Although those true emperor-level masters do have a way to seal their own magic power in the bodies of their descendants, they don't know how to do it, because doing so will restrict the development of their descendants. The magic power of the true emperor masters is so pure and huge. Seal
Once used in the body, it will definitely leave irreparable trauma to the body and limit future advancement in cultivation.
Everyone's eyes were like daggers, as if they wanted to see through Yuwen Zhouyuan. When Yuwen Zhouyuan fought with Che Jianan, whether it was his true strength or the sealed energy, they could see through this battle.
The gazes of countless people gathered in the Yuzi Arena, and those gazes had condensed into substance. Huge pressure enveloped Yuwen Zhouyuan, the half-step true master of Yuanhe Sect opposite Yuwen Zhouyuan, who could not bear the powerful gazes of everyone.
The pressure was so great that my body was trembling and cold sweat was pouring from my forehead.
In order to cover up the pressure in his heart, the half-step true self master took the lead and stepped on the circular platform suddenly. The whole circular platform shook, and his body rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan like a cannonball. With a fierce light flashing in his eyes, he punched and smashed
Xiang Yuwen Zhouyuan's head, the space trembled, and a storm surged around the fist, the sound was terrifying.
That man's attack was a killing move and he wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.
Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head slightly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. How could fighting be like this? You don't know the strength of your opponent yet, but you are ready to knock him down with one move. This is a taboo for masters in fighting.
Yuwen Zhouyuan danced in his hands, his palms were heavily shadowed, and his feet were taking extremely mysterious steps, like strolling in a leisurely courtyard, like blowing in the breeze. His palm techniques were varied, sometimes extremely domineering, as if he wanted to smash everything, destroy everything, and sometimes gentle.
Like catkins, it gives people a feeling of breeze blowing on their face. Sometimes it is so fast that people can't see how his palms are dancing. Instead, it is slow to the extreme, just like a slow motion in a movie.
Many styles are perfectly reflected in Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Under the opponent's punch, Yuwen Zhouyuan staggered his steps, blocked the attack of the monk Yuan Hezong, and slapped a palm at the same time.
The two were fighting together. Of course, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not use all his strength. He was honing in on the spells he had recently learned, preparing to master the skills he had recently learned and the ones he had mentioned before, so that he could easily master them.
situation.
At that time, the moves in one set of palm techniques can be connected with the moves in another set of palm techniques without any sense of unfamiliarity. In other words, all the palm techniques have been interrupted, no matter how Yuwen Zhouyuan uses them
.
"I think he probably has the magic power sealed by the powerful True Emperor in his body, otherwise he could be killed with one move." One person said while watching.
"Yes, this should be his true cultivation level." Another person said.
"Perhaps he also used a little bit of the magic power of a powerful person in the True Emperor Realm. Otherwise, how could he dare to confront the people of Yuanhe Sect head-on." Another person said.
"Any cheating behavior cannot be concealed. It will eventually be exposed, huh." The person who spoke first said.
"Isn't anyone taking care of this kind of cheating?" one person said.
"No matter what you do, that's what I'm capable of. If you have the ability, you can also ask a true emperor realm powerhouse to instill some true energy into you. No one would do such a self-destructive thing." The first person said.
"Who is willing to destroy himself for a false reputation, unless he is a fool." One of them said disdainfully.
Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan and Yuan Hezong's people fighting together, everyone was talking a lot, with complex emotions such as contempt, excitement, gloating, etc. flashing across their faces.
At a gathering place for experts just to the left of Yuwen Zhouyuan's ice seat, Che Jian'an frowned slightly as he watched Yuwen Zhouyuan's battle on the ring, seemingly a little confused.
"Friend Che Jian'an, when you fought with him, did you feel that his Qi was not flowing smoothly?" Lu Zhanyuan next to Che Jian'an asked, staring at Yu Wen Zhouyuan on the ring.
"Brother Lu, to be honest, I didn't pay attention at the time." Che Jian'an shook his head and said.
After a pause, Che Jian'an continued: "This seems to have nothing to do with our Tianzhu Martial Arts Competition this time! Regardless of his own strength or the power instilled in him by a True Emperor Realm master, he cannot be stopped.
My steps."
As soon as he finished speaking, Che Jianan exuded a powerful aura of pride, full of confidence, and looking down on the world.
"Okay, that's good. No matter what his situation is, we just need to step on him and let him become our stepping stone." Lu Zhanyuan said. He no longer watched Yuwen Zhouyuan's battle, but turned his attention to
Another arena.
"This guy is really fighting for a long time. I really don't know what he thinks." Ren Sisi, who was sitting on the ice seat, saw Yu Wen Zhouyuan was still fighting with the opponent and said with a sigh of relief.
"This may be what he calls low-key." Cui Haoran said lightly, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
Cui Haoran was aware of Yuwen Zhouyuan's strength. The person from Yuanhe Sect was definitely not an enemy of Yuwen Zhouyuan, but Yuwen Zhouyuan had to fight for so long, which puzzled him.
"Those people really have no vision. That is obviously his true strength, but they insist on saying that a master of the True Emperor Realm instilled magic power into him. Their imagination is too rich." Ren Sisi said softly, seeming a little angry. This is simply not true.
It doesn't fit with her character.
Hearing Ren Sisi's words, Cui Haoran's eyes flashed with a strange light and said: "It's not that they have no vision, but they don't believe it. If you don't know his strength, do you think he can fight against Che Jianan with the peak cultivation level of the True Lord?"
?You won’t believe it! Maybe some of them know that is his true strength and don’t want to believe it.”
For a long time, Cui Haoran stared at Ren Sisi and said, "Sister Ren, I found that you have changed."
"Have I changed? Where have I changed?" After listening to Cui Haoran's words, Ren Sisi couldn't help but frown and asked.
Cui Haoran looked at Ren Sisi and said seriously: "You are upset, are you treating him..."
"How could it be possible? Who would fall in love with him?" Ren Sisi blushed as she heard this, and hurriedly said, but her judgment seemed so weak and overt.
Seeing Ren Sisi's appearance, Cui Haoran sighed slightly and said no more.
By the way, Yuwen Zhouyuan on the Yuzi Arena saw that the opponent could no longer help him much, so his palm power increased a bit.
With a "bang.", the monk Yuan Hezong was slapped on the chest by Yu Wen Zhouyuan. His body flew out and fell outside the ring. Yu Wen Zhouyuan won.
Yuwen Zhouyuan walked around, and his body seemed to fly to his position as if a breeze had flown to him.
"I came back victorious, why don't you applaud me?" Yuwen Zhouyuan flew in front of his ice seat and looked at the people around him and said.
No one was looking after Yuwen Zhouyuan, and they all pretended not to know him. It took such a long time for a small master who had just entered the half-step of the true self stage to have people applaud, which really made people speechless.
"Brother Yuwen, I applaud you." Situ Miaomiao smiled charmingly, his eyes full of tenderness, and he patted his delicate hands.
"Brother Yuwen, I applaud you too, I know you are the best." Ren Sisi also clapped her little hands.
"Haha, it seems that some people still think that I performed well in this battle." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a smile and sat on his ice seat.
"Is this your true strength?" Xing Luoye's voice came from behind him.
"Xingxianxian, what do you think?" Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head and smiled slightly, looking at Xing Luoye and said.
"I don't think this is your true strength. Your true strength is definitely quite terrifying. It's my turn to compete. We are really destined. I am also in the Yu Zi Arena." Xing Luoye whispered, his clothes fluttering around him.
The petals were flying, and a path formed by the petals spread from her ice seat in the void to the arena.
In the void above the valley, a road made of flowers stretches from the stands to the Yuzi Arena, like a ribbon.
Xingluoye steps on the flower path, swaying on lotus steps, colorful skirts are flying, her figure is graceful, her green hair is flying, flowers are flying around, and butterflies are flying in groups, like fairies in the flowers, trying to soar through the sky.
When she walked to the ring, the flower path disappeared. Yuwen Zhouyuan really couldn't figure it out. It was just an appearance. Why did she have to make it so gorgeous? Could it be to show her cultivation to some people? Yuwen Zhouyuan
With a doubt in his mind, he glanced at Yang Liuqing behind him with the corner of his eye.
Yang Liuqing is as calm as water, and her eyes are as beautiful as mountains and as gentle as water. You can see countless musical notes beating from her eyes, which is extremely beautiful.
"Fellow Taoist Yuwen, why are you looking at me secretly like this?" Suddenly, Yang Liuqing asked. Her voice was as ethereal as a song, making people want to hear it again.
"Fairy Yang, hehe, then why are you looking at me?" Now that he was discovered, Yuwen Zhouyuan simply turned his head and looked at Yang Liuqing openly and said.
"I see you? How could it be?" Yang Liuqing's ethereal voice came out, containing doubts.
"Yes! If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a grin, showing a set of neat white teeth.
Hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, Ren Sisi and Cui Haoran smiled faintly, and Han Xinyue snorted coldly, scolding Yuwen Zhouyuan in his heart.
Yang Liuqing stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a pair of fascinating eyes. I'm afraid she was wondering how there could be such a rogue man.
"You are really different." Yang Liuqing looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and shook his head helplessly.
"Haha, just in general. In fact, I was just wondering whether you are more beautiful or Xing Luoye is more beautiful. I really want to take off your veil and have a look." Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at Yang Liuqing with a smile and said.
"Unveil our veil? As long as you are that capable, but if you want to see what she looks like, maybe I can help you." Yang Liuqing said softly.
"How can you help me?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked after hearing this.
Yang Liuqing had no reaction. She turned her eyes to the competition stage. Seeing that Yang Liuqing was silent for a long time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan turned his head in boredom and watched the battle on the Yu Zi Arena.
The person fighting Xing Luoye was a master from the Longyou sect. This person from the Longyou sect was also at the half-step true self stage, but at first glance, he looked like a master who had entered the half-step true self stage for a relatively long time.