In the same realm, due to different cultivation techniques, different body protection treasures, or a certain party occupies the right time and place, the strength is very different.
Zhu Sijia's cultivation is not weak, and she is also a well-known master among the younger generation of Yunwu Sect. Her cultivation is not necessarily much worse than the young man in black robe on the stage of life and death. But looking at the huge cauldron on the opponent's shoulder, and sensing the power fluctuations in the opponent's body, Zhu Sijia's face turned ugly, knowing that she was no match.
Although Hong Lie, the great disciple of the Xuanding Sect, has come to an end, in the blink of an eye, a young master who is almost as good as him has appeared. The Xuanding Sect, which has been at the height of its power in recent years, is really powerful, with masters emerging one after another!
If I were to recharge my batteries at my peak, I might still be able to give it a try, but last night...
Zhu Sijia's pretty face turned red, she was ashamed and angry, and she glared at Ye Chuan.
Among the eight people in the group, only Ye Chuan had nothing to do last night and did not run into the latrine once. Combined with today's accident that Aesop suddenly turned into a super girl, it was obvious that Ye Chuan had known for a long time that something was wrong with Aesop and there was something wrong with the wine. What's annoying is that he knew it but didn't say anything, and allowed a girl to go to the toilet so many times a night. How hateful is this boy Ye Chuan
"Elder brother, let me do it!"
Nan Tiandu took a step forward, his face expressionless.
This is a tough battle. Zhu Sijia is a woman, and the senior brother Ye Chuan is not good at cultivation. It is time for him to take action.
Last night, although I was also poisoned and ran to the latrine countless times, my whole body was sore and weak. But even when facing a more powerful master, Nan Tian showed no fear. Among the Nine Heaven-shaking Swords, each sword is faster and more powerful than the last. When encountering a strong opponent, he becomes stronger. This is his true nature.
"No, Tiandu, it's not yet time."
Ye Chuan shook his head and scanned everyone's faces.
Fatty Zhao Dazhi shrank back. Just now, he had the courage to play once, and he would not play a second time. It was a fluke the first time, but it would be fatal if it happened again!
"Fat man, are you scared?" Ye Chuan smiled.
As soon as he smiled, Fatty's heart went crazy, and the backs of his palms were all sweaty, "Senior Brother, I..."
"You are so cowardly, no wonder you haven't been able to catch up with a junior sister for so many years."
Ye Chuan shook his head, looking like he hated iron, and his eyes moved and fixed on an outer disciple, "Wu Yong, right? Junior brother, how about you take part in this contest?"
"Ah..., Senior Brother, I..., I'm afraid it can't be done, this..."
The outer disciple named Wu Yong was shocked and grimaced.
He had only been started for less than a month. He was said to be an outer disciple, but in fact he was just a low-level handyman, the kind who specialized in dirty and tiring work. Following Ye Chuan into the battle this time was a complete accident. Even many of the outer disciples who were also handymen didn't know him yet. I really couldn't figure out how Ye Chuan knew his name.
Now, his cultivation is only at the third level of a warrior. If he goes to the stage of life and death to compete with the young man in black robe from Xuandingmen, he will probably be smashed to pieces by the bronze cauldron on his shoulder. How can he fight like this
Wu Yong didn't dare to go on the court, and he didn't dare to resist. He was trembling all over for a moment.
Ye Chuan waved and said with a smile: "Come here, Senior Brother will teach you how to do it. If Senior Brother says you can do it, you can do it even if you can't. If Senior Brother says you can't do it, you can do it or you can't do it. Don't be afraid."
What’s the secret, Senior Brother
Fatty, Zhu Sijia and others were confused. Wu Yong walked up to him with doubts. Ye Chuan whispered a few instructions in his ear, and his expression became much better after hearing this. Under people's gaze, he bravely walked towards the stage of life and death step by step.
A rare scene occurred in the history of the Life and Death Stage.
In the triennial competition, which disciple participating in the battle didn't just fly up? There has never been a person like Wu Yong, who is only a third-level warrior, but can't fly even if he wants to, so he can only walk up step by step.
"No, you are a third-level warrior. How can you fight like this?"
"Here it comes, here it comes again, are you going to take the initiative to admit defeat again?"
"Kill, smash him into pieces with one move!"
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Under the life and death stage, the disciples of the three sects were discussing. Some people reviled, some were disdainful, and some looked forward to it.
"Oops, I..."
The young man in black robe was tall and mighty, and he was furious. He suddenly raised the heavy bronze cauldron high above his head. He learned from Hong Lie's lesson and stopped showing off his cultivation with nonsense. A single encounter would be a sure kill. But before he had time to smash the heavy bronze tripod out, Wu Yong was slowly walking up step by step. As soon as his toes stepped onto the life and death platform, he suddenly let out an ouch and his body fell backwards and rolled off the life and death platform. It looked as if he was suddenly blown away by an invisible wave of air.
Under the life and death stage, applause suddenly rang out like a mountain. The Xuanding Sect disciples cheered loudly, cheering loudly for the bravery of the young man in black robe.
On the stage, the young man in black robe had dull eyes.
Huh, is this okay
Li Yang, the young man in black robe, won, but his heart was messy, aggrieved and angry. This victory was too weak. It was too late to kill him. How could he explain it to the sect leader Tuoba Xiong
Li Yang, the young man in black robe, vomited blood in his heart. Now he finally knew how Hong Lie, the eldest disciple of the sect, felt. He glared at the smiling Ye Chuan and jumped down angrily.
"That boy named Ye is so insidious and despicable!"
In the crowd, Tuoba Xiong cursed regardless of his identity.
Hong Lie and Li Yang were the two most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the Xuanding Sect. They originally wanted to take advantage of this competition to gain the limelight and severely suppress the Yunwu Sect and the Wudun Sect. Unexpectedly, none of the ultimate moves that he had been preparing for for a long time could be used. Ye Chuan used two unscrupulous guys to easily resolve them, which made people grit their teeth in hatred.
"Father, what should we do next?" Tuoba Xiaoniao looked at Ye Chuan from a distance, feeling more and more that the latter was not simple.
When her father's plan failed, she knew that Ye Chuan was not simple, far from useless as people said. Now it seems that this great disciple of Yunwu Sect is really hiding something secretly.
"Hmph, go on, let's continue to send the masters from the sect to play. If you lose too much, you will end up breaking an arm. I want to see if it is the Yunwu Sect that has more waste, or my Xuanding Sect that has more masters. Look at Ye Chuan How long can that kid endure it?"
Tuoba Xiong gritted his teeth and his eyes were as red as a crazy monster.
With absolute strength, just crush them directly. No matter what conspiracy Ye Chuan has or what kind of people he sends to fight, he will crush them all!
"Senior Brother, I guess our Yunwu Sect will only have these two contests today. Today is nothing. What about tomorrow?"
While Tuoba Xiong was gritting his teeth, on the other side, Zhu Sijia was worried.
Ye Chuan's formation was unexpectedly effective, but continuing like this was not the way to go. He couldn't give in automatically every time and end up breaking off an arm. That would be a big joke. It would be better not to participate in the war and just abstain from the start.
"We'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow, but tonight, how are we going to get through the long night? Junior sister Jiajia, what do you think about how we two will spend the night?" Ye Chuan smiled and looked up and down at Zhu Sijia's bumpy figure. Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at her buttocks.
"rogue!"
Zhu Sijia cursed and turned around angrily, too lazy to care anymore. Anyway, even if he really came in last, it would be Ye Chuan who wanted to cut off his arm, not her, so let him worry about it. However, despite being angry, I still couldn't help but think too much and worry about tomorrow's contest.