Let You Teach Your Disciples And Make Them All Become Great Emperors?

"Want to admit defeat? Have you asked me?"

Wu Haotian strolled in front of Wang Xingchen with a cruel look on his face.

Before using the elixir, he had expected that the other party would admit defeat, so he had already started to guard against the other party.

That elixir was one of his life-saving trump cards. If Wang Xingchen hadn't been too difficult to deal with and his mouth was too mean, he wouldn't have been willing to use it.

Wang Xingchen, who was nailed to the ground, wanted to reach out and pull out the spiritual sword from his mouth.

But Wu Haotian, who was rushed over, stepped on the hilt of the sword and directly stepped the entire hilt into his mouth.

Not to mention admitting defeat, Wang Xingchen couldn't even make a sound now.

"Referee, he cheated."

Seeing this, the Hua Mu Lin above the stands quickly stood up and spoke to the referee of Arena No. 1.

However, what made him angry was that the referee told him calmly that the rules of the martial arts competition did not state that pills could not be used.

"Aren't you very good at pretending? Pretend again?"

Wu Haotian patted Wang Xingchen's bloody face and took out another spiritual sword from the storage ring.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword and cut off Wang Xingchen's arm by the roots, and hot blood spurted out immediately.

At the same time, Wang Xingchen's face turned red in pain, and his veins popped out.

The only thing he could do now was to transfer a trace of spiritual energy from his body to the wound to stop the bleeding and relieve the pain.

"Senior Brother Xingchen!"

The Seven Star Sect disciples in the stands were all clenching their fists and gnashing their teeth.

The anger in his eyes was burning as if it were real,

Even Li Suifeng couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.

However, he does not intend to intervene for the time being. After all, he still has three creation fruits. As long as he breathes, he can save them.

If he takes action now and is discovered, the Seven Star Sect's qualifications will be cancelled.

He knew, however, that above the clouds at this moment, there was a monk in the late stage of the Yuanshen Realm who was watching the changes on the field.

On the other hand, it is also due to personality. The world of cultivation is inherently cruel. If you maintain it at every turn, it will only make the disciples dependent and unable to achieve effective growth.

the other side,

The elders and disciples of Ba Tian Sect and Yunlan Sect looked at this scene and laughed loudly with relief on their faces.

"Well done!"

The elder of the Tyrant Sect shouted directly.

"One sword, I'll let you use one sword."

On the ring, Wu Haotian said that he cut off Wang Xingchen's other arm again, and then stepped on him a few times.

"It's time to send you to Guixi."

Wu Haotian looked at the dying Wang Xingchen and sneered, recalled the spiritual sword inserted in Wang Xingchen's mouth,

This was a heaven-level spiritual sword, and he wasn't willing to just throw it away.

Then he waved the spiritual sword in his hand, intending to kill Wang Xingchen directly.

However, when the spiritual sword in his hand touched Wang Xingchen's neck, he felt a huge resistance.

And Wang Xingchen's body was swept off the ring by his sword.

"Stars."

"Senior Brother Xingchen (junior brother)."

When the disciples from all peaks saw this, they all thought that Wang Xingchen was going to die tragically on the ring.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Wang Xingchen flew out of the ring and landed in Li Suifeng's arms.

"Stars."

Li Suifeng directly fed a fruit of creation into Wang Xingchen's mouth, stabilizing his injury.

After a while, Wang Xingchen's broken arm began to have colorful spiritual energy flashing, and soon new flesh sprouts grew.

"Junior brother, how is Senior Nephew Xingchen doing?"

Hua Mulin came over and asked.

"It's okay. You should be able to recover after resting for ten days and a half."

Li Suifeng answered.

"That's good."

Hua Mulin was relieved when he heard this, and then sent Wang Xingchen back to the station to recuperate.

At the same time, the elder of Daoyi Holy Land above the clouds frowned and looked at the audience,

If nothing unexpected happened just now, his eldest grandson should have beheaded this Seven Star Sect disciple.

I don’t know why he didn’t kill the other party.

Could it be that his eldest grandson’s conscience discovered it? Are you going to let the other side go?

That's right, the person above the clouds is Wu Haotian's grandfather, the inner elder of Daoyi Holy Land.

The person in charge of this martial arts competition is Wu Qiming.

"how so?"

At this moment, Wu Haotian, who was on the stage, frowned and looked at the scene in the audience, looking a little confused.

He clearly wanted to kill the other party just now,

Why knock the other party out of power?

Was there something wrong with the way I held the sword just now?

"On the first stage, Wu Haotian wins."

Following the referee's announcement, although Wu Haotian was a little confused, he had to get off the ring.

"What happened? Why didn't you kill him?"

When the Tyrant Sect and the elders saw that Wang Xingchen was not dead, they questioned Wu Haotian who rushed back.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Wu Haotian glanced at the other party indifferently, which immediately made the elder of the Tyrant Sect lose his temper.

"How could that be? I was just asking."

The elder of Naba Tianzong said sarcastically.

"Hmph! It's best like this." Wu Haotian snorted coldly and returned to his seat.

Arena No. 8,

The Holy Land disciples headed by Yunlan Sect no longer hide,

He directly displayed all his cultivation skills, and he was also a perfect monk in the Divine Treasure Realm.

Yan Chen, who was fighting with him, was shocked when he saw this scene and quickly wanted to admit defeat.

However, the other party grabbed his chin. The next moment, the Holy Land disciple used force and crushed Yan Chen's chin.

"You want to admit defeat? I'm so sorry. I took other people's things, so if I don't kill you, it will be difficult to explain later."

The Holy Land disciple sealed the circulation of spiritual energy in Yanchen's body, pinched his neck in the palm of his hand and lifted it up.

"It's a pity. In fact, you still have some talent. Forget it, I'll give you a good time."

The Holy Land disciple shook his head and said a few words to himself,

Then he wanted to crush Yanchen's neck,

However, when he exerted force, he discovered that Yanchen's neck had turned into an extremely hard ore and could not be pinched at all.

"what happened?"

Just when he wanted to find out, Yan Chen's neck suddenly felt a force of shock, and he broke away from his hands and fell down the ring.

From the outside, it looked like he had thrown Yan Chen out.

"Arena No. 8, Zhu Zesheng!"

Upon seeing this, the referee also called out the winner.

Although Zhu Ze was confused, he couldn't think of a reason.

Above the clouds, Wu Qiming narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have sensed something just now, but he felt that nothing happened.

"Senior nephew Yanchen."

After Hua Mulin saw that Yan Chen's jaw was only crushed, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

This injury was considered minor in the past.

Finally, everyone turned their attention to Arena No. 16.

At this moment, Shui Qianrou and the tall and thin man in the ring have all fought to the point where their spiritual energy has been exhausted.

Even his physical strength was depleted in the constant attacks.

It can be said that it is difficult for them to walk now.

If this continues, both sides will most likely end up with a lose-lose outcome.

"You bitches, you are so difficult to deal with."

The tall and thin man panted and looked at Shui Qianrou who was also dripping with sweat across from him, and couldn't help but cursed secretly.

After resting for a moment, both sides raised their spiritual swords with difficulty and attacked each other again.

With the waving of their arms, the spiritual swords of both sides finally stabbed each other at the same time, and both fell to the ground.

"On Arena No. 16, the evil army wins."

The referee glanced at the Holy Land disciple, rolled his eyes and said.

"What? Why?"

Hua Mulin and others who came to the stage to check on Shui Qianrou's injury immediately questioned after hearing this.

"Whoever I say wins wins. Are you the referee or am I the referee?"

The referee snorted coldly and spoke domineeringly.

"you……"

When everyone in the Seven Star Sect heard this, they all looked aggrieved.

Mad, I really want to kill this guy.