Ye Xiangyang said modestly that it was purely a coincidence that he was able to cure their illnesses.
Everyone understood that this was because Ye Xiangyang's alchemy skills were superb. This kid possessed the alchemy skills of the cauldron, and some secrets that they didn't know, such as the elixir that could help the throne enter the emperor's realm. This made Ye Xiangyang a treasure in the eyes of these people.
After the celebration, these sects informed their sects of what happened today.
Yao Sheng Chong also informed the Yao family of this situation.
When the Yao family heard that Madam Caihong's promotion might be related to Ye Xiangyang, the head of the family decided to do everything in his power to win over Ye Xiangyang. Just think about it, if in the future, with the help of Ye Xiangyang, the Yao family can promote a few more emperors, what a big deal that would be.
Morning came slowly, just like the day before.
Today is the day for the top eight Xuanwang masters to advance.
Yesterday's battle, the fight between these Xuanwang masters left a deep impression on all the spectators and made many elders' eyes sparkle. The genius of these younger generations was beyond their expectations.
The disciples who watched were even more impressed. They found that these people's martial arts and understanding of the laws of heaven and earth were all unique. Watching such a competition can make them suddenly understand the problems that they couldn't figure out during their cultivation. It really feels like watching a game is more than practicing for a hundred years.
Today is the competition to enter the top eight. Compared with yesterday's competition, today's competition is more predictable and more exciting.
As the contestants entered the venue: Gong Yixue and Ji Gang from the Xuanwu Holy Land; Huyan Chuang, Pi Xiuting, and Ye Xiangyang from the Yuhua Palace; Sikong Yuejiang and Zi Shuyu from the Daode Palace; Ma Caijun and Yi Hongye from the Xianjian Sect; Mu Guiyun from the Muling Sect; Yan Qing and Lu Bingshuang from the Lieyang Sect; Dongli Hefang from the Taiyi Sect; Xing Kaige and Xing Mei from the Xingchen Sect; and Duanmu Feitian from the Fengyun Sect.
Sixteen people entered the venue one after another.
Countless disciples below burst into thunderous applause.
In this competition, many Xuanwang masters entered the top sixteen, and there were actually three from Yuhua Zhengong. This was an unprecedented big event, and the people of Yuhua Zhengong were excited.
"Senior Brother Ji Gang will win."
"Senior Sister Zi Shuyu will definitely win."
"Senior Brother Ma Juncai will win."
"Ye Xiangyang will win."
As soon as they entered the venue, there was an extremely enthusiastic shouting, and the whole venue seemed to be boiling.
No matter which sect the disciples are from, they all hope that their fellow brothers can make it into the top ten in the competition. Making it into the top ten means getting the pass to the Four Sacred Mountains.
The draw begins.
Then the contestants took to the stage.
The ring Ye Xiangyang drew was number five.
As Ye Xiangyang stepped onto the stage, he saw that it was Yi Hongye from the Xianjian Sect.
Yi Hongye was shocked when he saw that his opponent was Ye Xiangyang.
Originally, Yi Hongye felt that he had no hope of entering the top eight. Among the fifteen people who entered the second round, his cultivation was the lowest, only Xuanwang Seven Stars. The difference of one star meant a world of difference.
This made him feel a little lost and a little discouraged.
They were all geniuses from large sects, and their equipment, martial arts, etc. were almost the same. Under such conditions, being lower in realm than others was equivalent to failure, and miracles rarely occurred.
The person he met now was Ye Xiangyang. Ye Xiangyang had cultivated himself to the level of Universal Salvation. However, there were still differences within the level of Universal Salvation. What level of Universal Salvation had he reached
As long as it is not the Great Perfection, you still have a chance.
It seems that this is an opportunity given by God to give me to enter the Four Sacred Mountains.
Not only him, but other people from the Xianjian Sect also realized that Yi Hongye had chosen the right opponent today and he had hope of winning.
Yi Hongge led the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect and shouted to the arena: "Brother, come on, brother, come on. Brother, you will win."
The disciples of Xianjian Sect also realized that this was the only match that Yi Hongye could win, and this opportunity was hard-won.
Many people's eyes were focused on their stage.
Although Ye Xiangyang is in the Pu Zhao realm, no one knows to what extent he has reached this realm. In their opinion, cultivating the spirit is more difficult than cultivating the mysterious, and Ye Xiangyang's Pu Zhao realm will not be high.
"Brother, do you think Ye Xiangyang has a chance of winning?"
"It's unlikely. Think about it. Ye Xiangyang has only been practicing for less than a dozen years. Even if he entered the Puzhao realm by chance, it would not be easy for him to master the laws of time."
"In this case, Yi Hongye took advantage of the opportunity to enter the Four Sacred Mountains."
"Picking up a bargain, this is luck, and luck is also a part of a person's strength."
Yi Hongye no longer had the thought of revenge for Yi Shushuang, facing the terrifyingly high value of Ye Xiangyang, facing Ye Xiangyang's amazing alchemy skills, facing the three emperors who were eyeing him covetously in the referee's seat. If anything happened to Ye Xiangyang, his life would be lost here.
He really angered the three emperors, and even the Xianjian Sect didn't dare to stand up for him.
"Junior Brother Ye Xiangyang, just admit defeat. Even if you are at the Puzhao realm, I don't think you are as proficient in the application of the law of time as I have been practicing for a hundred years. Just consider it as giving me a favor."
Ye Xiangyang smiled slightly: "Brother, you can let me admit defeat, as long as you can last three rounds in front of me."
What
When Yi Hongye heard this, his face suddenly darkened.
Not to mention Ye Xiangyang, even Gong Yixue from Xuanwu Holy Land, Hu Yanchuang from Yuhua Palace, and Pi Xiuting... these people at the top of the throne, dare to speak such big words.
Three rounds, these people use thousands of moves at a time, and I can't resist you for three rounds. This is the greatest contempt for myself, this is the real contempt for others.
Originally, he wanted to take it down without bloodshed and without any effort, but now it seems that if he doesn't teach Ye Xiangyang a lesson, this kid really doesn't know his place.
"Okay, I'll see how you can take me down in three rounds."
Many people below could hear their conversation through their spiritual powers, and many of them had smiles on their faces.
"Ye Xiangyang is really good at showing off. He said that Senior Brother Yi Hongye couldn't last more than three rounds under his hands."
"Humph, this is because he has not seen the power of our Immortal Sword Sect. He might be embarrassed in the future."
"This is someone from a small sect like the Danding Divine Sect. He has no idea how powerful our sects are."
The elder of the Mu Ling Sect was suspended above the stage, and with his command, the competition began.
Everyone was surprised to find that Yi Hongye and Ye Xiangyang were just standing there on the ring, and no one took any action.
On other stages, profound energy was circulating, the laws of time and space were like rippling water, tens of millions of pounds of strength exploded on the stage, the impact formation was shaking, and people's hearts were excited.
Babies are flying around, and people appear and disappear in time and space.
Disciples from every sect used their sect's most powerful martial arts, and the fight was fierce.
What's wrong with them.
They just stood face to face, twenty feet apart, without moving a muscle. Could there be such a martial arts competition
People gradually figured out what was going on. Ye Xiangyang just stood there with a relaxed look on his face; however, Yi Hongye's face was slowly covered with wisps of grayness, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
Everyone knows that when one reaches the throne level, even if one soaks in underground magma for three years, one will not sweat. The reason why he is sweating now is probably because something went wrong.
Many emperors were also paying attention to the competition here. They felt that there was no suppression of mental power here. If there was a suppression of mental power, they would be able to sense it clearly.
Without the suppression of mental power, what is Yi Hongye doing
The brothers and sisters of the Xianjian Sect looked at Yi Hongye, who was sweating profusely on the stage, with disbelief in their eyes. They were worried for him: "Brother, please take action, what are you doing?"
"Brother, what's wrong with you? If you don't take action at such a good opportunity, how long will you wait?"
It’s not that Yi Hongye didn’t want to take action, he found that his body no longer obeyed his commands at all. He couldn’t mobilize the mysterious energy in his dantian, and he couldn’t move his whole body.
This is definitely not a suppression of mental power. There is only one possibility, that is - poisoning.
He could clearly see that his arm was slowly turning pitch black, really pitch black.
There was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Ye Xiangyang. This was because Ye Xiangyang did not want to kill him. Otherwise, he would probably have been poisoned into nothingness.
Only then did he understand why he couldn't last more than three rounds in front of him. Not to mention three rounds, he couldn't even last one round, because you wouldn't have a chance to reach out.
He found that only his mouth could move, so he quickly said, "Brother, I admit defeat. I admit defeat in this match."
Ye Xiangyang smiled, and his smile was so brilliant: "Thank you, Senior Brother. Thank you, Senior Brother. You are so generous that you gave me the opportunity to enter the Four Sacred Mountains."
At this point, Ye Xiangyang said to the elder of the Mu Ling Sect: "Elder, can we announce this match?"
The elder of the Mu Ling Sect was still in shock. He saw the black poison on Yi Hongye's body just a moment ago. In the blink of an eye, Yi Hongye's whole body was dark, real darkness. This was the result of the poison erupting.
Even Ye Xiangyang didn't know when Ye Hongye poisoned him.
Now, looking at Yi Hongye again, there is no sign of poisoning anywhere on his body. This method of using poison can almost be compared with the original Poison Emperor, who was the number one poison emperor in the world, the sky was poisonous, the earth was trembling, and the clouds and smoke were thousands of miles away.
This kid's hidden secrets are as deep as the ocean.
He announced: "Ye Xiangyang wins this match."
The disciples below were all bewildered. They didn't understand. The two men clearly didn't move, so how did Ye Xiangyang win
"Brother, how did Brother Ye Xiangyang win?"
"How would I know? The elders have announced it, so it must be true."
The disciples of Yuhuazhengong clapped happily, and the applause echoed throughout the stands.
"Hahaha, he won. My brother won. Yi Hongye really didn't even make it through three rounds."
"Yeah, big brother's methods are becoming more and more mysterious. I don't understand them at all."
"How amazing! He defeated his opponent without even using his hands. This is something that only Scorpion Leader can do."
Yi Zonghan, the leader of the Xianjian Sect, stared at Yi Hongye and asked, "Boy, what is going on?"