First Summoner

"Gong Yu Wuya's target turned out to be Chi Yue from Qian Kun Sect!"

Someone frowned and said, "Gong Yu Wuya is one of the seven great figures of Jidao Sect. His strength is quite terrifying. Moreover, his cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Emperor Spirit Realm. This is not something that ordinary people can contend with."

Others shook their heads and sighed: "Chi Yue is really unlucky this time. Facing such an opponent, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win."

"Haha, Chi Yue is doomed this time. Isn't his luck too bad?"

At this moment, everyone in the Qiankun Sect was on edge, worried about Chi Yue. After all, they knew how strong Gong Yu Wuya was.

Gong Yu Wuya is a well-known genius in the Changming Realm, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Elder Qi sipped his tea slowly without changing his expression, a smile on his lips.

At the same time, Gong Yu Wuya on the crystal screen had already approached the young man with a red mole on his forehead like a ghost, and chopped at the young man with the long sword in his hand with fierce momentum.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by vine fragments flying all over the sky, and a bottomless crack appeared on the ground.

Chi Yue slowly raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him with sleepy eyes.

"Spiritual plant master?" Gong Yu Wuya's eyes swept across the scattered vine fragments and finally stopped on Chi Yue, looking at him carefully.

The conclusion is: this boy's behavior is very strange, but his strength should not be underestimated.

He had never seen this young man in Changming Realm.

The next moment, countless black vines emerged from the ground like ghosts. They twisted their bodies and attacked Gong Yu Wuya fiercely like a group of hungry poisonous snakes.

Seeing this, Gong Yu Wuya nimbly dodged some of the vine attacks and swung the long sword in his hand, creating a sharp and powerful sword wind that crushed the vines in a moment!

He raised his eyes suddenly.

Hand up, knife down!

boom--

With a loud bang, the long sword in Gong Yu Wuya's hand released a hurricane blade that was powerful enough to distort space, whizzing towards the young man.

Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the terrifying pressure made the people around him feel suffocated.

The charming young man with a red mole on his forehead moved his body, stepped on the vines and jumped onto a tree trunk not far away, avoiding the attack.

But, the next second——

With a loud bang, the tree was split in half and collapsed instantly.

dusty.

Gong Yuwuya's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but speak as he looked at the charming young man not far away.

"The fourth level of the Emperor Spirit Realm."

When did the Qiankun Sect produce such a talented spiritual plant master?

The young man glanced at him indifferently, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he said nothing.

The next moment, his body was wrapped by vines and moved to the left.

Gong Yu Wuya was stunned.

He didn't react until the boy walked away.

What does it mean? !

Gong Yuwuya showed a look of surprise and confusion. When he wanted to chase after the young man and fight with him, at this moment, his feet seemed to be tripped by something.

He glanced down and realized that his feet were entangled in vines, which seemed to prevent him from catching up with the boy.

The people outside who saw this scene fell silent for a moment.

"Is Chi Yue afraid that he can't beat Gong Yu Wuya?" someone asked doubtfully.

"Hahaha, I think Gong Yu Wuya is dumbfounded. It's really funny." Another person couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Gong Yu Wuya didn't catch up."

"Gong Yu Wuya has a really good temper. If Chi Yue meets another one of the Seven Extreme Figures of Ji Dao Sect, then Chi Yue will definitely not be able to escape."

"Who is the other one?"

"Sword cultivator, Wu Ma Ling. He has a very bad temper."

When the people around heard the name of 'Wuma Ling', they all nodded in agreement. Everyone knew that Wu Ma Ling of Jidao Sect had a hot temper. Once he was angered, the consequences would be disastrous. In comparison, Gong Yu Wuya did seem much gentler.

A young boy asked in confusion: "What are the seven extreme figures of Jidao Sect?"

"The Seven Extremes are the seven most powerful people in the Jidao Sect. They are: Wu Ma Ling, Gong Yu Wu Ya, Nan Rong Jing Yun, Xun E, Qu Mu Han, Long Yi Bai, and Qin Bai."

"All the major forces have outstanding disciple representatives. Jidao Sect has seven Ji, Chengyun Palace has six Cheng, Fanhai Island has four Tianjiao, Shifang Sect has three Shou, Qiankun Sect has four Qianzhe, and Taichu Mountain has three Chu..."

"I see. What about the major families?"

"Family forces usually focus on cultivating their direct lineage, so if the direct lineage disciples are gifted, they can represent the family."

"Then do you know who is the strongest disciple here?"

"If we talk about the strongest disciples, they should be Wu Ma Ling and Xun E from Jidao Sect, Sui Changyun from Chengyun Hall, and the eldest brother Jin Yuan from Fanhai Island..."

Within the secret realm.

The knockout rounds became increasingly intense.

Half a day has passed since the start of the competition.

There were as many as four thousand people eliminated, most of whom were disciples with weaker strength or bad luck.

As time went on, the difficulty of the competition gradually increased. This was because the remaining disciples were undoubtedly elite disciples from all sides, and their strength should not be underestimated.

Some small forces sent out a hundred young disciples, but because of their relatively weak overall strength, they were unable to compete with other large forces. As a result, they were defeated one by one and were eventually eliminated without even making a splash.

The force at the top of the list today is still the Jidao Sect, followed by the Tianzhou forces, and then the Hengzhou Lu family.

At this moment, the handsome young man in black looked at the disciples from various forces who were already caught up in a chaotic battle. He clenched the sword in his hand, and moved his body, like a black whirlwind, and instantly appeared in the center of the melee area.

Clang!

Accompanied by a clear sword sound, the young man in black brandished a long sword that was completely black and emitting a cold light. With one sword, he created a powerful gust of air and knocked several young disciples to the ground.

"Brother Pei, save me!" Suddenly, a disciple wearing the inner sect uniform of Qiankun Sect shouted in fear. He was besieged by several disciples from other sects and was seriously injured.

Upon hearing this, Pei Su appeared in front of the disciple like lightning and raised his sword to block the fierce attack.

boom!

He successfully rescued the disciple.

Pei Su said to him: "Leave here."

The disciple quickly agreed and was about to leave when he bumped into several disciples who were about to attack him. He paused and felt panicked.

And the next moment, his eyes widened in shock.

A powerful sword energy passed by his side, instantly knocking those people to the ground.

A cold voice came from the side.

"go!"