The waves couldn't even break up, and even Emperor Wu didn't step out of the square inch of the floor tiles under his feet.

The two of them were directly defeated and fell into the ring to admit defeat.

Now, only Ye Tianshi was left in the arena. Fang Qi stared at him, wondering if Senior Brother Ye could force out some hole cards or a killer move.

Brother Ye and Fellow Daoist Qin Wu have very similar auras...

Fang Qi whispered in his heart, he didn't know why he always felt that the feelings of these two people were very similar, they practiced domineering all the way, no matter where they went, people couldn't look directly at each other, wishing to close their eyes immediately, no one could ignore each other.

But it was obvious that Emperor Wu's aura was even more violent than Senior Brother Ye's aura!

But who knows, Ye Tianshi suddenly sighed, shook his head and stepped back from the ring, saying, "I'm not as good as you."

Everyone around showed puzzled looks. Ye Tianshi conceded before the two men even made a move, which was too fast.

But in fact, only Ye Tianshi knew that the opponent was indeed suppressing him everywhere, his own strengths were firmly suppressed by the opponent, and he knew that he was not the opponent's opponent without making a move.

Although he also has some trump cards, the opponent must have them too, and it is meaningless to compare them, so he jumped off the ring.

"Ye Tianshi, why don't you do your best?" Not far away, Yu Hou looked at Ye Tianshi with doubts and asked.

Ye Tianshi shook his head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if I don't make it into the top ten, my foundation is still far behind that of Emperor Wu. I am not an opponent, and I still need to hone it."

Yuhou is obviously very familiar with Ye Tianshi, his mansion is after all in Qingzhou, and he knows all about the young heroes of Qingzhou. Seeing Ye Tianshi's behavior at this moment, he felt a little regretful, he didn't see the genius of Yiyuanzong I felt sorry for the other party, what if the elders of Jixia Academy took a fancy to it?
But he is Yuhou after all, so there is no need to say more. He also knew that Ye Tianshi must have his own thoughts in his heart, so he nodded with a smile and didn't say any more.

In the second group, Xiao Wudi immediately entered the top ten with the posture of number one. At the same time, in the rest of the ring, several people qualified one after another. Li Xinxin shocked the audience with his Ten God Wheels. His Ten God Wheels overwhelmed the world. We all know that he is a disciple of the Evil God Sect, but now the other party has not yet invited the gods, and they are overwhelming the audience. He has suppressed the limelight in the entire arena, and he easily won.

On the other hand, Zhou Jin shook the heavens and the earth with his palm, and entered the top ten impeccably.

The only pity is that Yang Weiwei and Li Weiwei are both in the same group. Li Weiwei also practiced the way of swordsmanship, and Yang Weiwei also practiced the way of swordsmanship, but the two people's swordsmanship was completely opposite. Yang Weiwei practiced the majestic Haoran sword way , Just like the kingly way, wherever it passes, everything surrenders, the sword will open and close, and look at it vertically and horizontally.

But what Li Weiwei practiced was the way of swordsmanship, one sword is one calamity, and one can become a god after passing through the ninefold calamity, but the swordsmanship in her hand is slightly weirder than the opponent's swordsmanship, and the killing intent is fierce, the two are still fighting Among them, just watching these two people fight is already pleasing to the eye.

The Jade-faced Vajra Resting Monk was also promoted smoothly. His cultivation base is unfathomable, and his Brahman sect cultivation base is even higher than the heavens. Tuobaye retreated one after another, unable to fight back at all, and even lost the chance to use the holy soldiers of the Dao Palace on his body.

Yuanba was holding two hammers in his hands. These two hammers were actually formed by the two hammer jade pendants that he wore around his waist all year round. Summoned the water of the underworld, trying to turn the opponent into bones, but was smashed alive by the opponent with a hammer.

In the end, he was defeated by the opponent's hammer.

Now almost all the top ten have been born, Fang Qi, Xiao Wudi, Zhou Jin, Monk An Xin, Li Sad, and Yuan Ba ​​have already made it to the top ten.

Fang Qi calmly looked at the last three arenas. Above the three arenas, Qi realized that he didn't know many people. One of the monks was holding a plantain fan and a wolf brush in his right hand, writing and drawing in the air. It was mountains and rivers falling down, thunderbolts densely covered, lightning and thunderbolts falling one after another, making it hard to guard against.

"This man's name is Qu Youran." Fang Yun came up next to him, and whispered to Fang Qi, "He is the contemporary heir of the painting sect."

Fang Qi's heart moved, he immediately looked at Fang Yun, and said in a low voice: "Painting sect? Isn't this sect rarely walks in the world? Why did it suddenly appear?"

Fang Yun nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "You are right. The other party is indeed a disciple of the Painting Sect. This sect has been reclusive all the year round and rarely appears. They were also alarmed, so they sent out their disciples."

"Although there are not many people in their painting sect, their strength has always been very strong. They are all talented and terrifying. You have to be careful."

Fang Qi nodded slightly. The opponent's way of fighting against the enemy was indeed very novel. Fang Qi looked at Naqu Youran and nodded secretly in his heart. At this moment, he heard the messenger say loudly:

"Qu Youran wins!"

Fang Qi continued to look at the other side, only to see that the two monks on the ring had come to an end, almost everyone was staring at them, Fang Qi was surprised to find that the two monks had been standing still , It seems to be a confrontation in the spiritual world.

As an ancient god tattoo master, he is the most sensitive to divine consciousness and Yang God. He clearly found that the auras of these two people are constantly rising, and their spiritual power is extremely strong, and they are only weaker than himself, the ancient god tattoo master. .

"One of these two is a disciple of Confucianism, named Meng Zeqiu, a disciple of Confucianism who walks outside, is extremely powerful, and was born only recently. The other is a disciple of the famous Illusory Demon Sect. This disciple is the most proficient in spiritual secrets, killing people. Never seen blood, once he takes a look at it, he will immediately fall into a terrible illusion, and finally his spirit will collapse, and Yang Shen will die from exhaustion."

Before he finished speaking, the Illusory Demon Sect disciple suddenly let out a scream, his breath weakened violently, and he let out a breath and passed out.

Meng Zeqiu clasped his fists slightly, and his face turned pale, obviously exhausted. He heard the voice of the messenger, and only then did he realize that he had entered the top ten.

(End of this chapter)