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

"first round."

"Arena No. 1, Tyrant Sect versus Seven Star Sect."

"On the second stage, Yuhua Sect versus Black and White Academy."

"On the third stage, Jade Girl Sect versus Luo Yun Sect."

"On the fourth stage, Yunlan Sect versus Haotian Sect."

"Please ask the elders of each sect to send disciples to the stage."

As the beautiful presiding woman spoke, the elders of each sect also began to select disciples to come on stage.

"Liu Yuan, you go to the first game."

Hua Mulin said to a Tianji Peak disciple,

Since the competition has just begun, generally each sect will not send strong disciples to the stage, but will choose relatively weak disciples to explore the reality.

Since this has been the case for a long time, this has become a consensus reached by all sects.

However, when Liu Yuan, who had reached the Daotai realm, stepped onto the stage, he discovered that the opponent on the stage was actually a monk in the early stages of the Mingshen Tibetan realm.

Hua Mulin frowned when he saw this scene. The Tyrant Sect obviously had two Taoist realm disciples participating in the competition but they didn't send them to the field?

"Are you ready?"

On the ring, a referee looked at the two sides and asked.

"Ready."

Liu Yuan and the disciples of the Tyrant Sect answered in unison.

"Let's get started when you're ready."

The referee said and left the ring.

"The Binding of Wood."

Because his cultivation was at a disadvantage, Liu Yuan took the lead in launching the attack, and he was also Tianji Peak's specialty martial arts.

The next moment, a vine formed by wood-attribute spiritual energy emerged from under the ring, trying to wrap around the disciples of the Tyrant Sect on the opposite side.

However, when the disciple of the Tyrant Sect saw this scene, he sneered, stamped his feet, and rose into the air.

Upon seeing this, Liu Yuan quickly controlled the vines and chased away.

"Open Mountain Palm!"

The disciples of the Tyrant Sect in the air shouted loudly when they saw this,

Suddenly, a spiritual energy palm shadow fell from the sky, smashing the pursuing vines into energy starlight, which dissipated in the air.

"If you have this little ability, you'd better die."

After the disciples of the Tyrant Sect mocked, they launched an attack directly.

"Mizongbu! Tyrant Fist!"

As the Tyrant Sect disciple shouted, his right fist was suddenly wrapped by a spiritual energy fist shadow.

Then he directly stepped on the Huang-level movement technique and attacked Liu Yuan.

"Rattan Cage!"

When Liu Yuan saw this, he immediately used his spiritual energy rattan to weave a cage and wrap himself in it.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you by hiding in a turtle shell? Break it into pieces for me!"

The disciples of the Tyrant Sect shouted loudly and punched the rattan cage directly.

But the cage only lasted for one breath before it was punched away by the disciple of Ba Tian Sect.

Then he punched Liu Yuan on the chest, causing him to vomit blood and fly backwards.

"I think……"

Seeing that he was no match for the opponent, Liu Yuan quickly wanted to admit defeat.

"Want to admit defeat? Have you asked me?"

The disciple of the Ba Tian Sect walked to Liu Yuan's side and pinched Liu Yuan's mouth, making him speechless.

The other hand hit Liu Yuan's stomach in circles.

Suddenly, streams of blood spurted out from Liu Yuan's mouth.

The appearance is extremely miserable.

"We, the Seven Star Sect, admit defeat!"

Hua Mulin couldn't stand it any longer and spoke directly to the referee in Arena No. 1.

Unexpectedly, the referee said calmly: "For the competition to be valid, the participants must admit defeat in person."

"What?"

When Hua Mulin heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth and looked at the Tianji Peak disciple on the stage who was full of unwillingness. They were his Tianji Peak disciples, but he could only watch the other disciple being beaten to death little by little.

"Go to hell!"

The disciple of Naba Tianzong kicked Liu Yuan off the ring with his last kick.

Then he glanced provocatively in the direction where the Seven Star Sect people were,

Hua MuLin saw this and quickly took him into his arms.

At this moment, Liu Yuan was exhaling more air than inhaling, and was about to die.

At this time, Li Suifeng took out a fruit of creation and stuffed it into his mouth.

Only then did he regain his vitality, and his body's functions slowly recovered.

"Thank you, little junior brother."

Seeing that Liu Yuan had saved his life, Hua Mulin quickly thanked Li Suifeng,

He knew that the elixir that could bring a person back from the brink of death must be extremely precious.

"You're welcome, senior brother, let's have someone take my nephew back for training first."

Li Suifeng suggested.

"good."

Hua Mulin saw that Liu Yuan's injury was still stable, so he handed him over to the disciples stationed at the Seven Star Sect and asked them to take him back.

"Uncle Master, let me play in the next game."

"Uncle Master, let me play in the next game."

"Let me go."

…

When the chiefs of each peak saw Hua MuLin coming back, they immediately asked for a fight with angry faces.

"Quiet!"

Hua Mulin frowned and gave a soft drink, which made the disciples from all peaks quiet down.

"The next game is Sword Seven."

Hua MuLin pondered for a moment and directly sent out Jian Qi from Yu Heng Peak.

Jian Qi is a sword cultivator with relatively strong combat power. He also broke through to the middle stage of Shenzang Realm yesterday, and his strength is second only to Shui Qianrou and Xu Huaian.

When Jian Qi saw Hua Mulin sending him up, he no longer hesitated and flew directly up to the ring.

When the Tyrant Sect saw this, they directly sent out the disciple who was going to fight this time. He was also a monk in the middle stage of the Divine Treasure Realm.

The enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other, so the two of them didn't waste any time and directly picked up the spiritual weapons and started fighting with their fists.

"The first of the nine sword styles - Sword One."

As Jian Xuan drank lightly, a spiritual sword shadow suddenly appeared on his spiritual sword, greatly increasing the power of his spiritual sword.

"Batian Fist!"

Seeing this, the disciples of the Naba Tian Sect also displayed their special martial arts.

Wrapping the spiritual energy around his fist, he formed a powerful fist shadow that collided with Jian Qi.

"The second form of the Nine Sword Styles - Sword Two."

"Invincible Iron Fist!"

"Sword Three."

The two sides kept moving around, looking for each other's weaknesses, and then fought together.

For a moment, the ring was filled with fist shadows and sword lights.

After the final touch, both sides looked at each other breathlessly.

"Drawing the Sword Technique!"

Seeing this, Jian Qi knew it was time to decide the outcome, so he directly started to gather momentum and performed the sword drawing technique.

Although he has only practiced this martial art for a few months, he has already achieved a small degree of success.

The next moment, a terrifying bright sword light slashed out from the spirit sword in Jian Qi's hand, and quickly slashed towards the disciple of the Ba Tian Sect.

"What? He still has the energy to perform such a powerful move?"

The disciples of Naba Tianzong were shocked when they saw this, and quickly used martial arts to defend themselves.

"Tyrant Shield!"

As the disciple of the Ba Tian Sect shouted violently, a shield appeared in front of him and collided with the sword light.

"you lose!"

Suddenly a voice sounded in the ears of the disciple of Naba Tianzong. It turned out that Jian Qi directly followed the sword light and came to the side of Naba Tianzong disciple.

"What?"

Before the disciple of the Ba Tian Sect had time to react, he found that his head felt weightless, and at the same time he saw a headless corpse with his eyes.

Oh, it turned out to be his body.