Empress: My senior brother is too salty

"what's the plan?"

Gu Qiyi tilted his head to look over and asked in confusion.

Yan Luo pointed to the ring: "The fishing plan you mentioned."

She heard the word fishing from Gu Qiyi more than once.

But she was still puzzled.

It was only after sorting out the situation in the imperial city just now that I realized it.

The senior brother knows more than she does, and the information in his hands is more detailed. It is impossible not to see that Tianjiao's martial arts competition is a game against them.

Then there is only one reason.

Brother is treating the imperial city as a fish pond.

As for who the fish is, it is likely to be the driving force behind this matter.

Qianhuang!

Brother wants to assassinate the king?
Yan Luo vaguely guessed a certain possibility.

"Talk about that." Gu Qiyi snorted, "You'll know in the future, but you can't say it now."

He prepared this fishing plan for half a year.

Just to verify a guess.

He hides behind the scenes and directs others to accomplish one thing.

Is it possible to get the progress of lying down?

Last time, Moon Cold Palace intervened in Yuan Yizong's predicament.

He was inspired by it and had such an idea.

If the method is feasible, then there is no need to worry about the progress of lying down in the future.

"Senior brother hides so deeply, I am getting more and more curious."

Yan Luo spoke softly, her words were drowned out by the cheers of the audience.

Only she and Gu Qiyi could hear it.

At this time, the competition in the arena was over.

Another group was eliminated, and this was the last group of Buxu Realm.

The next thing is the game of leaving the soul.

Among the contestants present, there are very few people who have stepped into the soul-leaving state.

Basically, they are the core disciples of the Holy Land.

Therefore, the battle of Li Soul Realm is also a competition between the Holy Lands.

Of course, not all sects with disciples who stepped into the Soul-Leaving Realm in less than fifty are holy places.

For example, the strongest first-class sect, the little saint son of the Wuji sect.

Senior Brother of Shuangliu Sect.

The big sister of the Illusory Enchantment Sect.

And Yuan Yizong Yan Luo.

There are only four people who are not inferior to the geniuses of the Holy Land.

As for the Holy Land, the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, there are seven people in total, plus some talented disciples who are second only to the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, there are more than 20 people.

That's not even counting Buddhism.

Buddhism suffered heavy losses, and all high-end combat power died.

But there are still some monks who are in the soul-leaving state to maintain it.

Among them, the Buddha is naturally inside.

With the background of Buddhism, there will only be more disciples who step into the soul-leaving state before the age of 50 than other holy places, and there will be no fewer than them.

Such a comparison, holy land and first-class.

Who is strong or weak is clear at a glance.

Fighting for the background, first-class sects will never be able to match.

[-]% of the geniuses have entered the Holy Land.

Thirty percent choose to go out and become an official.

The remaining [-]% is the best in the world.

Wuji Sect wants to squeeze out Buddhism and become the new holy land.

In the eyes of many people, it is a joke.

In fact, they themselves know it.

But the strongest and first-class names are all on their heads, and there is still a rare opportunity in a thousand years when Buddhism is hit hard.

They must hold on.

Otherwise, the end will only be eaten by the Holy Land.

And this Tianjiao will be their only hope.

All the disciples of the Wuji Sect sat upright.

As the referee's voice fell.

Wu Chi, the little holy son of the Promise Sect, stood up calmly.

With a small number of people in the Soul-Leaving Realm, there is no need for a two-person confrontation.

And as the person who started the soul-departing battle, Wu Chi had earned enough attention from the audience.

As soon as he came on stage, he pointed to the Taoist Xuanxin with his finger.

"See you in the final!"

Before it even started, Wu Chi had already put himself on the same level as Xuan Xin.

He didn't pay attention to other people at all.

Just like his name, he is crazy about martial arts, and crazy about being strong.

This is an announcement to everyone.

Except for Xuan Xin, he didn't put anyone in his eyes.

This action easily aroused the arrogance in the hearts of these Tianjiao.

They all stepped into Lihun before they were 50 years old.

All of them are the pride of heaven.

When did you experience such disregard?

What's more, the person who ignored them was a martial idiot of the Wuji Sect.

How dare a first-class sect be so crazy?

Wu Chi's opponent is from the League of Ten Thousand Immortals.

The Promise Sect rose with the help of the Ten Thousand Immortals League.

The two cases belong to the relationship between elder brother and younger brother.

The disciples of both sides will occasionally communicate with each other.

As a contemporary senior brother of the Wuji Sect, he has naturally communicated with the Ten Thousand Immortals League a lot.

So the two knew each other.

It's just a rare chance to fight.

Xiao Feng, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, walked onto the ring slowly.

He looked at Wu Chi blankly.

Wu Chi's remarks just now also inspired the arrogance in his heart.

If I can't beat the Son, I can't beat you?

"Junior Brother Wu's character is still as arrogant as ever, I don't know if you have the capital to support this arrogance."

"Xiao Feng, I didn't expect to meet you in the first match." Wu Chi tilted his head and said with a half-hearted smile, "The last time we fought was ten years ago."

"Really?" Xiao Feng plucked his ears, wondering, "Sorry, I can't remember clearly, who would remember the loser."

Wu Chi's eyelids drooped.

A coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Ten years in Hedong, ten years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty."

Wu Chi grinned: "I lost to you ten years ago, today, I want to win back!"

"Don't talk about ten years, even if it takes a hundred years, the result is still one... what?"

Before Xiao Feng finished speaking, he was dumbfounded.

But he saw the Wu Chi on the opposite side fully fired, and his own breath swept the entire martial arts arena.

The sixth level of Soul-Living Realm is like the scorching sun, stinging Xiao Feng's eyes.

"how is this possible?"

Xiao Feng couldn't believe it.

The last time the two played against each other was ten years ago.

He is the Eighth Layer of the Divine Sea, and Wu Chi is the Seventh Layer of the Divine Sea.

As a result, Wu Chi was naturally defeated by him.

Ten years have passed, and both of them have crossed the gap and stepped into the soul-departing state.

Xiao Feng has already gained a firm foothold in the first level of Lihun, and even plans to attack the second level of Lihun after a while.

But in ten years, how did Wu Chi step into the sixth level of Lihun?

He remembered that their qualifications were about the same.

Wu Chi is only a few months younger than him.

Why is there such a big gap in cultivation between them?
"You are the core disciple of the Holy Land, and you have inexhaustible resources for cultivation." Wu Chi raised his chin: "And I, Wuji Sect, are not bad either."

As he said that, Wu Chi showed a crazy smile: "Today, I will first trample all of you, the arrogance of the Holy Land, to prove that I, the Promise Sect, are the strongest!"

After saying that, Wu Chi took the lead.

His figure flickered and disappeared instantly.

Afterimages appeared in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the afterimages appeared in front of Xiao Feng.

Wu Chi's five fingers were drawn together, and a strong aura flowed from his fist.

Feeling a strong sense of oppression, Xiao Feng's face changed drastically, and he almost lost his sense of proportion in the panic, but fortunately he reacted quickly and adjusted his state.

Xiao Feng leaned back extremely quickly, watching the oppressive fist brush past his nose, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

If he was hit by this fist, wouldn't his head be blown out on the spot?
Fortunately, Xiao Feng's characteristic is speed.

As long as his speed is faster than Wu Chi.

Even if there is a gap of five small realms, there is hope of victory.

A breeze lingered around Xiao Feng's body.

Her figure disappeared into the arena like a phantom.

Wu Chi stood where Xiao Feng disappeared, with a gloomy expression.

"This trick again? Ten years ago you could only hide, and ten years later it's still the same. You really haven't changed at all."

"Do you really think I'm still the same as I was ten years ago?"

"The same trick, if you use it again, do you think I will be unprepared?"

"Today, I will let you lose completely!"

"The overlord removes his armor!"