The mountain peaks soar into the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, creating an ethereal scene.
On top of the main peak martial arts training ground.
Yuan Jianzi sat at the front and talked about Taoism.
The disciples below also listened with great interest.
Except for one person, he was practicing meditation alone.
After the battle with Wang Teng, Ying Le's reputation was completely spread.
He has also become a transcendent existence on Xuanling Peak.
Because of his strength, even Yuan Jianzi can only lag behind.
Some of the female disciples who were listening to the sermon couldn't help but glance at Ying Le quietly.
The eyes are full of colors.
It took less than a month for Wan Le to enter the Fantasy Sword Holy Land and he has reached such a high level.
He has become a presence that no one can ignore.
At this moment, Yuan Jianzi said: "Le'er, please come here first, I have something to announce."
Ying Le slowly stood up and sat on the futon at the front.
No one thought his actions were strange, it was even natural.
"alright!"
"Today's practice ends here."
"Tomorrow is the competition for the divine blood!"
"But our Fantasy Sword Holy Land and the other four Holy Lands will send players to participate."
Yuan Jianzi's voice came slowly.
Although he was very reassured about Ying Le's strength, he still couldn't help but feel a little worried when facing the proud men of the other four holy lands.
"In previous years, the maximum number of divine blood obtained was eight drops."
"I don't expect you to get eight drops. As long as Xuanling Peak gets three drops, I will be satisfied."
Hearing this, Yingle couldn't help but be a little confused.
"Three drops, are your requirements so low?"
Yuan Jianzi sighed.
"In previous years, Xuanling Peak's best result was only one drop. That is to say, with your participation this year, I dare to set the goal of three drops."
"The geniuses from the other four holy places are not easy to deal with."
Ying Le narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Oh, aren't Wang Teng and the mysterious Yan Mo opponents?"
Yuan Jianzi's eyes suddenly became serious.
Yan Mo received 7 drops last year, while Wang Teng only received 5 drops. The highest eight drops was the record set by the Buddha Sword in the Holy Land of Buddha.
Ying Le nodded and hugged Yuan Jianzi's fists.
"Master, don't worry."
"Success or failure!"
"I will try my best."
After hearing Ying Le's assurance, Yuan Jianzi breathed a long sigh of relief.
"With your words, I feel relieved as a teacher."
…
The crowd slowly dispersed!
Yaoyue catches up with Yingle.
"Your target won't be eight drops of divine blood, right?"
When Ying Le heard this, he laughed dryly.
"As expected, I can't hide it from you. Since there is something that Wang Teng can't do, I have to show him what I can do."
Hearing Ying Le's answer, Yaoyue sighed.
"Knew it!"
…
Several days have passed since the battle between Wang Teng and Ying Le, and the impact of this battle has gradually subsided.
At this moment, Ying Le's strength has been accepted by everyone. After all, this is a battle in the Fantasy Sword Holy Land, and it is his own family.
Of course, the disciples who were watching at the stage of life and death at that time all understood that Ying Le was fully capable of defeating Wang Teng, even though the fight ended in a draw.
At that time, Wang Teng had no strength to fight anymore. If he continued to fight, even if he had defensive magical powers and defensive weapons, he would probably end up in failure.
Therefore, in this year's Divine Blood Contest, many people have placed their hopes on Ying Le and the mysterious Yama.
All the elders also have the same idea. For them, whether it is Wang Teng or Ying Le.
As long as the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Holy Land get good grades, there is no difference.
They only care about results.
This is a matter of face for the Fantasy Sword Holy Land among the five holy lands.
Even if there is no Ying Le, as long as a disciple stronger than Wang Teng appears, they will have new hope.
All the elders and deputy saints focused their attention on Ying Le.
They hope that the Magic Sword Holy Land can break the record of eight drops of expression.
After all, this is the emperor of the Fantasy Sword Holy Land.
…
Yingle sat in the room and looked at the participation token in his hand.
"Is this the token for the Divine Blood Contest?"
This was just sent to Yingle by Yuan Jianzi himself.
"Tomorrow, the competition for the divine blood will finally begin."
When he first started, Yuan Jianzi told him about the competition for the divine blood.
Yingle also understands the importance of divine blood, and he has been looking forward to it for a long time.
It's finally here.
He looked out the window.
"Tomorrow, the competition for the divine blood will officially begin."
Xuanling Peak only has three tokens, so tomorrow's participants are Ying Le, Yaoyue, and Luo Yang.
Yingle shook his fist.
I hope this divine blood competition will not disappoint me.
…
The next day, under the leadership of Yuan Jianzi, Ying Le, Yaoyue and Luo Yang arrived at the meeting point.
Wang Teng, Yan Mo in black robe, Gu Xue, Su Bo and others were all seen.
Many disciples cast curious glances at Ying Le. After all, he is currently a prominent figure in the Fantasy Sword Holy Land.
Ying Le was very calm, his eyes swept over the disciples around him, and only stayed on the black-robed Yan Mo for a while, then withdrew his gaze.
Since his battle with Wang Teng, his fame has spread throughout the five Holy Lands.
Therefore, many eyes fell on him.
Because of Ying Le's arrival, it also caused a commotion in the Fantasy Sword Holy Land.
Everyone has arrived.
The Great Elder and the Deputy Holy Master waved their hands.
"Okay, everyone is here, let's set off."
All the disciples nodded in agreement.
Those who can participate in the Divine Blood Competition are basically disciples of the Divine Origin Realm.
At this moment, under the orders of the Great Elder and the Deputy Holy Master.
They all jumped into the sky.
at this time!
The black-robed Yan Mo, who had been silent all this time, actually cast his gaze on Ying Le, then quickly looked away, snorted coldly, and left the place.
All the disciples quickly followed.
All participating disciples from the Fantasy Sword Holy Land headed towards the place where the Great Emperor fell.
Their speed was extremely fast, and the mountain peaks immediately moved back, and various spiritual beasts kept screaming.
The sky is filled with popularity.
"Junior brother Yingle, the competition for the divine blood will require two people to work in teams. You can team up with the world."
Yaoyue suddenly flew to Yingle and said.
Yingle nodded.
At this moment, Yaoyue's slender fingers pointed forward.
"Junior brother, you must be careful this time. Although the main enemies are the disciples of the other four holy places, our disciples also have to guard against them."
"After all, it is divine blood."
"The temptation is too great."
Only then did Ying Le realize the value of divine blood, so he nodded heavily.
"World, how to snatch the divine blood?"
Yingle asked curiously.
Yaoyue pondered for a few seconds and did not answer. Instead, he said softly: "Junior brother will understand when he arrives."
Ying Le nodded.
Although it has always been said that divine blood is a good thing, it can improve various attributes of the whole body.
But how to snatch the blood of the fallen emperor is beyond Yingle's imagination.
Not long after!
People began to fall.
Ying Le saw a valley appearing below, surrounded by four peaks high in the clouds. The clouds and mist between the peaks were full of fairy spirit.
An indescribable momentum hovered in front of Ying Le.
Bang bang bang!!!
Everyone fell down.
The huge valley gave him a feeling of incomparable insignificance.
"This is where the competition for divine blood takes place, the Imperial Valley?"
Ying Le, muttering to himself, observed his surroundings and found that the aura of heaven and earth here was extremely pure.
"Okay, everyone, get ready, we're here."
The great elder's voice came slowly. This chapter has been completed!