Supreme Martial God Technique

The appearance of the Shadow of the Martial God, the Martial Spirit.

Wu Yun's cultivation level increased to the third level.

Reached the third level of the volleying realm.

A long time ago, the Martial God's Shadow Martial Spirit transformed to the point where Wu Yun could maintain the third level of growth within the volley realm.

This is still the case even if it crosses the great realm between the Divine Transformation Realm and the Soaring Sky Realm.

This is the power of martial arts, which can never be compared with those amplified martial arts.

As for reaching the Yuanhe realm, if the next transformation is not carried out, the increase may be reduced to two levels or even one level.

But these are not what Wu Yun should worry about now.

boom!

In the quiet room, there was a sound of something falling to the ground.

It turned out that the big mallet in Liu Moyan's hand fell off.

At this moment, Liu Moyan's face was full of horror.

Although she had long guessed that Wu Yun might have hidden his cultivation.

But never thought that so much was hidden.

From the third level of Tianzun Realm, he suddenly transformed into the ninth level of Divine Transformation Realm.

No, it’s not just the ninth level of the Divine Transformation Realm.

This is the third level of the volleying realm.

One level more than Yuan Youxing.

Soon, Liu Moyan thought of a question.

Said: "Wu Yun, what is the origin of this figure of yours? As far as I know, it is definitely not a martial skill. The last time I saw you fighting against the flaming sharp-toothed tiger, you continued to use it for nearly half an hour. If it is an increase Martial arts, after taking so long, have already been exhausted by you.”

"Well..."

Wu Yun was about to speak but stopped.

Liu Moyan said: "That's not what I meant. What I meant is, if you use it on the competition stage, will you be targeted by others?"

Wu Yun smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will use it as a martial skill when the time comes, and there will be no flaws. Besides, you also thought it was a martial skill at first, right?"

Liu Moyan nodded slightly, now she didn't have to worry anymore.

With Wu Yun's cultivation, this figure was added.

Even against Yuan Youxing, there is no big problem.

"By the way, you will also participate, right?"

Wu Yun asked suddenly.

Liu Moyan nodded and said: "Well, I will try my best to catch up with you."

After thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong with her words and said, "If you can't catch up, I will wait for you to come back."

Wu Yun nodded slightly.

After Liu Moyan left, Wu Yun returned to his cultivation state.

After one night, it was the day of the primary competition in a blink of an eye.

Today's Tianlong Academy martial arts performance field is packed with people.

Speaking of which, everyone has a chance to participate in the college's preliminary competition.

But most people are self-aware.

The three major echelons of the academy already have seventeen people.

There is no doubt that these seventeen people are the top seventeen people in the academy.

And among these seventeen people, only ten have a chance.

Seven of them will lose the election, and the remaining disciples have even less hope.

Unless there is a strange person like Wu Yun who is not ranked but has made rapid progress.

Generally speaking, very few other disciples will sign up to compete.

Why humiliate yourself when you know you will lose?

The arena is crowded with people.

Wu Shengling personally presided over this preliminary competition.

Lin Wubiao, Long Xiao and other elders and deacons were sitting under the competition platform.

However, the faces of the three elders Lin Wubiao were not very good at this moment.

Because in previous years, Lin Wubiao was the host.

Therefore, the three of them had thought of so many ways to prepare against Wu Yun in the past few days.

But who would have thought that Wu Shengling would actually ask to host the event in person this time.

As a result, many of the methods he had come up with in the past few days could not be used.

It can be said that all the work was in vain, and his face naturally looked ugly.

Seventeen names are written on a crystal plaque next to the competition platform.

Originally there were three major echelons in the academy.

There are five people in the first echelon, five people in the second echelon, and seven people in the third echelon.

Including Wu Yun, a total of eighteen people signed up for the preliminary competition.

But Yuchi Jiafeng suddenly died a few days ago, so the number of people returned to seventeen.

Following Wu Shengling's announcement, the contestants slowly walked onto the competition stage.

It has to be said that one of them is more popular than the other.

The last ones to play were Yuan Youxing and Wu Yun.

These two people directly raised the atmosphere of the scene to the highest level.

They couldn't wait to see how easy it would be for Yuan Youxing, who was at the second level of the volley realm, to crush his opponent.

But they wanted to see if Wu Yun had any hidden skills.

Is he really at the third level of Tianzun Realm?

The first choice in this term's primary election, does he have any hope?

Soon, Wu Shengling announced the rules.

It was actually a method of selecting opponents by drawing lots.

Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar.

Lin Wubiao even slapped the table and stood up.

He said angrily: "Dean, why did you suddenly change the rules? Don't they usually choose their own opponents?"

Soon, there were also sounds of surprise from the crowd.

"Yeah, why did the rules suddenly change?"

Wu Shengling looked at everyone and said: "The decision by drawing lots is more fair. Everyone has the same chance. By observing the rules of selecting opponents by oneself, many people often pick the same person at the same time, which is really unfair to the disciples."

"I think you also hope that the academy's competition rules will become more fair, right?"

After hearing this, the discussion in the audience gradually became quieter.

Apparently he also approved Wu Shengling's answer.

But Lin Wubiao did not give in at all. He slammed the table again and said, "Dean, what do you mean by this? How come we elders have no idea about changing the rules of the preliminary competition? Don't we elders have the right to ask?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene of tens of thousands of people suddenly fell silent.

They knew that the elders and the dean were arguing again.

This situation has happened before, but it was rare.

But recently, the conflict between them seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

There are frequent fierce quarrels.

Wu Shengling frowned slightly and said, "Elder Lin, it's not that you have no right to ask, you haven't asked me at all?"

He smiled and said, "Besides, you are the elders of the college, and your responsibility is to maintain the stability of the college. As for the matter of making rules, it is the deacons who should handle it. After all, you are old, and I am afraid that you will be overworked, so I didn't notify you to discuss it together."

This explanation is reasonable.

All the disciples nodded after hearing it.

They even praised the dean for his sympathy for the elders and said he was a good leader.

But Lin Wubiao was so angry that his face turned red.

But he couldn't find any words to refute Wu Shengling for a while, and he was so angry that he couldn't vent it.

His whole face turned the color of liver in an instant.

His two nostrils were breathing heavily from time to time.

The reason why he was so angry.

It was because Lin Wubiao had already told Lin Kun and others.

Once they entered the venue, they didn't choose anyone, and all targeted Wu Yun until they beat him up.

But who would have expected that Wu Shengling would make a lottery decision.

In this way, his plan failed again.

If Wu Yun was lucky and didn't meet Lin Kun and others, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

However, now is just the beginning.

What happened next would make Lin Wubiao so angry that he would spurt blood.

The Supreme Martial God Technique