C638 The Bet
C638 The Bet
"This girl. . . " An awkward expression flashed across Mo Wuxie's face as he opened his mouth. He wanted to scold her, but in the end. . . Regarding this proud disciple. . . Even he, Master, sometimes couldn't control himself too much. The Heavenly Devil Body. . . As a Devil Dao Sacred Body, it was a rare encounter in ten thousand years. Surpassing him was only a matter of time. In the future, there was even a chance to become a quasi Emperor. In the future, he, Master, would have to rely on her.
At this moment. . . .
"Rumble. . . "
One of the Altars in the southwest suddenly erupted with streams of beautiful and resplendent light beams, illuminating the Nine Prefectures and illuminating the Eight Desolates!!
The next moment. . .
A total of over a hundred long swords on their backs, dressed in white clothes, appeared on the spatial Altar. Each of them had a Sword Force that was high up in the sky, showing off its sharpness like a Supreme Divine Sword that had been unsheathed. With a thought, they could shatter the Void and pierce through the sky!
One of them was wearing a white robe that was as white as snow. He looked like an ancient Sword Immortal who had descended from the heavens. His Sword Qi covered ninety thousand miles, and his sword shone across the nineteen continents. Sword intent swept across his entire body, and in his eyes, there was a sword light that could topple cities. It was as if with just a single gaze, he could unleash the terrifying Sword Qi that could slaughter gods and devils, killing his enemies thousands of miles away!
"Divine Sword Courtyard - Absolute Heavenly Sword! Huang Xiefeng! "
On the square, Elder Academy Lord's eyes flashed with a trace of seriousness. The Divine Sword Courtyard was one of the eight great academies of the Holy Ji Sect, the Sword Dao Courtyard. Within it, most of the martial artist warriors were sword cultivator. In the past years, the results of the Divine Sword Courtyard were pretty good in the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition. In the last Martial Gathering, it was ranked fourth. It was even higher than the Holy Demon Courtyard. If it wasn't for the fact that the number one genius of their courtyard had run into the Ji Yang Courtyard's A Peerless Monster, who was also the number one genius of the last Martial Meeting, Li Blood Sea, early on, he would have been eliminated. Their rankings might even be higher, pushing them into the top three rankings.
The rankings of the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition didn't depend on the overall strength of the geniuses in the courtyards, but on the rankings of the top monsters in the courtyards. If there were geniuses from the courtyards that were able to obtain the first place in the Martial Meeting, then even the other 29 participants would be weak. The courtyard they were in was still the first place amongst the eight courtyards.
In the end, the Holy Ji Sect really needed the top grade monsters. The Holy Ji Sect didn't lack ordinary geniuses!
As for that Absolute Heaven Sword Emperor, Xie Yifeng, he was even more terrifying. He was the top ranked disciple of the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition five thousand years ago, and could be said to be one of the eight great Academy Lord. The youngest, but his strength was terrifying. Even Mo Wuxie, a intermediate Peak-level Emperor, was no match for it. He had firmly entered the top three. As for his talent. . . He was the undisputed number one among the eight great Academy Lord.
At that moment!
"Boom!" Boom!" Boom!" . . .
Another dazzling radiance erupted from a huge sacrificial altar in the northeast, shooting straight into the clouds.
The next moment. . .
A group of over a hundred people appeared on the Altar. All of them had outstanding bearing. The aura of a noble and powerful Vital Spirit instantly swept across the entire Rising Sun Peak, causing the auras of the expert geniuses from the other four academies to faintly show signs of being completely suppressed by them!!
One of them looked to be around 35 or 36 years old. His face was as clear as jade, and he was wearing a long golden robe. He had his hands behind his back. He walked down from the Altar unhurriedly, and his steps were light and slow. He had a leisurely and leisurely pace, but it was slow and did not lose its dignity. The huge Rising Sun Peak was suddenly filled with a huge pressure. It gave people the feeling that this Golden-robed Man. . . Just by walking casually, he looked like the emperor of the highest throne. He was patrolling the mountains and rivers!
"Sima Jingfeng. . . " Dongfang Sheng clenched his fists when he saw Golden-robed Man slowly walking down the Altar. His eyes were flickering with traces of hatred. In terms of talent, He was even more talented than his old friend, Mo Wuxie. However, after so many years, he still gave me, a Emperor Stage, a hard struggle. All of this was because of Sima Jingfeng!
Sima Jingfeng was the same as Mo Wuxie, he was only one step away from breaking through to the Emperor Stage, and at the same time, he was Academy Lord of the Sunrise Courtyard, one of the three great Holy Ji Academy in the Yangji Province!
As the first tier of the seventy-two lower provinces in the north of the Central Celestial Domain, the Yangji Province didn't care about resources or spiritual energy. The Yangji Province was the number one province in the northern 72 provinces of the Central Celestial Domain. And the three great Holy Ji Academy on it could be said to be one of the eight great courtyards. The three most powerful courtyards, the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition. Among the other five courtyards, there might not be anyone who could make it into the top three of the Martial Gathering in the last ten years. However, the Sunrise Courtyard and the other three courtyards had been dominating the top three all year round. In the last ten courtyards, none of them had been able to make it into the top three of the Martial Meeting. If there were three courtyards outside of the top three, it would be considered abnormal!
"Sima Jingfeng is here. Looks like the good show is about to begin!"
"Dongfang Sheng, I told you to be arrogant. Soon, there will be a time for you to cry!"
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In an instant, sounds of schadenfreude could be heard. The grudges and grudges between Academy Lord, Dongfang Sheng of Northern Wasteland Courtyard, and Academy Lord and Sima Jingfeng of Sunrise Courtyard could be heard continuously from the mouths of the elders and chiefs of the various courtyards. The younger generation might not know much about it, but for the older generation. . . It wasn't a secret. In fact, in the past ten thousand years. . . Every year in the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition, the Northern Wasteland Courtyard and the Sunrise Courtyard would have a fierce battle. Of course, most of the people who suffered losses were from the Northern Wasteland Courtyard, especially in the past few thousand years. As the North Wasteland entered the last phase of the martial arts, its spiritual energy was depleted. It had almost lost the qualification to fight against the Sunrise Courtyard, let alone fight back. Even the ability to parry was extremely difficult!
In the time it took to breathe.
Sima Jingfeng had already arrived in front of him. He glanced at Dongfang Sheng with some contempt, and said with ridicule, "Dongfang Sheng, I never thought that your Northern Wasteland Courtyard would dare to participate in the Martial Meeting. Aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistake?"
"Sima Jingfeng, you. . . " A trace of anger flashed across Dongfang Sheng's eyes. The veins on his forehead were faintly bulging. The line-up of their Desolate North Academy wasn't too bad, as they had the strength of two monsters. It was even above the current three giants. If nothing unexpected happened. . . There was no hope of getting into the top three, but they could still guarantee that they would get into the seventh place. It was even possible for him to get into the sixth place. However, all of this had been destroyed by the Sunrise Courtyard, the two top grade Northern Wasteland Courtyards of the Northern Wasteland Courtyard. One of them had his dantian destroyed by the geniuses of the Sunrise Courtyard, and all of his hundreds of years of hard work had gone to waste. The other one was even more miserable. He was killed on the spot on the arena.
Right at this moment. . .
Mo Wuxie who was standing at the side said, "Sima Jingfeng, don't go too far!"
"Mo Wuxie, this is a personal grudge between me and Dongfang Sheng. It has nothing to do with you!" Sima Jingfeng warned Mo Wuxie. There was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes. Mo Wuxie was different from Dongfang Sheng, who was almost crippled by him. Not to mention that his cultivation base was not lower than his. The backer behind him could not be underestimated. More importantly, The people of the Devil Dao had always been obedient. They had no inhibitions and could not completely fall out with them. Sima Jingfeng did not want to completely fall out with them either!
"Sima Jingfeng, Brother Dongfang is my life-and-death brother. You. . . "
"Old friend, about me and Sima Jingfeng. . . Let me handle it!" Before Mo Wuxie could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dongfang Sheng. He did not want to implicate his old friend because of him. Sima Family was one of the top families in Holy Ji Sect. The old ancestor was one of the expert of the Sect. Although this old friend of his had an extraordinary background, he didn't want to implicate his old friend. But there's still a big gap between us and the Sima clan!
"Mo Wuxie, you have heard what Dongfang Sheng said. It's better if you don't interfere in our matters!" He sneered at Mo Wuxie.
The next moment. . .
Sima Jingfeng turned around and looked at Dongfang Sheng again. A mocking look flashed across his eyes, "Dongfang Sheng, you still have the guts to participate in this year's Martial Meeting. It seems like you have confidence in them. How about it? Do you have the guts to bet with me?"
"Bet? What do you want to bet?" A bright light flashed across Dongfang Sheng's eyes. Sima Jingfeng's words were exactly what he wanted. Half a year ago, he only hoped that Yang Fann could make it into the top ten. Currently, he had full confidence in Yang Fann. It wasn't impossible for him to fight for the first place on the list. He had single-handedly destroyed the Divine Water Palace. Even he, a quasi-Middle Greade Emperor, couldn't guarantee it. In the end, his precious treasure, Disciple. . . Furthermore, that was only half a year ago. However, Dongfang Sheng didn't show any emotion on his face. There was even a trace of anxiety and resentment on his face.
"Let's bet on the final ranking of this year's Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition. Whoever ranks higher will win. . . . Dongfang Sheng, you don't have anything good on you. Let's bet on your Star Killer Divine Spear!"
" Hiss. . . What a good Sima Jingfeng, he's going to pull out the bottom of the barrel!! " Sima Jingfeng said it in a light tone. But when it entered into the ears of everyone, it was like a thunderclap. Many of them couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. The Star Killer Divine Spear was Dongfang Sheng's natal magic treasure. If something were to happen to it, it could be said that Dongfang Sheng's arm would be severed. His combat strength would immediately drop by more than three levels. It couldn't be said that he wasn't ruthless!
"Brother Dongfang, you can't be stupid!" Mo Wuxie immediately became anxious. He had seen all the geniuses of Northern Wasteland Courtyard, the strongest of them all. They barely had the strength to fight Top Quasi Emperor. Such combat strength. . . In the past few years, they might still be able to hold on. If he was lucky, he might be able to make it to the top ten. However, in this year's competition, he might not even be able to make it to the top thirty. On the other hand, the Sunrise Courtyard had produced a few incredible Peerless Evildoer. Especially the number one monster - Feng Qianmo, who was called the Wind Saint Son and was born with the Thunder Wind Saint Body. This was a top grade Saintly Body that wasn't any weaker than the Heavenly Devil Body. Even his precious treasure, Disciple Fang Qingxue, was facing Feng Qianmo. The Northern Wasteland Courtyard had no chance of winning at all.
"Sima Jingfeng, if you have the guts, bet with me!"
Sima Jingfeng did not even look at Mo Wuxie, as if he did not hear Mo Wuxie's invitation to fight at all. He stared at Dongfang Sheng and said. "Dongfang Sheng, if you don't have the guts. . . As the head of the academy, you don't even have the guts to bet. Tsk tsk. . . It's such a waste to be a disciple of my Glory Sect!! "
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