Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith

But the disciples of the other small sects who came to watch the battle with their master were all dumbfounded.

An eighteen-year-old fifth-level warrior is already a first-class genius in their sect, and some disciples of the sect are only at this level, but the disciples of the Xingyao Sect and the Bixia Sect In your eyes, this is nothing at all?

Are the disciples of these two sects really that strong?

In fact, although the disciples of the two sects had a lot of exaggeration when they talked to each other because of bickering, the cultivation level of the first-level fifth-layer realm is indeed not very high.

In this kind of group arena, in order to prevent the main disciples who are the trump card in the sect from accidentally missing, or their strength is consumed, ordinary disciples are sent first.

These people who are vying to be on the stage now know that they are absolutely impossible to be the final champion, but it is also a rare opportunity to show their face on such an occasion, in front of so many great powers from the Southern and Western Regions!

If he could defeat his opponent beautifully, he might be able to attract the attention of his sect's higher-ups, and become a key talent in the sect's cultivation!

The battle in the arena was quite intense, and the two fighters fought for more than a quarter of an hour before the winner could be counted.

The disciples of the Bixia Sect won the victory because of their slightly higher cultivation base, and became the ring masters.

However, before he had time to cheer, another Xingyao Sect disciple jumped onto the ring and challenged him!

This time, the other party came prepared and came up to challenge after seeing that the attributes of the two martial arts were incompatible.

Therefore, the disciple of the Bixia Sect was immediately beaten into a disheveled state, and rolled down the stage in despair. The whole process did not exceed twenty breaths!

However, the new champion couldn't hold his position firmly and was quickly kicked off the stage.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the competition arena was very high, and the champions changed like a revolving lantern.

This kind of tug-of-war is the easiest to arouse the hostility between the two sides, and the scolding battle among the disciples in the audience has gradually reached a climax.

Huang Yueli looked at it a few more times at first, but after a while, she began to feel drowsy.

She rested her chin with her hands, and tried her best to resist Zhou Gong's call, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

In order to refresh her mind, she quickly turned her head and called the man beside her, "Mo Ying, what are you thinking?"

Beside her, Li Moying's handsome face was as cold and indifferent as ever, looking ahead calmly, as if he didn't feel bored at all.

However, he did not answer Huang Yueli's question.

Huang Yueli frowned, "Mo Ying?"

Still no sound.

She finally couldn't help it, leaned over and poked his arm, poked once, but there was no response, poked again, still no response.

Huang Yueli raised her eyebrows, and patted him on the shoulder forcefully, Li Moying suddenly trembled, and turned to look at her.

"Hmm...Little Li'er, what's the matter?"

He had a calm expression and a dignified and elegant demeanor, without any signs of guilt or fright.

Three black lines slid down Huang Yueli's forehead. This man...was clearly asleep just now! He can actually fall asleep sitting up!

She gave Li Moying a blank look, and said angrily, "Sect Master Li, is it really okay for you to be like this? If the disciples who fought hard in the audience knew that their beloved Young Sect Master fell asleep, what would they think?" ?”