Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

Qi Yurou frowned slightly, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Junior Brother Jiang is serious. Although I have initially broken the bottleneck, I still need a retreat to step into Xuanyue Realm. It's too early to say at this time, but..."

Having said that, she shook her head and sighed, looking a little depressed, and her eyes became complicated.

"Oh?" Jiang Tian's eyes moved slightly.

Qi Yurou shook her head and sighed, and said with a helpless wry smile: "You have also seen my situation. After the bottleneck was loosened, the blood and spiritual power began to become restless. Once you feel the aura of the Xuanyue realm, it will run on its own. It is really difficult to control."

"This is normal! This shows that your spiritual power has reached its peak, and it is no problem to advance to Xuanyue Realm. You don't need to deliberately suppress it at this time, just let it run!"

Jiang Tian nodded and smiled, comforting the other party.

Although he is still at the late stage of the Chongyang Realm, and is still one step away from the Quasi-Profound Realm, his spiritual strength and total amount are far superior to Qi Yurou's, and even surpassed many Xuanyue Realm warriors. Of course, there is enough right to speak.

As for the experience in cultivation, it is even more incomparable to the other party!

Under the guidance of a few words, Qi Yurou's heart suddenly became clear, and she put aside her worries and let the blood and spiritual power run by itself. After a short period of discomfort, the breath in her body quickly became stable.

"It really works!" Qi Yurou's pretty eyes sparkled, excited, "Junior Brother Jiang, I really have you!"

"Hehe, trivial things are not worth mentioning." Jiang Tian smiled lightly, and then turned his attention to the ring again.

At this moment, the fight in the arena had reached a fever pitch, and the two inner disciples each exerted their full strength, preparing for the final fight.

The rumbling muffled sound and the tyrannical fluctuations of spiritual power exploded in all directions, causing the eyes of the spectators in front of the ring to jump wildly, shouting "wonderful!"

After a moment of fierce fighting, the tall green-robed disciple Brother Ge finally gained the upper hand, seized the fleeting opportunity to strike with a heavy punch, and forcibly knocked the opponent off the ring.

"Brother Zhu, let me go!" Brother Ge was obviously in a good mood after winning, he cupped his hands and smiled, and greeted his opponents under the ring.

"Hey! It's only a half move, only a half move!" The disciple surnamed Zhu gritted his teeth and sighed, his fists were clenched, and he looked annoyed.

But the outcome has already been decided, no matter how unwilling he is, he cannot save the defeat, so he can only accept the result.

After gritting his teeth and letting out a sullen breath, he bowed his hands to the opponent with a livid face: "If you lose, you will lose. There is nothing to say. Brother Ge is better at it. Congratulations!"

After the disciple surnamed Zhu finished speaking, he bowed his head and turned away without waiting for the other party's response. He left the crowd far away, and there was a call in front of the ring, and everyone congratulated this Senior Brother Ge for passing the test.

"Senior brother Ge is amazing for winning nine games in a row!"

"Hahaha, one more round will pass the test, Senior Brother Ge seems to be sure of it!"

"Needless to say, the nine-game winning streak has already demonstrated strength, and there is no problem at all in the last game!"

The crowd praised him for a while, and Senior Brother Ge couldn't help being in a good mood. He proudly glanced around, and no one dared to challenge him on stage.

"Next!" The urging voice of the deacon disciple sounded, and everyone still hesitated.

However, this situation didn't last long. A moment later, an inner disciple walked out from the crowd and came to the ring.

The light blue martial robe wrapped around his figure made his already slender figure look even thinner, and his performance was also very low-key, with his head lowered from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even look at Senior Brother Ge on the ring .

Everyone couldn't help but feel that this person seemed to lack confidence and had no momentum to win at all.

"Who is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

"Looking at his clothes, he should have been promoted by Tianxu Peak, it's weird, I haven't noticed it before!"

Several outer disciples stared at him for a moment, scratching their heads.

In their impression, it seems that they don't remember such a number one person.

Not only these outer disciples were puzzled, but even many inner disciples looked bewildered, because they were not familiar with this person in front of them. I'm afraid that if it wasn't for this martial arts competition, they wouldn't even know that there was such a person in the sect!

"It's strange! Although there are many inner disciples, there are almost no one that I, Che Qing, don't know. But where did this guy come from? Why don't I seem to have seen him?"

"Huh? I don't know this person either. Who is he?"

"This junior brother, what's your name?"

Someone couldn't help asking, but that person didn't respond as if he didn't hear it!

The deacon disciple in front of the arena frowned slightly: "The challenger is on stage, please name him!"

The disciple in the light blue martial robe nodded lightly and walked forward: "Inner sect, Pang Ning!"

"Pang Ning?" The deacon disciple was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then he seemed to remember something. He took out a booklet with his right hand and quickly flipped through it, but only flipped it once, and saw it in the lower left corner of the second page. the name.

"Huh? I was promoted to the inner sect five years ago, it's strange!"

The deacon disciple blurted out subconsciously, put away the booklet and looked at Pang Ning suspiciously, a little puzzled.

Ordinarily, a disciple who has been promoted to the inner sect for five years should be well known by everyone, why is he so unfamiliar, giving people a mysterious look?

But he didn't think too much about it, as long as this person was on the roster.

The deacon disciple suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, waved his hands and said, "Go to the stage!"

Pang Ning nodded lightly, and landed on the ring in a flash. His head was still bowed, and his untied long hair hung down in a mess, almost covering half of his face, making people unable to see his true appearance.

"This Pang Ning is interesting!" Jiang Tian smiled leisurely, his eyes swept over Pang Ning, and a gleam of light shone in his eyes.

"Tianxu Peak's promoted disciple, have you heard of this person, Junior Brother Jiang?" Qi Yurou asked with a frown, curious about this mysterious Pang Ning.

"No, I've been practicing for less than a year, and I've spent most of my time cultivating. I can't even recognize Tianxu's existing disciples." Jiang Tian shook his head and smiled, mocking himself a bit.

On the ring, Senior Brother Ge's eyes flashed strangely, and he was a little speechless by the opponent's mysterious behavior.

"Ge Tiebing, the inner sect, dare to ask which elder this fellow sect is a teacher of?"

Pang Ning didn't answer, but moved his feet differently, bowed his head and said, "Let's shoot!"

"Huh?" Ge Tiebing's face darkened slightly, a little annoyed.

It's all for the other party to play tricks, but he still responds rudely to his inquiry, it's really a bit ignorant.

He let out a breath of sullen breath slowly, his eyes were slightly cold, and his expression became extremely proud.

"Ge has won nine games in a row. If you beat you, you will be able to advance. Please forgive me for offending me!" Ge Tiebing shook his green robe, his distracting thoughts disappeared, his breath suddenly rose, and he snorted coldly and clapped his palms. out.