"Tang Xu, you and I haven't fought for a year. Now that we've met today, we have to compete anyway."
At this time, a young man stood up. He was a true disciple from the Wu League. He leaped and flew directly down.
"Zheng Yu, you came just in time."
Tang Xu was not polite either, and directly used his ultimate move, freezing a thousand miles. Endless ice burst out from his body, the cold air was oppressive, and frost souls filled the sky, freezing a thousand miles.
At this moment, countless people couldn't help but shiver. The temperature of the air dropped sharply, as if it had arrived in the dead of winter in an instant. The fierce cold wind kept blowing, freezing people's souls.
"A thousand miles of ice?"
Zheng Yu was also not afraid. He roared, and his dantian surged. A violent force burst out from his body, forming a solid defense to prevent the invasion of cold air. Even though the wind was howling outside and the cold air was pressing, it could not do anything to him.
"The Big Dipper."
Zheng Yu shouted loudly and raised his hand to perform a special skill. In an instant, the space shook, the earth and the sky roared, and seven stars appeared shiningly. These seven stars were arranged according to the positions of the Big Dipper, which was a complete simulation of the Big Dipper. It was obvious that Zheng Yu's move was also a terrifying killing move with enormous power.
boom!
Under the gazes of those shocked eyes, the two powerful moves collided with each other. In an instant, the space trembled, the wind and clouds surged, and a terrible aura burst out madly, sweeping in all directions with terrifying power and mighty force.
Seeing this, everyone was excited and enthusiastic. The fight between the two true disciples completely ignited the atmosphere of martial arts exchange.
In the end, Tang Xu was more powerful and won the battle.
Since someone had taken the lead, things would be relatively easy. Soon, dozens of battles had passed. Beichen Academy where Wu Chen was located participated in several of them, but the results were not good. Both the true disciples and the ordinary disciples ended up in failure. This made Master Tianchi and the others frown. This kind of start was not very good.
"Is there anyone from Beichenyuan coming down to fight?"
A young man once again set his sights on Beichenyuan. This man's cultivation was at the peak of the ninth level of the Zhenwu Realm, and his strength was quite impressive.
"The situation at Beichen Academy is not good. Someone has singled us out for a challenge."
"Yes, from the beginning till now, we have lost several battles. Ordinary disciples are not good enough, and true disciples are not good enough either."
"In recent years, Beichen Academy's performance in various exchange meetings seems to be poor, and it has shown a clear decline."
"To be honest, it seems that the decline of Beichen Academy has already begun a long time ago. Take the Ten Sects Martial Arts Competition, the largest event in our Dongxuan Region, for example. No one from Beichen Academy has entered the top four for several consecutive sessions."
"I thought that after so much time, the situation in Beichen Academy had improved, but it's still the same. Sigh."
As for Beichen Academy, Shunyan and his group naturally ignored them. They were true disciples and would definitely not take action against ordinary disciples at the peak of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm. Only Zeng Gong and his group could take action.
However, Zeng Gong and the others all frowned. Their Beichen Academy had already lost several games in a row. If they lost this game again, it would be a laughing stock.
"No one's coming down?"
The young man looked at Huang Yunzhong. In his memory, this man seemed to be the leader among the ordinary disciples of Beichen Academy and also the strongest. If he could defeat him, it would be very shocking.
Just as he was about to speak and name someone, a man landed.
"Let me do it."
Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to that person, puzzled and bewildered.
"What's going on, a cultivator of the seventh level of the True Martial Realm?"
"It seems that the Beichen Academy really couldn't find anyone, and actually let a cultivator of the seventh level of the True Martial Realm to play. If this word gets out, it will be a laughing stock."
"Hahaha."
Everyone was talking at once, discussing the matter.
"How did he get up there?"
Zeng Gong and the others looked at each other in surprise. Although Wu Chen only had the cultivation level of the seventh level of the Zhenwu Realm on the surface, his strength was incomparably powerful. Even Huang Yunzhong was not his opponent. He was the strongest among the ten of them. Logically, he should have been the last to go on the field, so why was he on the field now
But it’s better this way. Wu Chen goes on stage, defeats his opponent, wins a game, and lets others see that they have connections in Beichen Academy, and they can’t be challenged by just anyone or any force.
"Who are you, kid?"
The young man looked Wu Chen up and down, his eyes full of disdain. A little kid whose cultivation level was only the seventh level of the True Martial Realm dared to come on the field. He was simply courting death.
"Wu Chen."
Originally, Wu Chen didn't want to come down, but since he joined Beichen Academy, he was a part of Beichen Academy and naturally had to contribute to Beichen Academy.
"You'd better go down and let the strongest person from your Beichen Academy come."
As a cultivator at the seventh level of the True Martial Realm, he couldn't even muster any interest, let alone fight.
"Haha, Song Lian is unwilling to take action because he thinks his opponent's strength is too weak."
"That can't be helped. If it were you, facing a seventh-level True Martial Realm cultivator who has no grudge against you, and in this situation, would you be able to do it?"
"That's true."
Song Lian is the name of the young man.
On the side of Beichen Academy, Zeng Gong and his friends found it a little funny. Isn't the strongest person in their Beichen Academy Wu Chen
“Just give it your all.”
Hearing this, Song Lian became a little angry. This kid really doesn't know what's good for him. If that's the case, then don't blame his men for being ruthless.
"Boy, since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish."
Song Lian pumped his fists, showing anger without intimidation. A powerful aura burst out like a storm, sweeping across. He would deal with this kid first, and it would not be too late to deal with Huang Yunzhong later. It would not take much effort anyway.
"Boy, my punch can kill even a peak warrior at the ninth level of the True Martial Realm. Are you sure you can take it?"
Song Lian threw a punch. The powerful force of the fist surged like a violent storm, sweeping down and rushing straight towards Wu Chen. As long as this punch landed, this kid would be easily defeated without any effort at all.
At this time, Wu Chen also moved. His body shook and a huge force burst out from his body, rushing straight into the sky. The terrible force swept across the entire space, causing the entire venue to tremble violently, with strong winds raging and whistling.
"This power?"