After hearing Liu Xia's answer, the huge hall fell silent for an instant.
The Liu Xia in front of them was thin, in ragged clothes, with bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of his mouth, but his unruly expression was full of unyielding and stubbornness.
Liu Xia, the once all-powerful head disciple, now seems to be back with Ling Xiao's momentum.
Immediately afterwards, there were whispers in the hall. The elders, deacons, and young disciples were all talking about this super monster standing in front of them.
"Master, does Liu Xia have any chance of winning against the Discipline Elder?"
"Humph, I really don't know how high the world is, let's see how he ends up."
"I can't see it. When we played against Zhang Mingyue just now, who would have expected that he would win?"
"That's right, this kid is full of weirdness, otherwise Elder Lingyun wouldn't have resisted all opinions and insisted on him being elected as the head disciple, and even before he died, he made it clear that he should be the head teacher."
"Everyone, I think Liu Xia is injured. Is Elder Discipline taking advantage of others?"
For a while, there was everything in the hall, but those who are careful will find that some people have begun to fall in love with Liu Xia.
After all, these elders and deacons all have to plan for the future. Liu Xia's explosive talent and cultivation this day forced them to reconsider their alignment.
Although Yuan Tianfei is the leader, he has a dishonest reputation and inconsistent words. It’s okay that Liu Xia is a useless person, but who dares to look down on Liu Xia now?
What's more, with the support of that old immortal Tian Yuan, who dares to despise him?
When Elder Discipline and Elder Chuan Gong heard your idle talk, their faces were a little embarrassed.
But when they looked back and saw Yuan Tianfei's ashen face, they glanced at each other, and the Discipline Elder said solemnly:
"Liu Xia, did this elder hear you correctly? Do you really dare to spar with me?"
"Of course, why don't you dare?" Liu Xia leisurely put his hands behind his back and sneered: "What? The elder of the Discipline Hall has trouble with his ears? Didn't you hear clearly what I just said?"
"You...! Okay, Liu Xia, I want to show you how capable you are!"
"Please give me some advice, Elder Fu!" Liu Xia stretched out his hand and shouted without even looking at him.
"So domineering."
"This kid is not simple. He must have a trump card, otherwise he would never be so rampant."
"If Elder Discipline loses today, it will look good."
At that moment, there was another round of discussion. Elder Discipline blushed and took a step forward: "Please!"
At this moment, Liu Xia stood calmly and leisurely in front of the Discipline Elder.
Elder Discipline’s real name was Fu Tianlei, and his relationship with Liu Xia had always been on bad terms.
And three years ago, he entered the martial arts field. Although his cultivation level was not outstanding in Jian Yun Sect, he was able to hold the position of Discipline Elder only because of his master's recommendation.
However, he himself is a close friend of Yuan Tianfei, so it is natural for him to suppress Liu Xia for Yuan Tianfei today.
However, Liu Xia did not dare to be careless at this moment.
As a martial artist, the skin of the body is calcined by spiritual power, and the skin forms a thin film called spiritual membrane.
This layer of spiritual membrane is extremely strong and can withstand a fatal blow from a martial artist of the same level.
His martial arts power is immense, so you can imagine how strong he is.
If Liu Xia brought his spirit to the eighth level, he might be able to fight.
However, judging from Liu Xia's current cultivation level, there is indeed no divine calculation.
Moreover, the spiritual membrane is secondary. What is even more terrible is the leakage of the spiritual power of the martial artist, forming an aura.
The aura lingering around him makes him invincible when attacking and impregnable when defending.
Liu Xia, who is at the seventh level of the Ling Dynasty, still focuses on spiritual cultivation and is physically weak. Even if he is a spiritual master, most of them will avoid fighting if they encounter martial arts masters without external help.
Everyone looked at it, Liu Xia didn't even have a 10% chance of winning.
"You are seeking death."
"Isn't that right? If something goes wrong, Liu Xia will have to collect the body."
"Yes, carrying a seventh-level spirit to fight against a martial artist is really a life-or-death battle."
"Who says Liu Xia will definitely lose? Maybe he will bring us many miracles today."
At this moment, the discussion around him seemed even louder.
Tianyuan was a little uneasy. In the past, he would have stepped forward to stop this competition with great disparity in strength.
But today, he was almost shocked by Liu Xia's strength, so he wanted to see how much Liu Xia was worth.
Yuan Tianfei stroked the extremely smooth armrest that had been caressed by successive masters, and felt slightly relieved.
He was worried that Tianyuan would come forward to stop him. Now it seemed that Liu Xia was bound to die. All he had to do was pretend to be angry for a while and accuse Fu Tianlei a few words.
Who would argue over a dead man?
"call"
A whirlwind blew past Fu Tianlei's feet, and the ground beneath his feet instantly shattered.
A cloud of dust suddenly spread around.
Fu Tianlei's aura is almost fully activated.
"Liu Xia, this elder will meet you well today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Tianlei suddenly moved.
The whole person was like thunder, whipping up a wave of wind and slamming towards Liu Xia's chest.
Before anyone arrived, a strong wave of air forced Liu Xia to take two steps back.
In just the blink of an eye, the distance of more than ten meters came in an instant.
The strong boxing style is like a mad chao.
The aura that spread all around his body rushed towards Liu Xia one step ahead of him.
At that moment, everyone on the field held their breath.
Facing an enemy with a huge disparity in strength, the outcome can be determined in one round.
Whether Liu Xia can survive depends on whether he can resist this move!
"Ahhhhh!!"
Suddenly, Liu Xia, who was forced to retreat by the strong air waves, looked up to the sky and screamed.
All the spiritual power in the body was stimulated.
Life and death all depend on the last moment.
"Dang Demon Seal!!"
Along with the dancing of purple handprints, a burst of purple flames surrounded Liu Xia.
"bump"
There was a muffled sound and a sudden explosion.
The purple flames landed on the air wave, immediately causing ripples where the two men met.
Although Fu Tianlei was mentally prepared, he really didn't expect that Liu Xia Diran would release his spiritual power after using the Divine Dragon Seal. The Demon Seal.
At the moment, I was stunned and shocked by the huge power.
Fu Tianlei stopped abruptly less than one meter away from Liu Xia.
At this moment, Liu Xia exploded.
"Dragon Seal!!"
"Boom"
With a sound, Liu Xia's fingerprints landed on Fu Tianlei's aura.
"Boom"
Another divine dragon seal landed on Fu Tianlei's aura.
"Boom boom boom boom"
Four consecutive sounds, four divine dragon seals attacked one after another, like the river bursting its banks, the heaven and earth collapsing, as fast as thunder, standing in the eight wastes.
Through the cloud seal, he is smart and cunning.
Dang the magic seal, open and close, and fight against the odds.
And this divine dragon seal is a weapon designed to break the enemy's defense.
Under the crushing force of this huge force, Fu Tianlei retreated one after another.
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