Yun Zheng, a genius pupil master and mystic master from a hidden clan in Huaguo!
One day, she transmigrated and became a waste despised by the world!
A waste? With a flip of her hand, s...
Boom boom boom——
Continuous explosions were heard, and the group of disciples from the January Immortal Academy who had gathered around were all struck by the sword blades wrapped in lightning, and were forcibly chopped away for a distance.
The terrifying power of thunder and lightning still remained in their bodies, even causing smoke to come out of their bodies.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene. This man in white had actually reached the first level of the True God Realm! When on earth did Tianshu Immortal Academy recruit such a few geniuses?
Feng Xinglan's expression turned slightly cold, and he drew his sword again quickly, fiercely and accurately.
This time, it was a different sword move.
Sword blades attacked one after another, forcing the elite disciples of January Immortal Academy to retreat again and again, almost falling off the ring.
The elite disciples of January Immortal Academy suddenly looked ugly. They looked at each other and then besieged Feng Xinglan together.
"superior!"
In an instant, the flash of swords and the flash of blood came.
The disciples of Tianshu Immortal Academy looked at Feng Xinglan's back with gratitude. Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, they were attacked by another wave of people, which scared them so much that they shook their weapons.
The dark-skinned boy Lin Zimo gritted his teeth and growled.
"Don't underestimate us, watch out!"
Lin Zimo immediately swung his sword against one of the elite disciples of the January Immortal Academy. The two swords collided, making a sharp sound.
The elite disciple of January Immortal Academy looked up with disdain, "Your moves are terrible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed down Lin Zimo's sword with force, and the sword tip directly cut into Lin Zimo's shoulder. Lin Zimo's face turned pale in an instant, and he screamed.
The elite disciple of January Immortal Academy sneered, "With a mere seventh-level Demigod cultivation, what are you bragging about?"
After saying that, he raised his sword and was about to chop Lin Zimo off the ring when suddenly a hand silently rested on his shoulder, scaring him so much that his sword-holding hand trembled violently.
He looked back and saw a handsome young man with water-stained clothes standing beside him.
Qi Po smiled awkwardly and pleaded cautiously, "Fellow Daoist, could you please give me some face? Let my junior brother go."
Lin Zimo's face turned slightly dark: "..." How embarrassing.
The elite disciple was stunned. He immediately checked his cultivation level and found that Qi Po was only at the second level of the Pseudo-God Realm. Anger immediately rose from his chest. He had actually been afraid of this useless boy for a moment. How shameful!
"Who do you think you are? Get off the stage together!"
The elite disciple roared and slashed at Qi Po with his sword, but he didn't expect that Qi Po had disappeared at some point. When he appeared again, he was pierced through the shoulder by Qi Po's sword from behind.
“Ahhh…”
Lin Zimo widened his eyes in horror.
What's going on?!
Qi Po stabbed the elite disciple's shoulder with his sword, then rushed forward and shouted with an extremely serious expression: "Then you go down first!"
The elite disciple was held up by Qi Po's sword and forcibly pushed out of the arena.
Everyone was stunned: "???" Isn't this guy at the second level of the Pseudo-God Realm? How could he instantly defeat an elite disciple at the fourth level of the Divine Man Realm?
Lian Pihou was stunned and thought he was hallucinating. He rubbed his eyes, but what he saw was a real scene.
"Qi Po, this brat..."
…
At this time, Qingfeng and Moyu did not really fight, they just protected the disciples of Tianshu Immortal Academy from time to time.
The two of them were like the strongest gatekeepers, and whoever attacked would be beaten.
Yan Chen summoned the cauldron. He looked gentle, but his actions were extremely rough. There was also a layer of curse totem on his cauldron.
The curse is 'powerlessness'.
If you are hit by this cauldron, you will immediately lose your ability to move for three seconds.
These three seconds were enough for Yan Chen to shoot someone in the head.
The loud bangs gave goosebumps to many people present. Every time they were hit, it felt like their brains were exploding. What a terrifying weapon this tripod was!
"Where on earth did that curse totem on his cauldron come from? Curse techniques are rare in the Five States. Could he be the heir of a curse technique?"
"He's a divine alchemist, right? Otherwise, how could he have a cauldron?"
"No, he might just be thinking that beating people with the Dinglu is convenient! Is this a habit?"
"The disciples who faced him were truly miserable!"
At this time, the deans of the eight immortal academies looked at the curse totem seal on Yan Chen's cauldron, and a faint light flashed in their eyes. As far as they knew, curse magic only existed in a secret realm in the "Nameless Land". So where did the man in purple get the cauldron with the curse seal?
Lian Pihou's expression became a little more solemn, and his eyes moved slightly.
The impression that curses leave on the world is evil. Now Yan Chen...
Suddenly, the sound of guzheng music was heard.
Moya was sitting in a chair with a leisurely expression, a guzheng in front of her. Her fingers gently plucked the guzheng, but her eyes were fixed on the young man Mu Yin. She asked softly, "What's your name?"
Mu Yin raised his eyes and stared at her guzheng. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's talk about it after we get off the stage."
Moya chuckled, "Why? Are you afraid of falling into my illusion?"
Mu Yin raised his eyes coldly. He was indeed afraid that after being under the illusion, the secrets of himself, his friends, and Brother Rong would be revealed.
Especially their relationship with Brother Rong. If they cause trouble to Brother Rong, A Zheng will beat him up nine hundred and ninety-nine times!
Mu Yin sneered, "Be careful with your konghou, I'll chop it to pieces!"
With that, he summoned a double-edged sword.
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