"The battle in Arena No. 3 is over!"
"The two disciples who drew the red lottery No. 4 go to the ring and compete!"
At this moment, the cold voice of the old man Shenzhu sounded.
"Boss, be careful!"
"Boss, you will definitely get the training quota. We are still waiting for you to take us into the Shentian Mountains!"
"Brother Wentian, I believe you can do it!"
"Mo Wentian, you are definitely the final winner in this arena battle, and this training spot must be yours!"
"Xiao Feng is not weak, you'd better be careful with this person!"
…
As the old man Shenzhu said these words, Xiaojiao, Huantian and others looked at Mo Wentian with a hint of worry in their eyes.
Xiaojiao and Huantian are both people who want to follow Mo Wentian into the Shentian Mountains. Xiaojiao, especially, really wants to follow Mo Wentian into the battle in the Shentian Mountains.
But at this moment, Tianhu felt a sense of worry in his heart.
Tianhu also wanted to follow Mo Wentian into the Shentian Mountains for training, but Mo Wentian had already made it clear to her.
Tianhu's expression darkened instantly when he thought about not being able to follow Mo Wentian into the Shentian Mountains for training.
"Don't worry!"
"This training spot must be mine!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, Huantian and others with an extremely indifferent expression.
At this moment, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly, and even raised an arc.
Mo Wentian is determined to get a place for experience.
The disciple who fought him first was only average in strength. As for Xiao Feng, although his strength was good, he was definitely no match for him.
After saying that, Mo Wentian walked directly towards the ring without any hesitation.
Seeing Mo Wentian walking towards the ring, the disciple who was fighting against Mo Wentian also walked towards the ring.
"The arena battle begins!"
Seeing Mo Wentian and the competing disciples enter the ring, the cold voice of the old man Shenzhu sounded.
"Mo Wentian, I don't believe it. Your cultivation is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, and your strength is stronger than that of our Heavenly Emperor's perfect warriors!"
"They will give in to you in one move. I will never give in!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a cold light flashed in the disciple's eyes.
"You won't give in to me?"
"I'm afraid you'll get slapped in the face soon!"
Mo Wentian looked at the figure across from him, and the curve of the corner of his mouth became more intense.
Mo Wentian didn't take this person seriously at all. Mo Wentian had full confidence. If he made a move, this person would definitely give in to him.
"Then let's see how terrifying your strength is. You can actually slap me in the face instantly!"
With a cold shout, the disciple's figure disappeared.
"In front of this emperor, your movements are just like a master's degree!"
Seeing the disciple using his body skills and actually trying to sneak attack him, Mo Wentian's expression instantly turned cold.
At this moment, the aura on Mo Wentian's body increased rapidly.
"Exerting body skills is just a matter of doing the same thing?"
"Really? Then you also need to have the body skills like mine!"
A cold voice sounded, and the figure appeared behind Mo Wentian on the stage.
Without any hesitation, this person punched directly towards Mo Wentian.
"Compared with fists, so far, I have never seen anyone with a harder fist than my fists!"
Seeing this person punching him, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shrank and he said coldly.
"Shenlong Fist!"
The next moment, without any hesitation, Mo Wentian gave a cold shout and directly used the Shenlong Fist.
"Hoho..."
Following Mo Wentian's punch, a phantom of a ten thousand-foot-long divine dragon appeared in the void, and the divine dragon roared at the disciple.
The rolling dragon power spread from Mo Wentian's body.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's fist looked more like a peerless divine dragon than just a fist.
At the same time, the aura on Mo Wentian's body was even more terrifying.
At this moment, Mo Wentian didn't look like a warrior whose cultivation was in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven. Instead, he looked like a peerless king, which made him intimidated. Just looking at Mo Wentian, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.
"So strong..."
Seeing Mo Wentian greet him with a punch, the disciple's eyes were filled with shock.
At this moment, a hint of regret arose in the disciple's heart. He should not have taken action against Mo Wentian.
Before he could finish his words, Mo Wentian's punch had already landed on him.
This figure subconsciously wanted to retreat, but now it was too late.
"boom… "
Mo Wentian's punch collided directly with the disciple's fist.
"No… "
"ah… "
The disciple's screams suddenly resounded.
At this moment, the disciple only had fear in his heart.
It turned out that he thought Mo Wentian could make ten disciples of the Heavenly Emperor's Consummation surrender with one move, but these people were just timid and were frightened by Mo Wentian.
But I didn’t expect that Mo Wentian’s strength would be so terrifying!
Mo Wentian's strength was simply beyond what he could bear.
"boom… "
Immediately, the disciple's figure flew out, directly from the thousand-foot-sized ring to the bottom of the ring.
"So strong. Mo Wentian's cultivation is only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, but Mo Wentian's strength is so strong!"
"This person originally didn't want to admit defeat. He didn't believe that Mo Wentian's strength was terrifying. Now I'm afraid this disciple is filled with regret!"
"The Shenlong Fist that Mo Wentian used just now was so powerful. The phantom of the Shenlong in the void was so powerful that I really thought it was the Shenlong that had arrived!"
"How can Mo Wentian be human here? He is simply a monster!"
"I don't think Xiao Feng will be his opponent. The last place to enter the Shentian Mountain Range for training belongs to Mo Wentian!"
…
Seeing that figure flying backwards, countless disciples from the Divine Heaven Realm instantly exploded.
Originally, those disciples who still had doubts about Mo Wentian's strength no longer dared to underestimate Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian's strength is definitely not comparable to theirs.
If Mo Wentian defeated the powerful warriors of Emperor Perfection once, it was purely accidental, but Mo Wentian relied on his strength to defeat the warriors of Emperor Perfection three times. This was not an accident, but strength, real strength.
"What do you think of my emperor's strength?"
At this moment, Mo Wentian walked towards the disciple. Looking at the figure, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly.
This man was originally extremely arrogant, saying that he did not believe how strong Mo Wentian was and that he would not admit defeat to Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian wanted to see if this person had withstood his punch and was still as tough as ever.
The Shenlong Fist that Mo Wentian used just now was not a full blow. The power exerted was only 70% to 80%, but this disciple could no longer bear it.
If Mo Wentian had used all his strength to strike, this person would have been killed by Mo Wentian's punch.
"This kid Mo Wentian is really arrogant!"
"It's just that this kid still has some sense of control. If it weren't for the fact that the disciples he was fighting were disciples of our Divine Heaven Realm, these disciples would have been killed by him!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's appearance, a flash of light flashed in the eyes of the old man Shenzhu, and he said in a deep voice.
"Mo Wentian is doing it for your sake, otherwise these disciples would have been killed long ago, and even their souls would have been gone!"
Listening to the words of the old man Shenzhu, a complex look flashed in the eyes of the old man Guji.
"Um!"
"This kid Mo Wentian is already in a very good mood, even better than you and me!"
"It's just that his cultivation is still too bad!"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, the expression of the old man Shenzhu instantly became serious.