Fellow Taoist: Do you have any spiritual stones on you?

"Dugu Ao, don't take it lightly, be prepared to fight at any time!" Ouyang Qi frowned and spoke in a low voice.

Dugu Ao nodded, but A Fei beside him muttered: "This thirteenth brother is so strong, he is on par with me in the same realm."

As soon as these words came out, Zong Shixuan and others rolled their eyes, while Ouyang Qi became even more worried. According to his many years of experience in teaching students, under normal circumstances, those who say the most arrogant words will most likely get the most severe beatings.

The young man named Thirteen in the ring looks strong on the surface, but who knows what the real result of the battle will be.

Fighting is not simply a competition of realms, it is an all-round competition of combat experience, temperament, and will.

Obviously, this thirteenth brother has made the mistake of being arrogant and destined to be defeated. I hope the result will be good.

"Come on, Brother Thirteen, show off the momentum of our great Chu!"

Wu Qi was waiting for the audience, and Gulu swallowed a few times. He was extremely nervous, fearing that the thirteenth brother would be killed instantly if he went up.

Except for Monk Wu De, no one on the Da Chu side thought that he could really fight thirteen games in a row. As long as he was not defeated in seconds and walked out of the ring alive, it was in line with their psychological expectations.

After all, in the past three battles between geniuses, the Da Chu side had taken the lead and had never walked out of the ring alive.

"Miss Yi, beat this arrogant pretty girl to death!"

"Broken his handsome face, torn his mouth, so that he can no longer be arrogant!"

"Great Chu Tianjiao, bah, come and die!"

"..."

As the winning side of Dawei, the audience was in high spirits. While shouting, they were also predicting how many breaths the Thirteenth Brother could last under the erosion of Yi Jianghua's venom.

The Thirteenth Young Master on the stage had an expressionless face and his breathing was rhythmic.

In fact, even if Gu Feng didn't give the order, he would take the initiative to invite Ying to participate in the Tianjiao battle. He was not a Da Chu monk, and he had no awareness of fighting for the honor of Da Chu.

It was just because I had endured too much depression when I was with Gu Feng during this period of time.

He was originally a person with a cheerful personality. In the first twenty years of his life, under the protection of his sister and his extraordinary talents, he enjoyed a superior status in the East China Sea Dragon Clan, which could be described as smooth sailing.

Overnight, he encountered a drastic change in his life, all his relatives died, and his sister was controlled by others. He felt aggrieved and resentful, and urgently needed to vent the murderous intention suppressed in his heart.

As scenes from the past emerged, his calm eyes gradually turned scarlet, and his aura surged like an undercurrent.

"Little brother——, do you want to come to my Wei Dynasty? My sister loves you!" Yi Jianghua practiced poisonous skills in a crooked way. Her whole body was covered with poisonous sores and she looked particularly terrifying. Her charming eyes made people feel chilling and even chilling. Vomit.

"Come here, sister, I will make you happy day and night!"

Because of her appearance, she has a perverted and twisted psychology. She likes male sex and takes pleasure in coercion.

"Sister~~~~"

Yi Jianghua twisted her waist and kept calling her sister one after another. Little did she know that the word "sister" held a sacred position in the Thirteenth Young Master's heart.

"I don't know what is good or bad. Since my little brother doesn't want to fall into my sister's arms, then..." Seeing that the Thirteenth Young Master was indifferent, Yi Jianghua's eyes turned cold and she started to use her skills. Along with the stench of venom, the poison evaporated from her whole body. The pores erupted and flowed on the ring, making a sizzling sound.

"To shut up!!!"

The Thirteenth Young Master's eyes were red and he stepped forward.

Every step he took was as steady as a mountain. Strange rays of light appeared under his feet, carving out a pure land in the flowing venom.

There were also terrifying fluctuations flashing across his body, and the spiritual radiance emitted actually purified the black aura in the air.

"You insulted the name of sister! Die!"

The Thirteenth Young Master had a low voice, and with murderous intent, he burst out of his body and bombarded the formations around the arena, making a clicking sound.

As soon as the expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not, and the geniuses of the two countries are shocked!

This is a great hero!

When the word 'death' fell, the arena shook slightly, and a large amount of spiritual power was drained away, gathering into a giant palm that held up the sky!

boom--

With the huge pressure, the giant palm fell on the head of Yi Jianghua, and the shadow of death shrouded the latter. The latter was frightened and stood there with dull eyes, motionless.

Under the horrified eyes of millions of monks, this famous genius of the Wei Dynasty was beaten into a pulp without even making any corresponding resistance.

A flash of flames flashed, and the lump of flesh and flowing venom dissipated in an instant.

The arena returned to clarity, and everyone could only see the straight figure, and could no longer see any trace of Yi Jianghua.

The whole place was silent, and even the whistling northwest wind stopped whistling.

"Win... win!!!" Ouyang Qi was stunned for a moment and murmured.

"Hahaha, I really won. Brother Thirteen killed Yi Jianghua instantly with one move!"

"Oh my God, Dachu finally won and came out on top for the first time!"

"..."

The big Chu party cheered loudly, and everyone was like crazy, asking about the origin of the thirteenth brother.

"You damn bald donkey, where did you find such a ruthless person?!" Zong Shixuan lost his composure and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"So strong, so fierce, so domineering!" Wu Sheng, who had always been taciturn, uncharacteristically said three words in succession.

"Awesome, really awesome, I'm not as good as me." Dugu Ao chuckled and shook his head, bowing down to the Thirteenth Brother.

"..."

The proud disciples of Da Chu surrounded Monk Wude and asked about the identity of the Thirteenth Young Master. The latter smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know the details. In short, he was willing to come over to fight in the ring after receiving an order..."

Enslaving the Dragon Clan is a matter of great importance. No matter how unreliable the unscrupulous monk is, he still understands the power of it, so of course he will not confess it to everyone.

Order! ! !

These two words made Zong Shixuan and others' hearts shrink suddenly, and their souls couldn't help but tremble. They were not fools. The Wude monk used the word "order", which meant that there was something more behind the Thirteenth Brother. A stronger, more noble being.

Ouyang Qi and other high-level university officials looked at each other in confusion. They were not overly optimistic. For such a person to help Da Chu, good or bad fortunes were unpredictable.

"Deputy Palace Master Ouyang, don't worry, the people behind Thirteenth Brother will not harm Dachu!" Monk Wude was quick-thinking and instantly saw the worries of Ouyang Qi and others, and hinted to them that there was no need to worry.

"Well, please give me an introduction then so that I can thank you in person." Ouyang Qi nodded and said in a deep voice. The person behind Brother Thirteen has helped Da Chu such a big favor and must express his gratitude in person.

"As expected, he will be back soon after finishing the household chores!" Monk Wude murmured.

Everyone turned their attention to the ring again. The Thirteenth Young Master who had killed Wei Tianjiao looked like a normal person. There was no cheering, no joy, and even his expression did not change.

He just lowered his head and stood quietly in the ring, waiting for the arrival of the next genius.

Dawei's momentum was low, and the geniuses' eyes flickered. From time to time, they looked at the Thirteenth Young Master on the stage to assess the opponent's combat power.

After a long time, a genius slowly walked onto the stage. As soon as he came on stage, his momentum exploded, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

The Thirteenth Young Master across from him raised his eyes slightly without much expression. He stared straight at the great Wei Tianjiao and licked his bloodthirsty lips.

"the second!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swooped out, as fast as teleporting.

For many years, he had been shrouded in Long Xun'er's light, ignoring the fact that he was also the genius of the Dragon Clan. Now, facing the genius of the Wei Dynasty, he showed his sharpness.

The fierce battle begins!

The fierce battle is over!

Fast, too fast. The whole process took less than three breaths. The two sides looked like they were fighting each other. The great Wei Tianjiao was bleeding from all his holes, his Dantian was shattered, his pupils were gray, and he fell to the ground suddenly.

this, this-

Too strong!

The Wei side has gone crazy, and even Ouyang Qi, who has always been steady, waved his fists and vented the frustration in his heart over the past few years.

"Who is the person behind Thirteenth Brother? How could he command such an unparalleled talent?"

"It's unbelievable. Brother Thirteen's combat power is not weaker than that of any eighth-level Ninghai cultivator."

"In terms of leapfrogging challenges, I'm afraid only the late Gu Feng can rival him, and we are slightly behind."

"..." Zong Shixuan and others were convinced. They were at the same level as the Thirteenth Brother, but their combat power was at least one level lower. What they couldn't figure out was how could such a peerless hero be willing to be manipulated by others. .

Who dares to drive such a genius without fear of backlash in the future?

A long time has passed, and the Wei side has not sent out Tianjiao.

It's not that there aren't stronger beings, but it's not the time yet. This time the two geniuses are fighting, and the Wei side is tasked with crushing the will of the Dachu monks.

I thought it would be as easy as drinking water and eating, but I never expected that I would encounter a ruthless character at the beginning.

"I didn't expect that besides Zong Shixuan and others, there would be such talented people in Da Chu..."

"We underestimated the difficulty of this battle between geniuses. Everyone, please get serious."

"..."

The leading talents of the Wei Dynasty looked heavy, but they were not overly worried. They firmly believed that the final winner must belong to them.

"What are you talking about? I said I would only fight thirteen games. Let's play the next eleven trash guys together!"

Killing his opponent with three or two moves could not let Thirteen vent his frustration, so he wanted to fight wildly.

wow——

As soon as this statement came out, the entire audience was in an uproar, and millions of viewers were extremely shocked.

"Thirteenth little brother, no!" Ouyang Qi yelled, trying to stop the Thirteenth Young Master's wanton behavior.

However, the latter ignored him and didn't even turn his head. He just looked at Wei with a look of disdain.

"Haha, since Brother Thirteen is so confident, then I, the Great Wei, will be disrespectful!"

A great Wei Tianjiao laughed ferociously. He wanted to beat him to eleven, which was the same as seeking death. After defeating him, Zong Shixuan and others were not afraid.

Eleven figures floated onto the ring, surrounding the Thirteenth Young Master.

At this time, the Thirteenth Young Master finally showed some expression.

"That would be interesting--"

After that, attack!

Twelve figures fought fiercely together, and with just one wave of attacks, blood spurted out.

The Thirteenth Young Master, who looked calm just a moment ago, suddenly roared loudly, his hair was evenly stranded, and circles of light spread out all over his body.

The shouts shook the sky, and the Thirteenth Young Master activated his spiritual power and knocked back several geniuses with one punch, and the aura of invincibility escaped.

Every blow shattered the sky and destroyed the earth, and the formation runes on the arena flickered darkly and brightly, as if they would be completely extinguished the next moment.

This is really amazing. The Thirteenth Young Master was able to suppress the opponent in a battle with other heroes.

It shocked everyone's attention, and each of the audience's mouths opened slightly, and their pupils shrank to the size of green beans.

The battle is fierce and short-lived, and life and death can be determined in the blink of an eye.

The Thirteenth Young Master, covered in blood, crushed the last of his heads and walked slowly down the ring.

Duan Yansheng and others looked in awe and subconsciously moved out of the way.

Millions of monks paid attention to him.

"It's too fast, I can't wait for him to come!" Monk Wude said with a look of complaint.

"I'm only responsible for playing thirteen games, he didn't ask me to fight one by one!" The Thirteenth Young Master said coldly.

Ouyang Qi and others were still in a state of confusion, unable to believe what had just happened.

The world is unpredictable and changes too fast. One moment, you are still struggling with who to send to fight, and the next moment, Wei has lost thirteen geniuses.

This was an unprecedented victory. Just a cup of tea was better than the results of the previous three Tianjiao Wars.

At this moment, Ouyang Qi wanted to ask the Thirteenth Young Master what treasure he wanted, and Da Chu would definitely satisfy it.

However, this sentence was not uttered after all, because it was an insult to a talented person. How could such a person be defiled with treasure?

"Quick, quick, quick, report the results of the battle here to Palace Master Chu, and also report a copy to His Majesty the Great Chu!" An elder from the college student's palace shouted excitedly.

The audience around them realized what was going on and cheered passionately.

"call out--"

However, this cheer did not last long before it was suppressed by a figure.

The unparalleled genius of Dachu will finally appear with one sword!

He was like a peerless sword, standing on the stage, and the invisible sword energy surged like a flood, bombarding everyone's minds.

Done!

Who can face this young swordsman from Chu!

Everyone subconsciously looked at the Thirteenth Young Master, but unfortunately he had already stepped down from the ring and could no longer participate in the battle.

The appearance of this person made Ouyang Qi frown, and his eyes glanced around, passing over the faces of Zong Shixuan and others, and finally gave up.

It seems that no matter who goes on, there is only one result, and that is death.

"This man attacks Wushuang, but he can't draw a few swords. Who is willing to go up and consume him to death!" Ouyang Qi's voice was low. People like Song Zhong can only kill him by force, and defeating him is impossible.

"Wude monk, how about you go?"

"Uh--, wait a minute, wait for half a stick of incense, if there is no suitable person, come on, little monk!"

Song Zhong is a tough guy, and the ungrateful monk has no chance of winning. He is waiting for Gu Feng to arrive.

As time passed, Song Zhong's eyes closed on the ring, and the terrifying sword energy on his body became more and more powerful, creating criss-crossing sword marks on the ring.

Just as the half-burning incense time was about to expire, the Wude monk was about to enter the ring.

A beautiful figure flew from the sky.

It came with a start and fell down gracefully.

In an instant, it attracted the attention of millions of monks present.

That figure was so stunning, and the noble aura exuding from her made everyone, including Ouyang Qi, lower their heads subconsciously.

She is like a goddess who has descended into the world, making people dare not think of a trace of blasphemy. With a slight glance in her eyes, endless grace flows.

Who is she?

At this moment, this idea came to everyone's mind.

"Long Donor, you are here, has he arrived?" Seeing that astonishing face clearly, Monk Wude was overjoyed and trotted to Long Xun'er's side.

"He can't come yet, let me fight in the next battle of geniuses!

Is this your next opponent? "

Long Xun'er acted resolutely, said lightly, and then jumped onto the ring.

Looking at the stunning woman in front of him, Song Zhong trembled, feeling a palpitation in his heart and wanting to speak.

However, before he could say anything, Long Xun'er threw a spear at him.

Pi Lian's brilliance shone, and contained great terror. Song Zhong felt an overwhelming spiritual power coming, and subconsciously activated the spiritual power in his body to swing out a sword.

bang-

The divine light that illuminated the entire arena dissipated, and a broken sword was inserted into the arena. Song Zhong's face was bloodless, his pupils turned gray, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

One sword to end, if you can't end others, end yourself!

The young sword god of the Wei Dynasty has fallen!

Silence, deathly silence!

Shock, unprecedented shock!

Everyone was like fools, rubbing their eyes crazily, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

Oh my God, I was killed instantly with just one sword strike.

After a long period of shock, everyone discovered that the woman who was so beautiful that she was not humanly beautiful was actually the eighth level peak of Ninghai!

The combat power is even comparable to that of a Soul Pill Realm monk.

All the geniuses of Wei Dynasty stood up in a flash, their pupils shrank and their bodies were trembling.

How is it possible that Da Chu has such a powerful existence! ! !

"She... who is she?" Ouyang Qi's lips trembled. He wanted to shout but was too excited to make a sound. His old face turned red.

"He is also the master he sent to help Da Chu fight the battle of geniuses." Monk Wude said weakly with the corner of his mouth trembling.

Before this, he didn't know that Long Xun'er was actually at the peak of the eighth level of Ninghai.

"Damn it, Donor Gu, how you enslaved this Ninghai Eighth Level peak female dragon is simply unbelievable!" At this moment, Wude Monk let out a cry from his soul.