Emperor Yutianwu

Feeling the power of thunder, Zi Jin and Liu Qingcheng's bodies trembled slightly, a little numb.

"Hmph!" Zi Jin snorted, and then stepped aside, but her face was not good. She was Liu Qingcheng's senior sister, and entered the Fairy Palace many years earlier than Liu Qingcheng, but today, Liu Qingcheng wanted to attack her directly and openly because of a wild man.

As for Liu Qingcheng, her autumn eyes were like ice, and she looked at Zi Jin coldly without saying a word.

"Another hundred years, today's Tianhua Banquet is still the same as in previous years. Only those who have practiced for less than a hundred years and are below the middle level of saints are selected. Come on stage."

As soon as these words fell, the disciples of Tianhua Fairy Palace became excited, rubbing their hands, and eager to go to the battle stage.

"Wait for me." Liu Qingcheng also looked at Chu Yan at this time and said softly. Chu Yan smiled and nodded. Since he was here, he would accompany Liu Qingcheng to complete the selection of the saint this time.

The rules of the Tianhua Banquet are very simple. There are six pillars on the competition stage, and each pillar represents the six realms of the lower and middle sages.

The disciples are divided according to their realms. They will first compete one by one on the battlefield of the only son to accumulate their battle records. They can also compete against each other at a higher level. The record will double for each level. Disciples can only challenge those above them. Those with higher realms are not allowed to challenge those below them. In the end, the one with the highest record, plus the evaluation of the elders of the Tianhua Fairy Palace, will achieve the position of the Son of God and the Daughter of God.

Liu Qingcheng first entered the sage and walked to the first pillar.

Zi Jin is a middle sage, standing above the fourth-level sage.

"Let's start." Lei Yanxianzun spoke calmly from above.

As his voice fell, a disciple stood on each pillar. The most eye-catching one was naturally the battle on the high-level battlefield, because the higher the realm, the stronger the brilliance caused.

"Brother Lu is so strong." Someone whispered at this time. On the fifth battle stage, Lu Tingfeng was extremely domineering. He should have practiced a kind of war beast magical power. His skin was like a monster armor, emitting a red light. Every punch he threw was like thunder, and the stars fell.

"The sixth battle stage was also glorious. Brother Wu was completely invincible, and his realm was higher. All those who challenged him were defeated." On the sixth battle stage, Wu Daochang's only son stood in a corner with his hands behind his back, and his body was shining with golden light, like a golden god of war.

"Prince Wu's fighting power is very strong, comparable to ordinary upper-class saints. Zhanwu Immortal Kingdom, I'm afraid that another extraordinary immortal will be born soon." Below, the people of the Lu family praised.

Seeing this, an elder of Zhanwu Immortal Kingdom stroked his beard with satisfaction: "It's really good."

This is just the beginning. Wu Daochang, a sixth-level saint, stood on the highest divine pillar. It stands to reason that the pressure there should be the greatest, but he was very calm from beginning to end.

On the sixth stage, people kept challenging, but Wu Daochang only fought once, and no one challenged again.

"Everyone, there is no point in us continuing to fight. As long as Senior Brother Wu is still here, even if only one of us wins, we will still not be his opponent." At this time, someone on the sixth stage suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Another disciple frowned.

"Let's challenge Senior Brother Wu first. If we can win, we will fight for the strongest. If not, there is no need to waste time again. How about it?" Someone else spoke.

"You mean, join forces?" Hearing what that person said, there were obviously some upright Tianjiao who disdained, but they had to admit that he was right. There could only be one person left on each stage. If Wu Daochang didn't solve it, they would lose sooner or later.

"Do you have any other ideas? Or just give up this opportunity?" The disciple who spoke first said indifferently.

Everyone hesitated, and finally one person nodded, with a fierce look in his eyes: "It's feasible."

"Fight." Finally at this time, everyone trembled, and people from all sides stepped out, no longer fighting, but surrounded Wu Daochang.

"Is this still possible?" Many disciples frowned slightly after seeing this scene: "Isn't this too shameless?"

"There is no fairness in the Tianhua Banquet election. Just like the survival in the fairyland, there are no rules." A disciple said helplessly.

"Brother Wu, I'm sorry." Several disciples stepped out and stood there. Wu Daochang also frowned, but it was fleeting. He didn't care and said lightly: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Do it!" Everyone didn't waste words. It was not glorious to join forces on the battle stage to target one person. Talking more would only make it more embarrassing. Only by defeating Wu Daochang first, they would have a chance.

"Boom!" On the sixth battle stage, endless vitality light rose into the sky, various colors, and the air burst into a sound of tut-tut. Endless magical powers descended and rushed towards Wu Daochang to kill.

Wu Daochang stood there all the time, looking down on everything. Then he raised his hand, and a long spear burst out. He stepped into the air, and his figure seemed to stand at the highest point in the world, allowing all the brilliance to fall when it touched him and be trampled under his feet.

"Boom!" With a loud tremor, everyone was stunned. Another person in the distance burst out. He held a black dagger in his hand and stabbed Wu Daochang's chest, but only for a moment, Wu Daochang turned around, raised his long spear, and it seemed like a dragon shadow, slamming into the man.

"Wow!" The disciple screamed directly, vomited blood and flew away.

The eyes of all parties were fixed. This was too violent.

Being surrounded and killed by others, he was still invincible.

"Brother Wu is really strong." A female disciple in the audience couldn't help but chuckle: "Looking at the fairyland, I'm afraid no one in the younger generation can compare with Brother Wu. This generation of Saint Son is none other than him."

"No one can compare?" After everyone heard the woman's words, an immortal from the First Immortal Kingdom smiled and shook his head: "Prince Wu's performance today was indeed unexpectedly powerful, but to say that no one can compare is an exaggeration. I know a little bit, but I only know one person who is no worse than Prince Wu in this fairyland."

"It's ridiculous. Senior Brother Wu fought against the top ten today. He is invincible in the same realm. Is there anyone in the Immortal Realm who can compare with him?" The woman said unconvinced: "Then tell me, who is it?"

As the Immortal Lord spoke, he looked at each other and said with a faint smile: "Two years ago, the Demon Mountain came and the Cholera Immortal Territory caused a lot of commotion. I was lucky enough to go to the Demon Mountain for a visit, and I have seen his grace."

Everyone's eyes were fixed, and when they mentioned Monster Mountain, they naturally knew who the old man was talking about.

"Indeed, even though I was not present at the Demon Mountain, I have heard that on that day, Chu Yan accepted the two major forces of the Huaqing Immortal Dynasty and the Sword God Mountain to fight on the same territory. He was invincible and truly a genius." At this time, some disciples from the Huaqing Immortal Dynasty also laughed.

"So what? Even Chu Yan was only a first-level sage at the beginning. The higher the realm, the greater the gap. Moreover, even if there are twenty people, Brother Wu may not be defeated." The woman said a little unconvinced.

At this time, the sixth battle stage was over. Wu Daochang defeated several people, causing all the disciples who had joined forces to retreat and stop taking action.

Wu Daochang also heard the conversation in the audience, nodded slightly, and looked extremely arrogant: "I have also heard of the name Chu Yan, at least in rumors, he should be a person, but it is a pity that I have never seen him. I and He is not in the same realm, so there is no need to compare him. If we have a chance to meet him in the fairyland in the future, we will definitely compare his strengths and weaknesses. "

When everyone heard this, their eyes couldn't help but become weird. Wudaochang's words sounded very powerful. However, his words also made people think that he was Chu Yan. I am afraid that he was so powerful, but he may not be very strong. .

"Senior Brother Wu is so courageous. Just for this reason, how can Chu Yan compare with you?" the female disciple said with a smile.

The old Immortal Lord who spoke before shook his head and didn't say much. Is it just a rumor?

Halfway through the battle platform, at this time, a terrible collision was taking place on the fourth battle platform, with continuous flames and shocking rocks.

The people fighting were two women, one of whom was Zi Jin, and the other was Mengyi, a talented disciple of the Earth Immortal Palace.

Mengyi is also very famous in Tianhua Immortal Palace. Some people say that she is likely to become a saint. She traveled with several immortals in Earth Immortal Palace in her early years and has a very good talent.

At this moment, on the battlefield, Mengyi's autumn eyes were indifferent, her jade hands kept waving, and the sky was filled with rays of light, as if there were divine birds descending, trying to penetrate the earth.

Zijin was also very powerful. The red whip in his hand was like a long dragon. With a flick of his wrist, the sound of thunder sounded, and he continuously struck Mengyi.

"Bang!" At this moment, there was a crisp sound, Mengyi's divine bird shattered, the fire whip broke through the defense, and hit her petite body directly, making her frown lightly and quickly retreat, but Zi Jin took advantage of it. Sheng pursued, the red whip kept coming, and with another snap, Mengyi was whipped out, leaving a red blood mark on her jade neck.

"Senior sister, I accept the concession." Zijin retracted his hand and chuckled at Mengyi.

Mengyi narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Zijin, still a little unbelievable, but she was calm, turned around and walked slowly off the stage.

However, this battle immediately caused a huge uproar in the audience.

Mengya was defeated and Zijin won. This was an outcome that no one expected.

Chu Yan kept staring at the scene on the stage, and then shook his head. Maybe others couldn't tell, but he was good at fire patterns and had practiced the Eyes of the World. Naturally, some small moves could not be hidden from him.

On Zi Jin's fire whip, there is a formation of fire patterns carved on it. It is hidden under the vitality and is difficult to detect. Otherwise, she would not have been able to break through Mengyi's defense in the previous battle.

But since he was an outsider, he naturally wouldn't point it out. He slowly turned around and looked at the alluring battle platform.

At this time, Liu Qingcheng had defeated eight people in a row on the first stage. He was the one with the best record, and he started to cross the border to challenge the second stage. He couldn't help but smile brightly, feeling happy for him: "This girl has become very strong."

Of course, he doesn't care about the identity of the saint, no matter how Liu Qingcheng is, she is his wife. As long as she is here, he will do everything possible to protect her.

But Liu Qingcheng won the glory, and he would be happy for it.

However, at this moment, a thumping sound attracted the attention of many people. Below, they saw a beautiful figure leaping up from the battle platform. The red phoenix was floating in the wind, which was extremely moving, just like the mysterious goddess of the Nine Heavens. She Just like that, we jumped to the fourth stage in one step.

"What is she going to do?"