As the man in black robe left, only Qin Yi, the master of Qin Tian Realm, was left in the hall.
"I'm just a tool in your hands. You want me to use you, but that's only before my strength exceeds yours!"
"If my strength is greater than yours, I can't be under your control!"
Looking at the direction in which the figure left, a complicated look flashed in Qin Yi's eyes.
Qin Yi knew very well in his heart that his Qin Tianjie's achievements today, his ability to rise from ranking below 100 to the number one position in the Celestial Realm, were all because of that person's help.
If that person hadn't given him countless cultivation resources and improved the talents of him and Qin Tianjie's disciples, it would have been impossible for him in Qin Tianjie to become number one in the Immortal Realm in just a few hundred thousand years.
But Qin Yi also knew in his heart that if he received help from this person, he would be bound by him.
Why did Qin Yi want to be restrained by this person? He wanted to stand on the top, and no one could restrain him.
Originally, when Qin Yi was not so strong, he had not thought about breaking away from this person.
After all, if he didn't listen to this person, it would be impossible for this person to give him cultivation resources.
"My strength needs to be improved!"
"When my strength surpasses yours, you will never try to restrain me again!"
Qin Yi's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, and he couldn't help clenching his fists, and his heart became even more determined.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, Qin Yi sat down cross-legged without any hesitation and fell into practice.
At this moment, in the Shentian Realm, countless Shentian Realm disciples are still paying attention to the situation in the arena.
"The battle in Arena No. 8 is over!"
"The battle in Arena No. 9 will begin. The disciple who has been drawn will enter the arena!"
The old man with the divine pearl stood proudly in the void, and his cold voice sounded.
"Boss, it's finally No. 9!"
"You can get into the ring now!"
Upon hearing the words of the old man Shenzhu, Xiaojiao's eyes lit up with an extremely bright light and he said quickly.
"Um!"
Mo Wentian hummed slightly and nodded.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely indifferent, as if he was not worried at all about this arena battle.
"Brother Wentian, I believe you!"
"This time in the arena battle, we will definitely win the final victory!"
At this moment, Tianhu approached Mo Wentian and looked at Mo Wentian with determination in his eyes.
"Tianhu, just wait!"
"I will definitely win this ring battle. Their ring battle took too long. I want to end this ring battle as soon as possible!"
Mo Wentian looked at Tianhu, took a step forward, reached out and gently rubbed Tianhu's head, and said coldly.
"Mo Wentian, I'm waiting for you to end this arena battle as soon as possible!"
"It's just that if you want to end it as soon as possible, your strength must allow it!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Han Yuan on the side had a complicated look in her eyes and said coldly.
"Miss Han Yuan, just look at it!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian looked at Han Yuan, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
Immediately, Mo Wentian walked towards the ring without any hesitation.
"Boy, stay steady and win!"
Seeing Mo Wentian enter the ring, a complex look flashed in the eyes of the old man Shenzhu, and he said secretly.
"Senior Shenzhu, don't worry, I will definitely win this arena battle!"
"Not only this arena battle, but I will also win the next round of the arena battle!"
Listening to the voice transmission from the old man of the Divine Pearl, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with determination, and his expression was even more confident.
"This kid..."
Hearing this, the old man from the God Clan looked at Mo Wentian. Looking at Mo Wentian's determined look, the corners of the old man's mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"Old Shenzhu, everyone is waiting for you to announce the start of the battle in Arena No. 9!"
The old man from Ancient Book watched all the disciples of No. 9 enter the ring, but at this moment, the old man from Shenzhu had a dumbfounded look on his face and quickly reminded him.
"The battle in Arena No. 9 begins now!"
Listening to the reminder from the old man with ancient books, the old man Shenzhu came back to his senses instantly, his expression returned to his previous seriousness, and he said in a cold voice.
"Rumble..."
As soon as the old man of Shenzhu said these words, the auras of the twelve figures on the ring quickly surged.
However, among these twelve people, their cultivation levels are all the lowest in this training competition.
Of course, the one with the lowest cultivation level must be Mo Wentian. His cultivation level is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven. As for the other disciples, their cultivation base has already reached the perfection of the Emperor of Heaven. However, compared to other disciples, the aura on their bodies is... Not that strong.
When Mo Wentian knew that he was No. 9, he had already used his soul and spiritual consciousness to explore all the eleven people who were fighting against him.
Mo Wentian was sure of winning this time in the arena.
"Mo Wentian, I heard that your strength is very good!"
"I would like to try it out to see how good you are!"
But at this moment, a figure and a sword slashed directly towards Mo Wentian.
"You will know soon whether my strength is good or not!"
Mo Wentian looked at this person, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
But at the moment when Mo Wentian's figure disappeared, the disciple who was slashing at Mo Wentian felt a chill on his back, and his body couldn't help but flinch.
When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had appeared behind this person.
"Shenlong Fist!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian punched directly and landed on one of the man's arms.
The old man Shenzhu had long said not to hurt people's lives. These disciples were all disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm. Anyone who killed anyone would be a loss to the Divine Heaven Realm.
Mo Wentian still knew this truth. The old man Shenzhu was of great help to him. The disciples in the Shentian Realm were all pretty good. Mo Wentian only punched out, and it still hit the disciple's arm.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation was still at the early stage of Heavenly Emperor, the power of Mo Wentian's punch was not something that this disciple could withstand.
"boom… "
A figure flew out directly.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the disciple's mouth.
The aura on this disciple's body dropped rapidly, and his face became even paler.
"This... how is this possible? Isn't Mo Wentian's cultivation in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven? His punch actually knocked away the disciples who had reached the perfection of the Emperor of Heaven!"
"You are absolutely right, I also saw it. Mo Wentian just punched the disciple and sent him flying away!"
"Is Mo Wentian's cultivation really only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven? Has his cultivation not improved?"
"When he came to our Divine Heaven Realm, his cultivation level had just broken through to the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor. It has only been a few days. If his cultivation level improves again, then he will be a monster!"
"Mo Wentian is too strong. I think he may really become the final winner in this arena battle!"
…
Seeing that figure being blown away by Mo Wentian's punch, countless disciples from the Divine Heaven Realm instantly exploded.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that a strong man who had perfected the Heavenly Emperor's perfection could not even hurt the hair of a warrior in the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor.
Originally, some disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm did not believe that Mo Wentian could defeat Duan Qi. Duan Qi was so respectful to him, but they still thought that Duan Qi's head was squeezed by the door.
But at this moment, they no longer dared to underestimate Mo Wentian.