Let You Teach Your Disciples And Make Them All Become Great Emperors?

"What? The Holy Lady has actually comprehended the power of artistic conception, and it is also the relatively rare artistic conception of ice?"

"The Holy Lady is not at the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, but at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion Realm?"

"As expected of my goddess, she's so awesome."

The audience at the scene was shocked and their jaws dropped to the ground when they felt this situation.

"Look at that young man, his disciple is about to be defeated, but he is still in the mood to read there."

At this time, a monk looked at Li Suifeng, who was calmly reading a book, and said.

"I guess he knew his disciple was going to be defeated, so he had already ruined it."

"I think so."

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"This girl Xue'er didn't expect to realize the power of artistic conception, and her cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion Realm. I, the Holy Master, don't even know it. Tell me what this is!"

Murong Weihai looked at Tantai Mieming and said with a stern look on his face.

Tantai Mieming suddenly felt unhappy when he saw the Versailles look on his face.

"Hmph! Be careful of your saintess being defeated by the kid from the opposite side who is in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion Realm."

"Come on, how about we make a bet?"

Murong Weihai suddenly became excited when he heard this.

"I won't bet with you."

Tantai Mieming turned his head and ignored the other party.

"It's so boring!"

Murong Weihai shook his head boredly.

"My true strength?"

At this moment, Mo Bei on the stage heard Murong Xue's words and thought about it.

After thinking for a moment, he finally gave up the idea of ​​going all out.

Now that he has understood the existence of the Sword Realm, if he uses all his strength, he can fight against the Yuanshen Realm monks, let alone Murong Xue who is only in the Purple Mansion Realm.

In the end, Mobei decided to use 60% of his strength to fight against him.

"Brother Mobei, be careful, I'm about to take action."

Murong Xue raised her spirit sword and began to gather strength.

"Feel free to come over here."

Mo Bei smiled confidently.

After hearing this, Murong Xue said no more and started to prepare her ultimate move.

"The mood of ice!"

"The seventh form of the Misty Sword Technique - Frostmourne."

Murong Xue shouted loudly.

The ice-attribute aura in the air gradually appeared, and continued to gather and combine together.

Finally, an ice crystal sword tens of meters long was formed.

And it exuded a bone-chilling chill and a heart-stopping coercion.

It made everyone present couldn't help but tremble.

At the same time, Mo Bei also used his god-level martial arts.

"The artistic conception of the sword!"

"Kill the God with one sword!"

The next moment, pressure that was even more powerful than the moves Murong Xue used swept over,

With the infusion of spiritual energy in Mo Bei's body, the shadow of a huge magic sword began to gradually condense.

"What? This waste from White Jade City is actually so strong?"

The audience at the scene looked at this scene with incredible expressions on their faces.

Seeing a phantom of a tens of meters long magic sword with a domineering and sharp aura, it was about to take shape above Mo Bei's head.

Xihua in the stands finally couldn't sit still.

"We can't let this kid win."

Grandma Xihua thought so in her heart.

She still remembers that she said at the Mo Family in White Jade City that if this kid wins, he will let her die without blinking an eye.

Now if this kid really wins, he will definitely talk about this, so we must find a way to stop this kid.

"Yes."

I don’t know what Grandma Xihua thought, but a cruel smile suddenly appeared on her face.

The next moment, an extremely slender, almost invisible green needle-shaped hidden weapon appeared in her hand.

"Soul-killing needle!"

At the moment when Mobei's martial arts skills were about to be completed, Xihua secretly threw out the needle-like hidden weapon.

At the same time, Li Suifeng also frowned and launched an attack, trying to intercept the needle-like hidden weapon thrown by Xihua.

But what he didn't expect was that the needle-like hidden weapon actually passed through his attack.

Then he passed through the protective light shield on the stage and shot towards Mobei like lightning.

"will die."

Mobei, who felt the crisis of life and death in the ring at this moment,

He decisively forcibly stopped the concentration of moves, twisted his body to the limit, and avoided the fatal blow.

And the needle-like hidden weapon rubbed Mobei's body and shot into the ring, disappearing directly as if it had never appeared.

However, although Mo Bei in the ring dodged the hidden weapon, the backlash that forcibly interrupted the martial arts and Murong Xue's ice crystal sword followed one after another.

"Get out of the way."

Murong Xue shouted loudly, but it seemed that it was too late.

The moment Murong Xue closed her eyes, a slender white figure appeared in front of Mo Bei.

He stretched out a long white finger and pressed it on the incoming ice crystal sword.

When the ice crystal sword touched the finger, it suddenly stopped in place as if the pause button had been pressed.

The next second, it was shattered inch by inch, turning into streaks of mist and disappearing in place.

"Ahem~Master."

Looking at the white-clothed figure in front of him, Mobei couldn't help but shout,

And as soon as he opened his mouth, the injuries that had been suppressed were suddenly affected, and he coughed up a lot of blood in his mouth.

Obviously, forcibly interrupting the performance of god-level martial arts caused extremely serious backlash to him.

Li Suifeng first checked Mobei's injuries and found that they were not fatal.

But after the internal organs and meridians were seriously injured, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he took out a fruit of creation from the storage ring and handed it to Mo Bei.

"Stop talking, eat this fruit, and then leave it to your teacher."

"Um."

Mo Bei obediently took the spirit fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, and then began to cross his legs to heal his injuries.

When Murong Xue saw that Mo Bei had been rescued, she felt relieved and at the same time felt a little guilty.

Just a few seconds away, her Mobei brother died in her hands.

Although she didn't know what happened specifically, there was definitely a fatal crisis that had just happened.

Because she had also felt a powerful threat just now, but the threat was not directed at her, so she did not experience a fatal sense of crisis.

"What's going on? Why did that young man suddenly appear on the stage?"

Many monks still don't understand what happened. After all, what just happened happened in the blink of an eye.

"Then the spiritual fruit that the young man took out turned out to be the legendary fruit of creation?"

Some people also saw the origin of Li Suifeng's spiritual fruit, and their eyes suddenly filled with greed.

above the clouds,

Tantai Mieming and Murong Weihai both looked at the situation in the audience with solemn expressions.

With their strength, they certainly knew what happened at the scene, but what made them look solemn was not what happened at the scene, but Li Suifeng.

None of them noticed how Li Suifeng appeared on the ring just now. You must know that all their attention was focused on the ring just now.

The horror of being able to evade the detection of half-step magical powers is self-evident.

However, Granny Xihua, who was about to die, was happy when she saw the scene on the stage.

She was certain that no one except Li Suifeng had noticed the hidden weapon she launched just now.

Moreover, his soul-killing needle is made of special divine soul power, and objects and spiritual energy cannot touch it at all.

It had just been shot directly into the ground and disappeared, so there was no evidence to prove what she had done.

So she shouted sharply at Li Suifeng on the stage:

"How dare you, the competition is not over yet, how dare you break the rules and leave without permission? Are you planning to admit defeat?"