Super Sect Development System

"this……"

It was also the first time for the old man of the Underworld to hear the secrets about canonization. He felt shocked and incredible at the same time:

"So for canonization, which one is better, the one with high talent... or the one with low talent...?"

Jiangyin Half Saint smiled, "That's it, you are enlightened when you realize it.

"In short, the road to sainthood is more difficult than you can imagine..."

Then he once again set his sights on the competition between the two geniuses.

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In the high tower competition stage, An Shuyao and the tall beauty from the Saint clan were already fighting together.

Both of them have top-notch looks, so during the battle, their clothes are windy and their skirts are flying, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

Li Qingyun raised his eyebrows. He found that while these two beauties were fighting, everyone present was looking at them surprisingly seriously...

Of course, the strength of these two people should not be underestimated. Although they are between 10,000 and 30,000 years old, they have reached the peak of becoming kings, which is very scary.

An Shuyao was holding a long sword, her delicate body dancing with the long sword, and the blue ribbon flying behind her, giving the sword, a weapon with great killing power, a somewhat elegant fairy air.

And the beautiful lady from the Holy Clan named Wan Fei holds a set of tiger claws in both hands, and her offensive is extremely fierce. She is always trying to break through An Shuyao's long sword defense and fight close to her.

"Looks like he can't beat me." Ren muttered from the side.

Zhou Yaoqiao also frowned, secretly sweating for An Shuyao.

But Li Qingyun looked at the Saints in confusion, feeling a little weird.

Although Zhou Yao Qiao and Ren Ren felt that An Shuyao was being pressed down and beaten, which was a bit dangerous, but in his perception,

An Shuyao has abundant spiritual power and perfect swordsmanship. Although she has not yet reached the level of swordsmanship, her lethality is no longer comparable to that of Wan Fei, a beauty from the holy race.

This Wan Fei...

Somewhat surprisingly weak.

It seems that like Naringsen before, his combat experience is too weak.

Suddenly, Li Qingyun's pupils shrank slightly and he discovered something.

He saw that the halberd-wielding Saint Lingsen who had just been defeated had returned to the Saints' team.

However, he stood at the very edge of the last row.

The holy world is the same as the spiritual world. In the relationship between monks, the farther back you are, the worse your position is.

Ling Sen's position represents the worst status and the weakest strength...

In other words, this Lingsen is actually the weakest among the saints.

His eyes moved slightly and he saw the position of the holy beauty Wan Fei.

The position where Wan Fei originally stood was also the same position as Ling Sen, but on the other side.

Although Wan Fei is good-looking, she is also one of the lowest status and strength among the saints.

He then looked at the saint who was about to play in the third game. This saint was fat and had practiced for ten thousand years.

And his position is only one position closer to the inside than Naringsen.

In other words, these three people are actually the weakest three in the Saint team.

To communicate with the spirit world, the Saint Clan sent the three weakest people.

They are testing the strength of the spiritual world.

"drink!"

At this moment, on the competition stage, An Shuyao gave a sweet shout and her sword energy flew into the air.

next moment,

Wan Fei's delicate body flew out from the competition stage and landed on the ground.

"Swallow!"

The moment Wan Fei failed to land, An Shuyao's figure suddenly followed, took out a pill from the storage space, and placed it in front of Wan Fei's lips.

Wan Fei hesitated.

"This is a special elixir for treating sword wounds. It will be useful for your injury." An Shuyao urged with an anxious look on her face, obviously very concerned about Wan Fei's injury.

Concubine Wan felt warm in her heart and swallowed the pill.

An Shuyao gently lifted Wan Fei up and walked towards the side of the saint clan.

"Thanks to everyone, Taoist Fellow Wanfei has taken a special elixir to treat sword wounds. If you go back and rest for a few days, you can recover from this minor injury."

Concubine Wan looked pale and nodded gently to An Shuyao, full of gratitude.

The competition was a competition, but the care after the competition made her full of affection for this gentle woman from the Spirit Tribe.

"Go." An Shuyao gently patted Concubine Wan on the shoulder.

Concubine Wan looked at Jin Xiao in the center of the saint team and said ashamedly: "Jin Xiao...I'm sorry!"

The shame of a beautiful woman always makes people feel distressed, but Jin Xiao just nodded expressionlessly and waved: "Come back."

"yes."

Wan Fei slowly stood in the ranks of the saints.

An Shuyao nodded to Jin Xiao, turned and left.

"Fellow Daoist An, you did a good job!" When Sikong saw An Shuyao coming back, he took the initiative to praise him for the first time.

An Shuyao smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Sikong actually stopped practicing?"

Sikong said: "Watching everyone's battles is also a kind of practice, so I am still practicing."

An Shuyao was stunned and said, "As expected of fellow Taoist Sikong."

"Let's start the third competition."

From the side of the Saints, Jin Xiao's voice came again, interrupting everyone's conversation.

Huang Siyuan walked out of the crowd proudly, ready to fight.

An Shuyao quietly stepped forward and whispered: "Fellow Daoist Huang, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."

Huang Siyuan raised his head: "What? Are you reminding me not to strike too hard?"

An Shuyao shook her head: "No, I am reminding fellow Daoist Huang that this is our first exchange and discussion with the Saint Clan. Now we have won two games."

"It turns out that this is what Fellow Daoist An said,"

Huang Siyuan raised his head higher:

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist An. You just need to watch the battle carefully and see how I deal with that fat Saint clan man."

"When we communicate with this holy clan, we will definitely win the first battle and achieve a complete victory."

An Shuyao: "..."

"Young Daoist Huang may have misunderstood what I meant. What I meant was..."

"This is our first time communicating with the Holy Clan. We can't make it too ugly. If we win all three games, we still have to give them some face."

Huang Siyuan raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"So, it is best to lose to the Saints in this third game to save them face so that we can continue to get along with each other in the future. After all, I will be here to get along with them for a long time." An Shuyao explained.

"hehe……"

Unexpectedly, Huang Siyuan just sneered and said: "Why should I do this when I lose?"

"Isn't this...isn't this the order in which I discussed it before?"

Huang Siyuan said calmly: "Huang doesn't agree."

"If this holy clan really lost all three games, it's because their skills are inferior to others, and the weak do not deserve to have face."

"yellow……"

"No need to say any more, Huang has made up his mind!"

After saying that, Huang Siyuan stepped forward, stepped onto the competition stage, gave a slight glance to the saints who were waiting to take the stage, and said contemptuously:

"you?"

"Why don't you come up and die?"

below,

Ren Ren murmured in a low voice: "How did he survive until now when he looked like he was about to die..."