Empress: My senior brother is too salty

Wu Chi exploded.

His fists were clenched and pressed together fiercely.

A group of yellow light waves visible to the naked eye centered on Wu Chi and quickly enveloped the ring.

Xiao Feng who had originally disappeared from the ring.

Appearing suddenly, there are traces of tearing the air behind him.

After forcing Xiao Feng's figure out.

Wu Chi didn't rush forward.

Instead, the yellow light on his body became stronger and stronger.

A mighty illusory armor appeared on Wu Chi's body.

"what!"

Wu Chi raised his head and shouted loudly.

The muscles in the neck swelled.

The black pupils were gradually replaced by golden yellow.

The armor on his body suddenly shattered and turned into golden light, floating in the air, covering the ring.

Wu Chi's aura at this time is completely different from before.

His whole body was filled with a domineering aura.

The whole person seems to have turned into a mountain, standing in the arena.

Xiao Feng looked at the golden light all over the sky and felt the heavy body.

He knew that the speed he was proud of was broken by Wu Chi.

Now that the speed is suppressed, the entire arena has become Wu Chi's home field again.

Plus the gap of five small realms.

His chances of winning are close to zero.

But Xiao Feng is also the proud son of heaven.

Although it is not as good as Daotong and Mu Ningzhi.

But as a genius, he also has his own pride.

He can't lose this battle, especially when the opponent is Wu Chi, his former defeated opponent.

Xiao Feng sullenly tried his best to slow down his breathing.

The movement of spiritual energy in the body also became very slow.

Xiao Feng completely emptied himself.

Carefully feel the changes in the arena, and adapt to it as quickly as possible.

But when the sound of breaking the air came from the ear.

Xiao Feng only got used to it [-]% of the time.

Far from being able to return to ease.

Xiao Feng opened his eyes and looked at Wu Chi who was rushing expressionlessly.

The bloodshot eyes spread rapidly.

Just when Wu Chi's fist was close to the tip of his nose again.

The aura in Xiao Feng's body exploded instantly.

A pair of transparent illusory wings appeared behind him.

With a light wave of his wings, Xiao Feng's figure suddenly retreated.

Dodged Wu Chi's fist again.

Although he escaped again and again.

But this outbreak made Xiao Feng himself uncomfortable.

There was a trace of blood running from the corner of his mouth.

His complexion also became a little sallow.

But the expression on his face was quite happy.

After avoiding Wu Chi's fist, it's up to him to make a move next.

Xiao Feng took out two sharp thorns from his back.

The sharp thorn was like a bee needle enlarged hundreds of times, and the tip of the needle exuded a little cold light.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Feng bent his legs, and the illusory wings on his back fluttered lightly again.

He turned into a ghost, and under the shroud of golden light all over the sky, his speed was still far faster than that of fellow monks.

Facing the menacing Xiao Feng.

Wu Chi had a contemptuous expression on his face.

He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.

Suddenly, Wu Chi's aura became more domineering.

A group of golden flames sprang out from under the feet, burning blazingly.

His hair danced wildly behind him, and some golden flames stained his hair, adding a bit of strangeness to Wu Chi.

Wu Chi raised his fist indifferently, and Jin Yan also appeared on his fist.

He put on a punching posture, facing the rushing Xiao Feng, facing the sharp thorn exuding cold light, and swung it out forcefully.

puff!
A weak and inaudible penetrating sound sounded.

Then there was a deafening explosion.

Taking Wu Chi's fist as the origin, the fan-shaped impact of golden flames instantly engulfed Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng wailed, his body flew upside down involuntarily, and fell out of the ring with the impact.

Wu Chi wins!
But Wu Chi was not unscathed.

Stabs pierced his fist and shoulder.

Scarlet blood flowed down and dripped onto the ring, splashing bloody flowers.

"call!"

Wu Chi let out a long breath.

With a calm face, he pulled out the sharp thorns on his fist and shoulder, and threw them to Xiao Feng who was under the ring.

"Ten years have passed, and you have grown so much? It really disappoints me."

Wu Chi shook his head lightly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

But more is the joy of defeating the opponent.

He lost to Xiao Feng ten years ago and lost his dignity.

Ten years later, with the help of Zongmen.

He regained the lost dignity, and he was still so straightforward.

Very popular!

At this time, Wu Chi raised his eyebrows and looked at the audience around him.

The audience was silent, and no one cheered for him as the winner?
But after carefully seeing their shocked expressions.

Wu Chi enjoyed it instead.

This kind of being shocked to silence is the recognition of him.

"Clap clap clap!"

The first to react were the disciples of the Promise Sect.

Seeing his elder brother, he had completely exploded the Holy Land Tianjiao.

They couldn't be happier.

Someone started, and there was thunderous applause.

A satisfied smile appeared on Wu Chi's face.

The audience just thought the contest was exciting.

But in the eyes of the contestants, they showed solemn expressions.

Many Holy Land disciples all looked worried.

Wu Chi is too powerful!

Xiao Feng is also considered to be at the middle level among the Tianjiao of the Holy Land.

With that frightening speed, facing the general Lihun sixth level, it can't be said that it can be crushed, but it can also remain invincible.

Such a person actually lost to Wu Chi?

And still completely crushed?
How many are somewhat unbelievable.

Dao Tong glanced at Wu Chi, got up and walked to the ring.

Picking up the sharp thorn on the ground, he went to Xiao Feng and squatted down.

Xiao Feng's face was ashen: "Holy Son, I lost."

"If you lose, you lose. It's no big deal. Just practice hard in the future."

Dao Tong smiled slightly, put the sharp thorn in Xiao Feng's arms, then helped him up, and returned to the position of the League of Ten Thousand Immortals.

After feeding Xiao Feng the elixir, Dao Tong casually glanced at Xuan Xin.

Similarly, Xuan Xin was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other, and they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Wu Chi is a great enemy!

Behind the knife boy sat a woman in black.

The woman covered her face with a black veil, her high ponytail hanging behind her.

There are two short knives hanging around his waist, the blades are radiant and colorful, and their appearance is extraordinary.

"Brother, there is something wrong with this martial idiot."

Mu Ningzhi looked at Wu Chi's leaving back thoughtfully.

Dao Tong returned to his smiling face and asked, "What did Junior Sister Mu see?"

"His aura seems heavy, but it lacks a bit of agility. It should be forcibly piled up by pills."

Mu Ningzhi is a wood spirit body, good at pills.

She knows better than anyone whether the opponent has taken drugs.

Dao Tong heard this and said with a smile: "Who can practice without using medicine and stones as a supplement, eating pills to break through the realm is common, and junior sisters don't need to make a big fuss."

Mu Ningzhi shook her head lightly: "What if the medicine Wu Chi took allowed him to cross many realms."

"You mean that Wu Chi broke through to the sixth level of Lihun, and it's all due to the effect of the medicine stone?" Daotong's eyes showed surprise.

Mu Ningzhi nodded slightly: "Wu Chi and Senior Brother Xiao have similar aptitude, similar cultivation, and similar age. Moreover, Senior Brother Xiao has countless precious resources provided by the alliance, so it is impossible for Wu Chi to surpass him in practice, so the only way is Yaoshi. "

Dao Tong was startled for a moment, then smiled.

"It doesn't matter anymore. No matter what, Dao Tong's strength should not be underestimated. If you encounter him again, you can directly admit defeat if you lose to avoid unnecessary damage."

"I want to try it!"

Mu Ningzhi said very seriously.

Dao Tong glanced at her in surprise, then smiled.

"as long as you are happy."

The location of everyone in Moon Cold Palace.

Leng Qingxuan has always maintained that indifferent posture of being as quiet as a virgin.

The same is true for Huadaotian around him.

Both of them learned from Fairy Lingbo. Although they are not as cold as Fairy Lingbo, they still have the state of mind that they will not be surprised by anything.

Seeing a strong Wu Chi.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other.

"Senior sister, what are your chances of winning against this martial idiot?"

Hua Daotian was wearing a mask, and it could be heard from his words that he was very curious.

Leng Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Sixty percent, if you use that style, ten percent."

"I only have [-]%." Hua Daotian smiled bitterly: "Wu Chi's one-style Overlord Unarmor is quite domineering, but he has not mastered it well. If he masters Overlord Unarmor completely, I will definitely lose."

"This technique has never been seen or heard before, so it should not be owned by the Wuji Sect." Leng Qingxuan analyzed it rationally: "The grade of Bawang's armor removal is not low, and there may be a heavenly grade. I don't know where it came from. Get along."

"The Wuji sect has been established for 800 years, and there have been three Taoist palaces and more than [-] pure lands. If the overlord's armor can appear hundreds of years earlier, this number may double."

Hua Daotian tilted his body, trying to find the handrail, but when he noticed Leng Qingxuan's gaze, he obediently sat up straight again.

He continued: "Recently, the Promise Sect has been viewed very strictly by us, and we hardly have time to find the secret realm. Presumably, we have found a backer stronger than the Ten Thousand Immortals League."

"Silence!"

Leng Qingxuan glanced at him.

Hua Daotian immediately shut up.

In Dagan, he has a stronger backer than the Ten Thousand Immortals League.

Who else but imperial power?
Hua Daotian almost said the name of Emperor Qian.

"Be cautious in your words and deeds when you go out." Leng Qingxuan taught with earnestness.

Hua Daotian nodded, but did not speak.

Leng Qingxuan continued: "Also, when you go out, you should pay attention to your manners, don't learn from others, and lose the face of Yuehan Palace."

"understood."

Hua Daotian said weakly.

As he spoke, he glanced at Gu Qiyi who was in a lazy posture.

"It's better to be a small sect, there are not so many rules."

Hua Daotian's voice was very small, but Leng Qingxuan heard it clearly.

Leng Qingxuan also looked at Gu Qiyi, and said lightly: "Only the strong can make the rules. If you have the ultimate strength, no one will say anything about you."

"That's right." Hua Daotian deeply agreed.

The same speculation also appeared in Daomen and Lingyun Pavilion.

However, the information is different, and the conclusions drawn are similar.

But the Promise Sect found a new backer.

It was still excavated by the Holy Land.

There is no way, the Promise Sect is looked down upon by the Holy Land.

It is thoroughly analyzed from top to bottom.

The variable Wu Chi suddenly appeared.

It's easy to think of so many.

And Wu Chi is still complacent about his victory.

But he didn't expect that the Wuji Sect would be blacklisted by the Four Sacred Grounds because of himself.

Lu Ping looked at the small movements below, expressionless.

Anyone who is smart can guess.

It can be guessed from the frontal toughness of the Wuji sect alone.

Still need the exposure of Wu Chi?

These Holy Sons still need a lot of training!
Lu Ping glanced at Gu Qiyi and found that he was still sleeping.

Shaking his head secretly.

Immediately branded Gu Qiyi as brainless.