Valkyrie Bloodline

Half an hour later, after all, Wushenshan was slightly better in martial arts, Tongshan was almost cut off half of his shoulder by Hongfutu, and retreated in embarrassment.

"Concession."

Hongfutu surrendered, but his attitude was arrogant.

After all, he won, so he naturally has the qualification to overlook his opponent.

As for the loser, Tong Shan also turned pale, opened his mouth and finally left without saying a word.

"Skills are inferior to people."

This was the only sentence that Tong Shan said after he came back. Among the many inner disciples in the Palace of Medicine King, although he is not the top, he is definitely not weak.

But he still lost, and it also polished the original arrogance in his heart.

As the two decided the winner, everyone on the Martial God Mountain side was naturally smiling, even if it was just a discussion between the disciples, no matter the outcome, it wouldn't affect the overall situation, but they didn't mind too many public slaps.

Anyway, after so many years, both sides are well aware that every time they will let the most outstanding disciples in the sect compete with each other, in order to severely suppress each other's edge.

"Your medicine king hall's martial arts are really not good, which is very disappointing."

Hongfutu looked proud, even though he only narrowly won by a move just now, many disciples on the side of Yaowang Palace glared at what he said, but they couldn't refute it.

After all, it was an indisputable fact that Tongshan lost just now.

"Big words! Let me do it!"

Immediately, someone was unconvinced and jumped up directly.

"Well done!"

Seeing people continue to come up to challenge, Hongfutu was not afraid, on the contrary he laughed and went up again with his saber.

The two sides come and go, gradually, Hongfutu is better in the end, if not for the consumption of the previous battle, he has already won the victory at this moment.

This battle, for the existence of the palace masters on both sides, is just a small fight.

But even if it is a small fight, it is also related to their own face.

Click!

Hongfutu still cut off the opponent's weapon with one blow!

But this knife is not just as simple as cutting off the weapon, it even cuts directly at the opponent's life gate.

At this time, everyone finally changed their expressions, and the expressions of several palace masters at the Palace of Medicine King all sank!

Just about to save people, someone moved faster than them.

Swish!

All of a sudden, a sword light flashed across, instantly cutting the saber in two abruptly in the air. The trendless and even powerful sword intent forced Hongfutu to turn pale with fright, and retreated again and again.

"who?"

He couldn't hide the astonishment on his face. After all, if he hadn't retreated so fast just now, he might have been torn to pieces by that sword.

"Contesting martial arts, let's go to the end, did you go too far just now?"

"Who are you?"

Seeing that the shooters were also dressed in the costumes of inner disciples of the Yaowang Palace, Hongfutu's expression was a little ugly.

After all, if it was a core disciple or even a true disciple of Yaowangdian who saved people just now, instead of being angry, he would even sneer.

After all, king against king, general against general, soldier against soldier!

If he, as an inner disciple, forced the core disciples of the Yaowangdian or even the true disciples to make a move, even if he lost, it would be enough to taunt the Yaowangdian severely.

"Under Wang Jianjun, under the gate of Shenwu Palace."

…

"This kid is really eye-catching."

On the side of Wushen Mountain, even if they saw their disciples lose, they didn't show any worry at all.

After all, it's just a discussion between disciples, not to mention it's only at the level of inner disciples, so people like them don't take it seriously.

Only a few people showed a look of astonishment when they saw Wang Jianjun's amazing sword intent and cultivation.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a genius in Yaowang Palace. It's a pity that if you enter my Martial God Mountain sect, you will achieve far more than this in the future."

Sure enough, following the low-pitched discussions of the several hall masters of Wushen Mountain, Hongfutu was seen kneeling on one knee on the field, even though unwilling and angry were on his face, he did not dare to act rashly.

For there was a sword across his neck.

"I surrender!"

Just three words, like a heavy burden.

Hongfutu was not reconciled but could only admit defeat, because he knew that he would never be the opponent of the person in front of him.

After Hongfutu conceded defeat, the expressions on the faces of many disciples at Wushen Mountain became a little gloomy. Although they were not the ones who lost, this battle was about the face of Wushen Mountain, so they naturally felt the same way.

"Junior Brother Hongtu, what are you doing!"

"We can't blame him, the opponent's strength is even better, even if I go up, I'm no match for him."

A disciple from the inner sect of Wushen Mountain groaned angrily, but then someone shook his head and said, which shocked the other disciples around him.

Because this one is one of the best masters among all the inner disciples, even he sighs to himself. Obviously even if they are not convinced, going up to get back their position is nothing more than continuing to lose face.

unless!

"The other party is just an inner disciple. It would be disgraceful even if the core disciple wins."

How can they not understand this truth.

It's just that I didn't expect that the meeting between the two holy lands would start off badly. Many people on Wushen Mountain didn't expect this result.

On the other hand, look at the Palace of Medicine King.

Wang Jianjun retracted his sword with a humble and polite attitude, unlike the disciples of Wushen Mountain who were arrogant, but made many top powerhouses present nod slightly.

"Junior, who did you learn from?"

Someone asked loudly, and everyone looked at the old man with the highest status in Wushen Mountain this time.

Mu Wuya!

Several hall masters of Yaowang Hall had a flash of fear in their eyes, obviously they were old acquaintances with this old man from Wushen Mountain. Especially the Tai Chi Palace Master, Yu Lao Palace Master and others are strong men of the same era as the opponent, and they are more aware of the opponent's weight.

Hearing his question at this moment, they all frowned slightly.

On the court, Wang Jianjun was neither humble nor overbearing, cupped his hands and said, "The younger generation inherited the East Palace, and now he is the inner disciple of the Shenwu Palace."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback.

Quite a few people had weird expressions on their faces, because they knew the origin of the East Imperial Palace, and it was because of this that they had such weird expressions.

"East Palace? Someone from the outside world?"

"This son actually entered the Holy Land from the outside world?"

Even people like Mu Wuya had a twinkle in their eyes, obviously this answer was beyond his expectation.

Then he looked towards a certain place, and there he saw a person with a somewhat embarrassed expression, who was none other than the Hall Master of Qiushan.

Such a character as Mu Wuya, he understood what happened almost instantly, his expression turned slightly cold but he didn't say anything.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Hallmaster Qiushan, even though he was once one of the twelve Great Hallmasters, he still didn't dare to breathe in front of an existence like Mu Wuya.

"Pity."

Mu Wuya sighed and shook his head and said, no more words.

Wang Jianjun saluted again and returned to the many disciples in the Hall of Medicine King.

Compared with the anger on the faces of many disciples in Wushen Mountain, a group of inner disciples in Yaowang Palace are quite excited! No matter what the final result of today is, at least for the time being, they can be regarded as overwhelmed by Wushen Mountain!

…

"It's a pity that such a good martial arts talent has worshiped the wrong teacher."

"Yeah, just now I saw that although his sword intent is strong, it still has some shortcomings."

The many hall masters of Wushen Mountain nodded and commented. Of course, the disciples in the district are not enough to make them have too much surprise. Even if Wang Jianjun just defeated one of their disciples of Wushen Mountain, the discussion between the disciples was originally There are winners and losers.

Next, the disciples of both sides made their moves one after another, which can be regarded as a testament to whether there has been any progress in the past 100,000 years.

There are inner disciples, and naturally there are also core disciples and true disciples.

Bang!

On Samsara Island, one of them retreated in embarrassment, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood, cupped his hands, "I admit defeat."

The faces of the big men in the Hall of the King of Medicine were not very good-looking, because from the beginning to now, except for Wang Jianjun who pulled back a city and suppressed the arrogance of Wushen Mountain severely, the rest of the disciples were all without exception. It was the disciple who lost to Wushen Mountain.

It's fine if you say that the opponent is bullying others, but every time they make a move, they are all disciples of comparable status. Naturally, there is only one reason for losing again.

"Haha, the alchemy technique of Yaowangdian is famous all over the world, but it is still not good in martial arts practice."

Following the defeat of another disciple from the Palace of Medicine King, many disciples and elders on the side of Wushen Mountain now had satisfied smiles on their faces.

Sweep away the embarrassment caused by Hongfutu's defeat just now.

"Let me just say, in all the previous martial arts competitions in the Yaowang Palace, which one was not crushed by our Martial God Mountain? If it weren't for another alchemy fight, I don't think there will be a stalemate for so many years. Whose turn is it to rule this holy place? It is already known to the world!"

"It's very true. It's because of the ancestor's precept that it has been deadlocked for thousands of years. According to me, this ancestor's precept has been done for many years. Why are you still holding on to it?"

Many disciples of Wushen Mountain are arrogant. After all, they defeated the disciples of Yaowang Palace one after another, which made them very proud.

Although a group of people in Yaowangdian were furious, they couldn't find any words to refute.

Some disciples were not convinced, and snorted angrily, "What did you say? Say it again if you have the guts?"

"Haha, let's just say it, your Medicine King Palace still has two brushes in alchemy, why don't you completely merge it into our Wushen Mountain, and from now on you can make alchemy with peace of mind, and don't compete, you and I are a family , isn't it good?"

Many Wushen Mountain disciples laughed out loud when they heard the words, and even the hall masters of Wushen Mountain pretended not to hear it, and didn't mean to scold at all.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is their heartfelt voice. If it weren't for the suppression of the ancestors' precepts, Wushen Mountain would have had this plan long ago.

"you!"

Looking back at the Palace of Medicine King, everyone was furious! However, their skills are not as good as others, and several disciples went up to ask for trouble, and were beaten all over the ground, even if they were angry, it would be useless at this time.

"enough!"

Finally, the Master of Juetian Hall let out a cold snort, and instantly suppressed the quarrel between the two disciples!

The aura of the master-level powerhouse is definitely not something that the disciples below can resist. Even the many genius disciples on the Wushen Mountain can feel the terrifying coercion descending on them.

It has to be said that even though they look down on Yaowangdian's focus on alchemy and negligence on martial arts, they still maintain considerable awe in front of a hall master.

"Master Absolute Heaven, you have such a great prestige, but it's just a competition between disciples, so it's not up to us old guys to intervene."

On the side of Wushen Mountain, a hall master gave a strange laugh, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were conniving on purpose! Even deliberately let the disciples do their best to attack many disciples of the Yaowang Palace.

Everyone knows that the disciples who can be brought to Samsara Island by the elders of the master's sect are the most outstanding group of people from their respective sects.

He is also a strong candidate for the next Hall Master of the Holy Land of both parties in the future.

"Wu Hua! Those few disciples just now belong to your sect, right? Sure enough, there are all kinds of apprentices for every kind of master. This is really true."

The master of Juetian Palace has always been hot-tempered, but now he snorted even more unceremoniously.

On the spot, a certain hall master on the side of Wushen Mountain turned pale, and his expression suddenly turned cold.

"Juetian, I have long heard that your useless son has ruined a lot of your thoughts, why is there no one now? You also shouted out to let me wait and see. The famous Lord of Juetian is such a hero, he should be a tiger father without a son, right? Or, come out and compete with a few disciples of this seat? Maybe let those boys feel the demeanor of the son of the palace master."

As soon as this remark came out, the master of Juetian Hall exploded in anger on the spot!

Who in the entire Holy Land doesn't know that he, the master of Juetian Palace, has always been a son, but unfortunately he is a waste!

Over the years, he begged many people to cleanse his son's marrow and cut the scriptures, and it spread all over the Holy Land, but many people knew about it but never mentioned it. .

No one expected that someone would raise it today, and the words were full of irony.

"Wu Hua! Are you fucking itchy? I don't know who it was back then, kneeling in front of me and begging for mercy!"

The master of Juetian hall snorted angrily, but the hall master who just sneered and mocked at Wushen Mountain had a livid expression on his face, because this history was almost the greatest shame in his life!

Even if he is in a high position now, who dares to mention it in front of him?

boom!

There was a lot of gunpowder between the two palace masters, and it seemed as if they were about to fight to determine who was superior.

Finally, the person with the highest cultivation base and the highest status on both sides now made a move at this moment in a timely manner.

On the side of Yaowang Hall, the master of Taiji hall snorted softly, even though the master of Juetian hall was unwilling, he knew that this kind of occasion was not the time for him to act.

On the other side, the old man on Wushen Mountain also just gave a look, and the next moment the palace master who had a deep conflict with the palace master of Juetian also died down.

Because both parties knew that the discussion between the disciples just now was just an appetizer after all.

The real main course is yet to come.

…

"This first match, will it be a pill fight or a martial fight?"

Li Ye looked towards the old ghost of Tianjian. This old thing has been around since just now, as if he didn't care about the outcome, which further confirmed Li Ye's original guess.

This old thing must have some arrangements!

"Fight!"

Tianjian old ghost opened his eyes, and then made a conclusion.

"Why?"

"Just now, we lost in the disciples' competition."

Hearing this, Li Ye finally understood why the two sides asked their disciples to compete with each other. Obviously, it was not just as simple as proving martial arts to each other, but there was such a layer of meaning behind it.