471: C471 The Middle-aged Man with the Purple Beard

C471 The Middle-aged Man with the Purple Beard

Han Feng and the other three seemed to have some kind of embellishments. The brotherhood and friendship between them made people sigh with emotion.

In the martial arts world, in order to pursue supreme strength, many people sold out their family and friends. It was very difficult to have a good friend, but the six god 's favoreds figures cultivated by the Hongtian Academy and Longevity Temple... They had deep feelings for each other.

The six of them pursued the supreme martial path together, advancing and retreating together.

Daoist Yidu and Loong Yi looked at each other and smiled. The behavior of these children... They were very satisfied with being teachers, and they also thought of the days when they were young. They cultivated and sparred with their old friends, competing for the peak of the martial path.

"Younger brothers are united, their benefits break metal. I am very pleased that you all have this type of relationship." Loong Yi said with a faint smile, "King's Banquet is destined to be the stage for your rise."

"Among us, Tianwang and Wushuang have yet to appear. There will definitely be people who will target you in the future. You must be careful." Han Feng said in a low voice.

"En, don't worry." Tuoba Wushuang's strength was strong. No matter who he fought, he had enough confidence.

As expected, after one of them stepped into the Royal Battle Platform, he immediately called out the name of the person from the Hongtian Academy, Sun Tianwang.

"Lyi Min is courting death." A smile emerged on Han Feng's face. Lyi Min actually dared to challenge Sun Tianwang? This was simply courting death.

"Old Han, this bastard is a bit arrogant. Let me go up and beat him up so that he won't be able to take care of himself." Sun Tianwang chuckled and immediately stepped onto the Royal Battle Platform. He didn't care about Lyi Min's ashen expression at all.

"Life can't take care of itself. What a big tone. Today... I will make you lie down." Lyi Min shouted angrily and struck out with his palm. It was like a golden ancient Buddha carrying a sharp cutting force. The will of metal and Buddha was unleashed at the same time, striking at Sun Tianwang.

Lyi Min knew very well about the relationship between Sun Tianwang and Han Feng. If he could seriously injure Sun Tianwang, he would strike Han Feng in an invisible way.

Sun Tianwang let out a cold snort. If it was Qi Yao, he might have been more careful, but this was Lyi Min, the last ranked Eight Young Masters, and he was not even as good as Ling Wanqing.

Sun Tianwang's palm moved. Endless devouring vortices surged out. In an instant, the extremely sharp cutting force was swallowed by the vortices. A hurricane crazily rushed towards Lyi Min, carrying with it the power to tear everything apart.

A golden Buddha appeared in front of Lyi Min. Its pressure was unparalleled, and the monstrous Buddha light converged, turning into a divine weapon that wanted to pierce through the devouring hurricane.

The Buddha talisman kept shining. The power of the pestle could be said to be terrifying. However, the devouring hurricane was still sweeping towards the Buddha Pestle. In just a moment, the Buddha's Pestle was torn apart. It was as if a tiny bit of light was flowing into Sun Tianwang's body. It was swallowed by Sun Tianwang.

"Absorbing Physique!" In the sky, there were several terrifying experts. All of their auras were unfathomable. At a glance, it was as if these people did not possess any cultivation. However, their eyes were filled with vigor. They were able to tell everyone how powerful they were.

In fact, even the Astral Martial Stage Martial Lord on the ground couldn't detect their existence. This showed how strong these people's cultivation base was.

"It's indeed the devouring physique." Another person spoke. It was the middle-aged man who was in charge of the second stage.

"In addition to Sun Tianwang's Devouring Physique, there's also the Lightning Physique. The quality of this year's King's Banquet is very high. Ming Dian's Sword Dao is also very powerful. It's a pity that those old undyings didn't come. " A middle-aged man with a purple beard said with a smile.

This middle-aged man had a very high position in the crowd. As soon as he said this, many people echoed him and looked down with smiles in their eyes.

If they were able to select an outstanding god 's favored, it would be a great contribution to these envoys.

"Qing Huang and the others should be finished soon, right?" The purple-bearded middle-aged man asked.

"That's right. The King's Banquet of the other empires should have ended a day earlier. They should have come to State of Zhao to meet up." The middle-aged man replied.

The purple-bearded man nodded slightly, "That's good. We can let these little fellows exchange pointers."

The middle-aged man in the long robe seemed to be deep in thought. In the past, when the various countries competed for the god 's favored, the State of Zhao had always been at a disadvantage. This year, he wondered if there would be any changes.

...

While these experts from the Divine Seal Palace were talking, the battle between Sun Tianwang and Lyi Min had reached its climax. Sun Tianwang's hurricane of devouring was like a silkworm dragon devouring Lyi Min step by step, wanting to devour his spiritual energy.

In such a battle, Lyi Min's spiritual energy consumption could be said to be enormous, but Sun Tianwang became more and more brave as he fought. His spiritual energy became more and more surging, making Lyi Min clench his teeth in hatred. The spiritual energy Sun Tianwang used came from him.

"Intent of Devouring, as expected of one of the most heaven defying martial will in the legends." Lyi Min sighed. He originally thought that he was inferior to Han Feng. He never thought that he had underestimated Sun Tianwang's strength. Now, he could only die with hatred.

Facing Sun Tianwang's all-encompassing hurricane of devouring, Lyi Min's heart trembled. He took a step back and admitted defeat in the end.1

Chen Tianfang and Lyi Min were both defeated. This meant that Chen Huang and Sun Tianwang had replaced their rankings.

The third round was the ranking battle. If they lost, they would lose their rankings. At the same time, those who were ranked lower could also seize the opportunity to enter the top ten.

Obviously, Sun Tianwang and Han Lei had seized the opportunity.

"Well done!" Han Feng gently clapped his hands, as if he was deliberately mocking Lyi Min, causing Lyi Min's face to turn red. He clenched his fists, but he could not do anything to Han Feng.

"Keep his dog life and slowly humiliate him." Sun Tianwang walked back to the Hongtian Academy's camp and said with a faint smile.

Kaboom!

In the Lyi family, a mighty warrior smashed the table in front of him with his palm. Han Feng and Sun Tianwang were too arrogant. They actually looked down on the god 's favored of the Lyi family.

Everyone was slightly moved by the defeat of the Lyi family this time. As the only person who participated in the third trial of the King's Banquet, Lyi Min's performance was disappointing. Of course, there was no doubt about Sun Tianwang's strength.

Ling Wanqing walked up slowly and casually challenged one of them. It had to be said that as the only girl in the Eight Young Masters, Ling Wanqing's combat strength was also very powerful. Although it looked like a light palm strike, it had a biting cold killing intent. Step by step, she closed in on her opponent and defeated him.

There were many battles that followed, but after the top ten, the battles were not as exciting anymore. Until Tuoba Wushuang went on stage, his fist technique was overbearing and unparalleled. It was almost indestructible, and any ordinary fist technique was in his hands. Boom!

"What's this kid's name? His strength is very strong, and he can control any fist technique. He's like a natural born king." The middle-aged man with a purple beard asked faintly. He had a slight interest in Tuoba Wushuang.

Although he didn't have a certain type of physique, nor did he have many powerful martial skills, Tuoba Wushuang's strength was incomparably strong. He was able to exert his martial skills to a level that ordinary people couldn't achieve. In this aspect, he was quite similar to Han Feng.

"Tuoba Wushuang." The middle-aged man in the long robe said.

"Tuoba Wushuang?" The purple-bearded man frowned, "Could it be someone from the Tuoba family?"

"No way. The Tuoba family was an ancient clan. Why is there a disciple here? It should be just the same name. There's nothing to be afraid of." The middle-aged man in the long robe said slowly. Tuoba family was a powerful family that wasn't any weaker than the Divine Seal Palace. In fact, they were even stronger. Tuoba Wushuang's talent... It was considered pretty good even in the Tuoba family. How could he cultivate in an academy in a small country?

When the purple-bearded middle-aged man heard this, he thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. How could an ancient clan like the Tuoba family leave a talented and outstanding junior behind?

"These battles are really boring." In the Hongtian Academy's camp, Sun Tianwang was watching these battles. He couldn't help but feel a little bored. With the help of those super powerful god 's favored, * Hong Long...... *

Finally, all eighteen battles ended. Apart from the top ten, the changes in the rankings were huge.

"If this continues, when will it be the end?" Zhao Tianming was getting impatient. After every battle, he would have to wait for seventeen battles. To him, this was simply a waste.

"Why don't you let me fight seventeen battles in a row in one go and beat all these useless people to the ground? Then I'll go back and rest. I'll come back at the last dinner. How about it? " Zhao Tianming shouted at the judge, causing the judge to feel a little awkward. He was an old man in the palace. He naturally knew how important the fourth prince in front of him was in King Zhao's heart, so he did not dare to offend him. However, he didn't know how to answer.

"Ling, why are you so impatient? The rules of the King's Banquet are passed down from generation to generation. You can't change them as you wish." Zhao Tianji said with a smile, as if he was a kind elder brother, patiently explaining.

"What good idea does big brother have?" Zhao Tianming was still somewhat afraid of Zhao Tianji.

"How about this, let's start with three rounds of battle. If someone can enter the top ten... There should be a chance within the three rounds, but if they didn't enter after the three rounds... Let's put it at the back and wait for the top ten spots to be confirmed. Challenging again. "

"If you want to advance one of the top thirty-six places, you need to challenge them. However, each jump cannot exceed five. Furthermore, you only have one chance to challenge them."

Zhao Tianji simply changed the rules of the battle, making Zhao Tianming satisfied. "That's good too. After three rounds, the top 10 places will be determined. I would like to see if anyone will come to my place to die."

"This Zhao Tianming is really conceited. There is no limit to his arrogance." The purple-bearded middle-aged man was in the void. Everything below him could be seen through his eyes, including the words of the crowd.

"This man doesn't even put us in his eyes. Compared to his elder brother, he is still too far away." The middle-aged man in the long robe said coldly. He was very dissatisfied with Zhao Tianming's attitude.

"Among King Zhao's four sons, Eldest Prince is the only one who has the most potential. He is also highly regarded by some of the elders in the palace. It doesn't make sense." The middle-aged man had a good impression of Zhao Tianji and said with a smile.

Seeing that the people present were meaningless, Zhao Tianji felt relieved in his heart. He nodded and said, "Let's continue."

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