Yuwen Zhouyuan took a look and said, "Where are sisters Murong?"
"Back to Master, the two young masters have gone to the world of heavens for trials!" Nan Huo said.
"How long have you been there?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.
"It's been about half a month." Nan Huo said.
"It's okay to go and try it out!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
As he spoke, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked up and looked not far away. After watching the competition between his disciples for a while, he couldn't help but frown. The competition between these disciples didn't look like anything at all, but rather like a big girl doing embroidery.
There is no strength at all.
"Stop..." Yuwen Zhouyuan said in a deep voice. The voice was rolling and resounded throughout the island. He really couldn't stand it anymore. It was just a show. When he encountered an enemy with the same strength, he would definitely
will be killed directly.
When a man fights, he should be as ferocious, cunning and brave as a wolf, instead of being docile and gentle like a sheep.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan's voice fell, the eight pairs of disciples who were competing stopped, and many disciples around him also turned their attention to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Originally, they all wanted to shout something like "Senior Yingwu", etc., but when they saw Yu Wen Zhouyuan's ugly face, they fell silent. Their hearts twitched, and they had a bad premonition.
"What are you doing?" Two rays of light burst out from Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, and he glanced at the sixteen disciples competing in eight areas.
Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan's sharp gaze, they all lowered their heads, did not speak, and remained silent.
"Are you dumb?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.
Still no one answered.
"Don't you even have the courage to look up at me? If you still want to continue to practice here and don't want to be kicked out of the place where elite disciples practice, please raise your heads and look at me." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's words stimulated the sixteen elite disciples. No one wanted to be kicked out. That would be too embarrassing. They raised their heads and looked into Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes.
"You, why do you always dodge your eyes? Are you not as good as these five girls?" Yuwen Zhouyuan pointed at a male disciple who was about sixteen or seventeen years old and said.
This male disciple seemed to be afraid of Yu Wen Zhouyuan's eyes, and his eyes were evasive. The five female disciples who were competing were not afraid of Yu Wen Zhouyuan's sharp eyes, and they all insisted on looking at Yu Wen Zhouyuan.
After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, the male disciple's face turned red. He took a deep breath, and then his eyes became firm. Although he was still a little scared, he was much better than before.
"If you don't even have the courage to look me in the eye, how will you go out to kill the enemy when the alien race comes? I'm afraid you will be so scared that you wet your pants when you see the alien race..." Yu Wen Zhouyuan was very unhappy.
Said politely.
Some of the elite disciples around me wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
"Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in your heart..." Yuwen Zhouyuan felt the emotions emanating from the surrounding Eight Ghost Hall disciples and said with a cold glance.
After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, these elite disciples could no longer hold back, and many of them laughed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's face became even more ugly, and immediately two sharp rays of light burst out from his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Have you laughed enough?"
As soon as this voice came out, there was silence between heaven and earth. All the elite disciples stopped laughing instantly. Feeling the chill in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, they all lowered their heads in shame.
"Since you like to laugh, I will let you laugh as much as you want." Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered, and an invisible wave spread out with his body as the center. This is the original energy.
This power invaded every disciple's body.
"Hahaha...heeheehee...cluck..." Many Eight Ghost Hall disciples laughed one after another. Of course, this was all due to the influence of Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual power.
The central area of the No. 3 island was filled with laughter for a while, rolling across the sky.
Yuwen Zhouyuan watched all this coldly without saying a word.
At first, many Yakido disciples laughed and thought it was nothing, but slowly they felt pain in various parts of their body and their energy was slowly drained.
After a stick of incense, among the many disciples, only a few stood upright while others were either hugging their bellies and laughing, or rolling around on the ground.
Turn a blind eye to these universe elements.
After two sticks of incense, none of these elite disciples were still standing. They all fell to the ground. Although they all laughed, the laughter contained a kind of supreme pain.
Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that enough was enough, so he took back all the original energy that had spread out into his body, along with the spiritual power that had seeped into the bodies of many disciples.
At this time, the laughter stopped suddenly, and there was silence between heaven and earth. All the elite Eight Demon Hall disciples were exhausted and weak, as if they had experienced a great battle and had consumed a lot.
After about a meal, Yuwen Zhouyuan said: "Stand up."
After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, although these disciples were still a little weak, they still stood up one by one and straightened their chests. They were afraid that Yuwen Zhouyuan would make them laugh again. It would no longer be a kind of happiness, but a kind of happiness.
pain.
Seeing all the disciples standing upright, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes swept with light and said loudly: "Why did I ask you to stop the competition just now?"
After a pause, Yuwen Zhouyuan continued: "Look at what you looked like just now. It seems to me that you are acting and have no strength at all. Although the competition is to determine the level of a force,
, but more to temper you, think about it for yourselves, was that a competition just now? Whenever you compete, you want to bring out the blood and ruthlessness of a man. Do you have it? If you encounter an enemy
, at the same time, one person at the same level can deal with dozens of you without any problem, don’t be unconvinced, what I said is all the truth.”
"Sixteen of you want me to attack. I only use the cultivation level of the early peak of my true self, which is the lowest cultivation level among you. Come on! Attack me." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, and with a movement of his body, he appeared
On the field, he only released the momentum of his early peak days.
"Why can't you sixteen people not even be able to defeat a person who is at the peak of the early stage of True Self?" Seeing that the sixteen of them had no intention of taking action, Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a sneer.
These sixteen people looked at each other, and each of them burst out with their own powerful momentum and rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, either with a punch that contained powerful impact, or with an all-encompassing palm, or with layers of force.
The shadow of the sword and countless dense attacks attacked Yuwen Zhouyuan.
These attacks were not condensed at all and seemed to be extremely scattered and without a trace of power.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a fierce step forward, the ground trembled, and an indomitable momentum came from him. One hand was a fist, and the other was a palm. The fist was as strong as a tiger, with a supreme impact, and the power of the palm was overwhelming.
, giving people a continuous momentum.
The attack power of the sixteen people was completely neutralized by Yuwen Zhouyuan. Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped out in three steps and came to a master of the early stage of the middle and early stages of True Self. He punched out and the space emitted a buzzing sound.
The expert was so frightened that he quickly ran away.
"Why are you hiding? Are you a man or a girl? My punch only has the strength of my early peak, and it scared you like this. What a waste..." Yuwen Zhouyuan was very rude.
He flew up with a kick and kicked the master away.
The master was hit hard on the ground, looking disgraced.
Yuwen Zhouyuan turned around and came to a person again. He also punched out. The person also punched out without any hesitation.
"Boom!" The two fists collided together. Yuwen Zhouyuan's figure did not move. The man stepped back three steps, his face turned red.
"Are you not full? Why do you only have so little strength in your fists? I think you might as well give someone a massage... The power of your fists needs to be twisted into one. You use boxing to spread the power so far."
Or use the palm technique?" Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted.
At this time, a long sword condensed with light in the hand of a female disciple struck straight down, and the space seemed to be cut open.
With a sticky force in his hand, Yuwen Zhouyuan fell with the long sword, and then swept the female disciple with a rotating long sword. The female disciple was so frightened that the female disciple dropped the long sword and ran to the side.
"Is this your swordsmanship? The sword is flexible and skillful. Can you see if there are these two points in your swordsmanship? I just used a skillful move and you are in such a mess? I think you should just
Just change the sword into an axe." Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the female disciple and said.
Each of the sixteen of them were defeated by Yu Wen Zhouyuan, and received sharp comments from Yu Wen Zhouyuan.
Although these people have high cultivation level, they have not fully utilized their strength at all. All the martial arts skills are applied mechanically without any modification. The attacks they make have no trace of the strength and softness of men.
It's so cotton, I really don't know if it's fighting or dancing.
In the competition area, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the sixteen people coldly and said slowly: "Is this your strength? Is this the result of your practice for so long?"
The sixteen people lowered their heads in shame.
"A man must have the passion of a man, be aggressive and domineering, and move forward indomitably, or be as gentle as water, with the gentleness and tranquility containing peerless murderous intent. Do you think you have achieved this?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked forcefully.
"On the way to cultivation, you must be perseverant, have a strong will, an unyielding spirit, diligence and hard work. Which of these points have you achieved? Do you now understand what you are lacking?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked loudly.
"Understood." The sixteen people said loudly.
"Do you understand?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked as he glanced at the disciples around him.
"Understood." everyone replied.
"Are you not full? Do you understand?" Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted.
"Understood..." Many Eight Ghost Hall disciples shouted loudly, and their voices were rolling. Yes, they already understood what they lacked. They lacked a wolf-like ferocious, mighty, and cunning spirit.
Only by possessing these can their strength be improved.
"This competition is cancelled. I don't want to see the so-called masters among you like sheep. What I want to see are wolves running rampant in the jungle. I will give you one month. If one month
Finally, if you are still like this, just return them all! I will recruit better seedlings." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a cold light in his eyes.