Wuhuang is above

Chapter 333
At this moment, the cultivation bases of these twelve cultivators have not changed at all, but their aura has skyrocketed wildly.

The feeling of the whole team has completely changed.

It was as if a beast that had been sleeping for many years suddenly woke up.

The explosive power shown at that moment shocked countless cultivators!
"The exercises are automatically perfected, and their exercises are actually automatically perfected!"

"I really can't underestimate these small border countries, but I have only been in Zhongdu for a few days, and it is really not easy to fill in the gaps in the original cultivation base in such a short period of time!"

"It's all thanks to that team. If it wasn't for their repeated pressure and persecution, even if they were given another two months, they would not be able to restore and complete the missing Taoism."

"Indeed, there is a flaw in the way, and no matter how powerful the kung fu is, it cannot be perfected. Even if we lose this match, the Osumi team will not lose!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience seats, everyone was envious of the good luck of Osumi, but they didn't know why this happened.

Only Feng Qingyu, who was fighting with the leader of the opposing team, could understand a little bit.

When the fighting spirit in Zi Yuan and the others reached its peak, this idea naturally merged into one place.

And at the same time that this idea was fused together, the state of those threads suspended in the air changed.

Dao Ze, who was originally in the state of silk thread, was led by this thought, and countless star points were blurred one after another, and rushed towards Zi Yuan and the others.

Also since then, the aura of the twelve players has changed.

It is true that their cultivation has not increased, but the overall strength has not improved by a single star.

Especially Ziyuan.

Her talent is far higher than the others, and the fighting spirit released from her body is also the highest, so she gets more benefits.

"Could it be that those Daoist silk threads will change because of changes in ideas?"

Feng Qingyu frowned tightly, and her consciousness wandered for a moment.

But at this moment of freeing, the opponent's team leader seized the opportunity.

Countless golden sword lights merged into one place, but in an instant, they had already turned into palm-sized miniature swords.

Although these mini gold swords are small, their number is densely packed, there are tens of thousands of them.

Tens of thousands of miniature swords merged into a golden torrent, and with incomparable power, they went straight to Feng Qingyu to attack!

There was a cold light in the long and narrow eyes, and at the moment when the golden torrent rushed over, Feng Qingyu lightly touched the palm of his hand, and a wall of flames appeared out of thin air!
In the blink of an eye, the golden torrent collided with the flame wall!
Under the continuous attack of those miniature arrows, countless clusters of sparks exploded on the flame wall.

These sparks only floated in the air for a moment, and then rushed back into the fire wall to form a new protection.

The torrent of golden swords attacked continuously, but Feng Qingyu's wall of flames remained standing.

Such a killer move couldn't break through a wall of flames, and the leader who was fighting Feng Qingyu broke out in a cold sweat, desperately urging the golden sword to increase the output of vitality.

But the result never changed.

The wall of flames standing in front of him was as immovable as a boundary barrier.

And this firewall is just one of the means of that figure.

Since the fight, the team leader could clearly sense that the opponent hadn't used all his strength and only held him back from participating in the battle there.

Before, he thought that the team leader Osumi had some scruples. It wasn't until after the opponent cast this wall of fire that he realized how big the gap between himself and the opponent was.

"We admit defeat!!"

After four or five consecutive attacks, tens of thousands of golden swords have been used up, but the wall of flames has not changed. The only luck in the leader's heart has been crushed to pieces.

Especially Feng Qingyu's nonchalant attitude.

Let the team leader feel even more desperate.

The leader of the Osumi team didn't take him seriously at all. If he didn't admit defeat at this time, he might not even have the chance to admit defeat later.

If you can't escape a defeat, it's better to lose openly.

Which cultivator does not have his own pride?

If it weren't for the fact that the gap was too big, who would be willing to give up easily?

The crisp gong sounded again, and the old and majestic voice of the elders of the Dimeng also sounded.

"Twenty to Ten Qualifying Tournament No. [-] Division [-]st Round, Osumi wins!!"

The sound fell to the ground, and cheers followed.

However, there are only a few dozen people who contributed the most cheers.

Those who can sit in the spectator seats are inextricably linked with the participating teams below.

Now the team I support may lose or be eliminated, and the supporters of those teams who are still on the field are also full of worries. Who still has the heart to cheer for the opponent!
With the victory and defeat already decided, the team members who faced Zi Yuan and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They were able to suppress each other before, but since these people's own cultivation has reached perfection, the situation has reversed.

The cat that had been bullied and dodged around turned into a fierce tiger, and the anger it erupted was enough for them to drink a pot.

If it wasn't for the team leader still persevering there, he and the others would have been defeated long ago.

After coming down from the field, these Osumi players all smiled.

Since the day they arrived in Zhongdu, their heads have not been raised.

Whether it is local or foreign cultivators, few see them and few see Osumi in their eyes.

Now that they are finally proud, how could they be unhappy.

"How does it feel to be perfect?"

Just talking and laughing, Zuo Qing led the doctor and rushed over from the viewing seats.

"It's okay, but it's just a pity that the Consummation didn't take a step forward, otherwise it would be even better!" Zi Yuan replied with blushing cheeks.

Zuo Qing was really envious of that sweaty and energetic appearance.

"You really are a dissatisfied little girl! One must know that there have been many teams participating in the Central Capital in the past, and how many of them can complete their own cultivation in such a short period of time?

You have to know how many cultivators, even if the competition is over, they still can't complete their cultivation. They have to beg their grandparents to tell their grandma in this capital city, and ask for relationships everywhere to stay here for a while.

Its purpose is to take advantage of this rare opportunity to complete one's cultivation.

You are fine, not only are you dissatisfied, but you complain that your cultivation has not improved further! "

"President Zuo, what is a perfect cultivation? Are there any shortcomings in the exercises we practiced before?"

It was only when Zuo Qing's voice fell to the ground that someone in the crowd immediately asked a question.

It's no wonder that they don't understand the incompleteness of Daoism in the fringes of Sapo Continent. Except for the core figures of the big powers in the middle, only those royal family members know a thing or two.

Those who are the arrogances from these sects don't know such secrets!

If they really know that the exercises they practice are not perfect because of the shortcomings of the Tao, then they all sharpen their heads and run in the middle!

There are already enough cultivators in the central capital, if those cultivators from marginal countries go to the central capital, it will not overwhelm the first city on Sapo Continent!
(End of this chapter)