Meng Wan only felt a huge pressure coming towards her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She tried her best to dodge, but found that her body seemed to be imprisoned and she could not move at all.
At this moment, Qingyi's palm wind accurately hit Meng Wan's chest.
Meng Wan only felt a sharp pain, as if all the bones in her body were shattered.
She gritted her teeth, and her body turned into a bloody mist and disappeared.
Seeing this, Qingyi smiled slightly and shook her head.
She suddenly stretched out her right hand and grabbed at something in the seemingly empty void.
"Buzz!"
The space fluctuated, and a ball of blood mist appeared out of thin air, condensing into the figure of Meng Wan in Qingyi's hand.
Meng Wan's face was pale, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
She knew that she had already lost.
Qingyi, however, glanced at her with considerable interest. "You lasted four moves against me before being defeated. You're quite good."
Qingyi's voice echoed on the martial arts stage.
Meng Wan smiled bitterly, "Disciple Meng Wan, thank you for showing mercy, Master."
After Meng Wan walked down from the martial arts stage, Qingyi looked around at everyone, her eyes as sharp as a knife.
"Who else wants to challenge?"
The whole audience was silent.
Meng Wan's performance just now shocked everyone and also dampened the enthusiasm of most people to challenge.
"It seems that you are very aware of your own strength."
The corners of Qingyi's mouth curled up in a smile, "As a powerful spirit, it is indeed a bit bullying for me to fight one-on-one with you.
How about this, you can form teams freely, with no limit on the number of people, and take the next class together.
As I said before, whoever defeats me will become my disciple."
These words were like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.
The crowd was in an uproar, and whispers were heard one after another.
"Come together? I don't think even if all of us put together, we can still be a match for our mentor..."
"Yeah, I really don't know what the point of a fight like this is..."
Doubts continued to be raised. They had already witnessed Qingyi's strength.
Even if we attack together, the chances of winning are slim.
"Why? Don't you dare?"
Qingyi raised her eyebrows, her tone carrying a hint of provocation, "You useless idiot who doesn't even have the courage to challenge me, get out of Tiandaoyuan as soon as possible."
This method of provoking is undoubtedly effective for these arrogant students.
The fire of unwillingness to admit defeat burned brightly in their eyes.
"Who said we don't dare? Let's go together!"
Someone took the lead and shouted.
"That's right! Let's go together. I don't believe we can't defeat her!"
The echoes came one after another.
“Very energetic.”
Qingyi smiled. "That's all for today's lesson. I look forward to your performance in the next class."
After saying that, Qingyi's figure disappeared from the spot.
After the instructor left, everyone's enthusiasm remained high, and the air was filled with a complex emotion of unwillingness, excitement, and eagerness to try.
They spontaneously formed teams and discussed countermeasures with each other.
Some people suggested using formations, some suggested using combined attacks, and some suggested using a war of attrition to find Qingyi's weakness.
A young man in green, with an arrogant look on his face, walked straight towards Meng Wan in the corner.
He bowed and said, "My name is Xu Tianming, a sword cultivator. I just forced Master Qingyi to use her third move, so I'm considered somewhat famous."
Fellow Daoist Meng, your strength is evident to all. Would you be willing to team up with me? Together, we will surely become the strongest team."
Xu Tianming's voice was quite loud, attracting the attention of many people around him.
Before Meng Wan could respond, another voice came, with a hint of coldness.
"Heh, Xu Tianming, who do you think you are? You dare to be the strongest team?
Fellow Daoist Meng, I am from Xia Zhou, and I am also a blood cultivator. I believe that if we work together, we can further unleash the powerful combat power of blood cultivators."
"What's so exquisite about the cooperation between blood cultivators? I think Senior Sister Meng should team up with formation cultivators like me."
For a while, Meng Wan was surrounded by a lot of people, and many people wanted to team up with her.
Meng Wan listened quietly, with a faint smile on her face.
"Meng Wan appreciates your kindness. This matter is of great importance, so I need to consider it carefully."
When everyone saw that Meng Wan did not directly refuse, they all showed joy and gave their names, looking forward to Meng Wan joining.
In the martial arts training ground, the monks gathered in groups of three or five and formed their own teams.
There was a team of twenty or thirty people, preparing to practice the art of combined attack;
There is a team of more than ten people, who intend to make a breakthrough in the formation;
Some people were inspired by Meng Wan and simply did research on the art of escape.
Various discussions and shouts came one after another, making it very lively.
Meng Wan did not participate in the discussion, nor did she join any team. She just stood there quietly.
She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then she took out her badge and sent a message to Senior Brother Qi.
Senior Brother Qi once defeated a powerful being in the Spirit Transformation Stage with his Nascent Soul body.
She really wanted to know how the other party did it, and how terrifying the combat power of a Divine Transformation cultivator was.
After a while, a faint light flickered on the badge.
Meng Wan opened her eyes, probed her spiritual sense into them, and read the reply from Qi Yunxiao.
"Challenging a powerful spirit-transforming being with a Jindan cultivation base? Junior Sister Meng, your idea is a bit bold."
Qi Yunxiao's voice, with a hint of smile, echoed in Meng Wan's mind.
"Even if the opponent suppresses his cultivation to the Golden Core Stage, his vision, spirit, and experience are still at the level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. You have no chance of winning."
Meng Wan frowned slightly and asked, "Brother, what is the difference between the Nascent Soul and the Spiritual Transformation, compared to the Golden Core?"
“The Nascent Soul stage is when one condenses their own energy into an infant, which is equivalent to possessing a whole new power.
The Spiritual Transformation Stage is the fusion of the Nascent Soul and the Spiritual Soul, reaching the state of unity of spirit and soul."
Qi Yunxiao patiently explained, "The consciousness of a Divine Transformation cultivator is extremely powerful. They can easily see through your illusions. The methods you are so proud of are useless in front of them."
Meng Wan thought of Teacher Qingyi's unfathomable strength, and felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.
She thought for a moment and told Qi Yunxiao the content of the instructor's test.
"Actually, as soon as you asked, I guessed it. In the entire Lower House, only Teacher Qingyi is so... original."
Qi Yunxiao said with a smile.
"Brother, is there any way to win?"
"It's difficult, very difficult, too difficult."
Qi Yunxiao was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Unless... the opponent suppresses his cultivation to the first level of foundation building, you may still have a chance to win.
However, you don't have to be discouraged, Junior Sister."
Fearing that Meng Wan would become depressed, Qi Yunxiao explained, "Teacher Qingyi said this to force you students to give your all.
If there are students who perform well, they don't have to defeat her to be accepted as her disciple.
Senior Brother, let me ask you, how many moves did you manage to survive under Instructor Qingyi's hand?
"Three moves, defeated by the fourth one."
Meng Wan answered truthfully, with a hint of regret in her tone.
Hearing this answer, Qi Yunxiao on the opposite side was obviously stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.
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