The most powerful villain in the heavens

In the evening, after Ping Yu slowly recovered from his injuries, he came over and apologized to Yu Wentian: "Holy Son, blame me for being useless, I can't even beat the fifth inner disciple of the Sifang Sect."

He Xiangwen, Bai Ling'er and the others also heard about this and came to Yu Wentian's resting room.

"It shouldn't be logical. Could it be that people from the Sifang Sect are really so powerful?" He Xiangwen was very puzzled, with disbelief in his words.

After all, the two sects of Sifang Sect and Cangtian Sect are not stronger on the surface, so it is impossible for such a big gap to exist, even though this is only a contest between inner disciples.

Bai Ling'er said in a light voice: "Anyway, I don't believe that Wei Li is just the fifth existence of the Sifang Sect. In this case, there is no need for a contest between inner disciples, and our Cangtian Sect will definitely lose."

Yu Wentian glanced at the few people indifferently, and said indifferently: "I don't pay much attention to the contest between the inner disciples, no matter whether Wei Li is the fifth or the first among the inner disciples of the Sifang Sect, I don't care at all."

As soon as this remark came out, the others looked at Yu Wentian in a daze. They did not forget that Yu Wentian told them before leaving the sect that he came to participate in the exchange meeting of the four sects this time to win glory for the Cangtian Sect and let the Cangtian Sect Has a stronger right to speak in the fantasy sea world.

Sensing the slightly shocked gazes of several people, Yu Wentian smiled faintly: "Actually, not only do I not care about the contest between inner disciples, but also the contest between true disciples, as long as I give all the disciples of other sects Get down, and everything will be gone.”

"So you don't have to have any pressure, just leave everything to me." Yu Wentian's faint voice contained infinite domineering.

"Eh..." Yu Wentian's words made everyone swallow what they wanted to say, and they were speechless for a while.

Ping Yu only thought that Yu Wentian was giving himself a step down, not only felt more ashamed, but also felt grateful to Yu Wentian.

Three days later, the exchange meeting of the four top sects in the Illusory Sea Realm was held in the red pavilion in Dongfang City as scheduled.

Zhanhumen arrived a day ago. Zhanfeng, the son of Zhanhumen, is tall and burly, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. There is an extraordinary spirit between his brows, giving people a clean and neat feeling.

Dongfang City, Red Pavilion.

Warriors from major cities in the Illusory Sea Realm knew that the Red Pavilion would hold the exchange meeting of the four top sects in the Illusory Sea Realm once every three years, and they rushed to witness this rare event.

At this moment, thousands of people have gathered in the Red Pavilion in Dongfang City, most of them are warriors from major cities in the fantasy sea world, and Dongfang City has the largest number of warriors.

"The exchange meeting of Ziyun Sect, Sifang Sect, Cangtian Sect, and Zhanhumen Sect this time is essentially a contest between the younger generation. This is a good show." and showed great interest.

"Of course we know this. These four major sects are the four strongest forces in our Illusory Sea Realm. I want to see how powerful the best of their younger generation are."

"Actually, what I want to see most is which sect's Holy Son is stronger."

Almost all warriors from major cities in the fantasy sea world who came to the Red Pavilion showed great interest in this exchange meeting of the four sects.

People from Sifang Sect, Cangtian Sect, Ziyun Sect, and Zhanhumen also came to the Red Hall one after another, and the four holy sons gathered together.

Their four holy sons are naturally the supreme leaders of the four exchanges.

At a square table, four people sat one in the southeast, one in the north, and one in the north. The corresponding true disciples stood behind them.

Fang Shen, the holy son of the Sifang Sect, glanced at everyone and said: "We will still follow the usual rules in this exchange meeting. The inner disciples will first compete in martial arts, then the true disciples will compete, and finally there will be a competition between our four holy sons." Contest."

Zhan Feng, the holy son of Zhanhumen, said in a deep voice: "Since it's all the old rules, there's nothing else to say, just follow these rules."

Zilong of Ziyunzong naturally had no objection, just looked at everyone with a smile.

Yu Wentian said lightly: "Let's get started, I don't have so much time to waste time here with you."

"You, Yu Wentian, are you saying that we are wasting time?" Fang Shen's tone was not kind. For some reason, he just looked at Yu Wentian's indifferent face rather displeased.

Glancing at Fang Shen coldly, Yu Wentian said coldly, "That's right."

"Hmph! Very good, I want to see how much water you, the holy son of heaven, have in a moment." Fang Shen said coldly.

"It's up to you, as long as you have the ability." In Yu Wentian's eyes, Fang Shen was already a dead person.

Zhan Feng and Zi Long felt the strong smell of gunpowder between Fang Shen and Yu Wentian, and they both secretly smiled.The harder they fought, the happier they felt.

Yu Wentian had no interest in watching the competition between the inner disciples and the true disciples, even if their Cangtian Sect lost in a mess, he didn't care, anyway, he just wanted to kill the saint sons of the other three sects and kill the 5000 villains. It is worth getting it, after all, so many villains are worth Yu Wentian, but Yu Wentian is very greedy.

Rumble!

Crackling!

The sound of fighting on the competition stage in the red hall was endless, and there was a sound of applause and exclamation in the red hall.

"Bang!" The tenth inner sect disciple of Cangtian Sect was beaten until he vomited blood and flew backwards.

"Haha! The inner disciples of the Cangtian Sect are indeed rubbish!" the inner disciples of the Sifang Sect shouted arrogantly.

"Sure enough, the strength of the Sifang Sect is still strong. The Cangtian Sect doesn't talk about the older generation, but the younger generation is not good anyway." Someone said.

"Don't worry, this is just a contest between inner disciples, and there are also true disciples. I think the true disciples of Cangtian Sect should not be that bad."

"Well, just wait and see."

An inner disciple of the Cangtian Sect came to Yu Wentian cautiously, and said in a low voice with shame on his face: "Holy Son, we have shamed the Cangtian Sect."

"Yeah." Yu Wentian hummed lightly, the expression on his face was still extremely flat, without any change at all.

Bai Ling'er at the side said softly: "Holy Son, don't be angry, if you want to swear, just start swearing, it's so uncomfortable to hold back."

"Yes, Holy Son, please scold us, so that we can feel better." The inner disciple said with great shame.

"Don't talk, just watch the exchange meeting quietly." Yu Wentian waved his hand indifferently.

Anyway, in his heart, it doesn't matter how rubbish the Cangtian Sect's disciples are, as long as there is him, he alone is enough to support a sect.

"Among the four major sects, the Cangtian Sect is weaker, the Sifang Sect is stronger, and Zhan Humen and Ziyun Sect are comparable in strength." The warriors in the Red Hall discussed.

"He Xiangwen, I heard that you are not bad among the true disciples of Cangtian Sect, so let me measure your level." Hu Shan, the true disciple of Zhan Humen, said in a thick and thick voice, his words were full of arrogance.

Bang Chi!

Hushan is like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain. With a gust of wind, its vitality circulates at an extremely high speed. With a huge ax in hand, it looks like it is splitting a mountain, and it slashes towards He Xiangwen fiercely with its head. Prestige, the aura of the peak of the Ninth Heavenly Layer shocked the audience.

He Xiangwen's cultivation was low, and he had just entered the Ninth Layer of Innate Heaven. He was shocked by the tyrannical aura of Humen Hushan, and after a moment of stunned, he quickly raised his siblings' swords to resist.

Accompanied by the sound of sharp metal clashes, He Xiangwen's arms were numb from the shock, and he took several steps back before he stood still. He watched in horror as Hushan, who was big and thick, was bombarding him violently again.

The shadow of the ax all over the sky blocked He Xiangwen's escape route with overwhelming momentum, which was extremely terrifying.

He Xiangwen resisted desperately, and finally Hushan's ax bent his Qingguang sword, and his chest was sunken.

"Haha! The Cangtian sect not only sucks the inner disciples, but even the true disciples are so rubbish. The true disciples are the third. I am fighting Humen but I don't even have the fifth true disciple." Hu Shan laughed arrogantly: "As expected, the Cangtian sect They're all a bunch of scum."

Spitting out in disdain, Hu Shan didn't kill He Xiangwen, but walked back triumphantly with a big ax on his back.

Bai Ling'er cast her eyes on Yang Dingtian: "You are the only one left among our true disciples, you must not lose again, otherwise our Cangtian Sect will really become the worst."

There was also a look of worry on Bai Ling'er's pretty snow-white face.

Yang Dingtian asked himself that his strength was not bad, as long as he didn't meet any warriors in the Purple Mansion, it shouldn't be a problem, so he promised firmly: "Don't worry, I will definitely be ashamed."