Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 793

"What shall we do next?" Mu Ziyuan looked at Feng Ruoqian.

Feng Ruoqian wants to compete for the No.1 in the Saints Contest, but Ye Mao cannot be avoided.

Feng Ruoqian narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Ye Mao is jumping around too much, people from Qianlong Demon Sect will try to get rid of him in the competition, and now I just need to study the Wubei well."

"Brother Feng, we can compete with Ye Mao in any way we want. After all, we are all for the first place in the competition. There is no right or wrong in this kind of competition. Once Qianlong Demon Cult is involved, the nature will change." Mu Ziyuan was worried. .

Feng Ruoqian is too strong, and if she encounters an obstacle that he can't overcome, she is worried that Feng Ruoqian will take risks and cooperate with those people from Qianlong Demon Sect.

"I understand this measure." Feng Ruoqian sighed rather complicatedly, "This Ye Mao is really a hero, if I hadn't been a few years older than him, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the qualifications to be his opponent."

"The greater the pressure, the greater the potential that can be unleashed. I believe Brother Feng can break through the limit and win the first place in this saint competition." Mu Ziyuan said.

"Yes, the number one must be mine, and it must be mine." Feng Ruoqian looked up at the Wu Bei in the sky with determination in his eyes.

"Brother Feng, I don't know if you have noticed that Ximen Wu is clearly on Ye Mao's side this time, but in fact he has been giving Ye Mao hatred."

"Why didn't you notice that Ximen Wu has a high level of comprehension, so naturally she wants to win the first place in the Saints Contest." Feng Ruoqian held a saber in his hand, posed in a posture, communicated with the martial stele, and began to comprehend the way of the saber.

Ximen Wu led a group of people on another hill not far from here, where he could just overlook Ye Mao near the Drunken Forest.

"Senior Sister Ximen, should we take the Dao Spirit Pill now, attack the Dao Fruit Realm, and get rid of Ye Mao, or wait?" A man in black asked.

"Many masters in the sect are paying attention to the Saints Competition. Now we break through together and kill Ye Mao. It will easily expose our identity."

Ximen Wu waved his hand and continued: "As mentioned above, there will be accidents in the competition, and after that accident happens, it will be the best time for us to make a move. Let's just wait now."

"Senior Sister Ximen," a woman with a big face and a strong figure stepped forward and took out a stick of black incense, "This is sent by Master Han. cigarette.

The smoke is a kind of unrivaled poison, which floats with the wind, not only can soften the bones and make people unable to stand, but can also make people lose their souls. "

"Good thing, it's just that the wind direction is not right now. Pay attention to the wind direction. Once the wind blows along Ye Mao, light it up for me immediately." Ximen Wu wanted to test the water, and interfered with Ye Mao by the way, so that he could not comprehend the martial stele and upgrade strength.

The strong woman immediately bowed to accept the order.

"Miss Ximen, don't you admire me very much, come here and let's have a good chat, I want to know what you admire about me?" Ye Mao's voice came suddenly.

"This man is really thick-skinned, Senior Sister can use her beauty tricks to injure him severely." The burly woman immediately whispered to Ximen Wu.

"You have a good idea. Some fools couldn't see what I was doing before. Do you think Ye Mao can't see it either." Ximen Wu smiled coldly, "I'm going there now, and I'm afraid the end will be worse than that. Shen Fengtian is not much better."

She flicked her big sleeves and continued: "Let's move further away and get out of Ye Mao's soul power sensing range."

"Hey, sister Ximen, why are you leaving? It makes me so sad that you don't show face." Ye Mao's voice came again.

Ximen Wu replied politely: "Young Master Ye, the little girl is eager to learn about the stele. After the Saints Contest is over, the little girl will be the host. Let's have a good time."

"Hey, I'm so disappointed. I thought you admired me so much that you were obsessed with it, but I didn't expect you wouldn't even see me." Ye Mao swung his sleeves and cursed secretly: "This little bitch from the Qianlong Demon Sect People, you are really cautious, and you wanted to destroy flowers with your own hands."

Ye Mao collected his mind, and secretly called Qi Ling who was stepping on the god boots, thinking to get Qi Ling out, and fooled it into recognizing him as master, so that it would be easier to meet strong enemies in the future.

But after calling for a long time, there was not even a shadow of hair.

"Qi Ling doesn't like you now, you should work hard and study your martial stele." Li Niansheng couldn't help but mention Ye Mao.

"If I hadn't been participating in the Saints Contest, I would have subdued that weapon spirit." Ye Mao glanced at the heavenly boots on his feet, and looked up at the monument in the sky.

The stele is deep in the sky, with a large area, some places are patterned, and some places are strange symbols, which look very ordinary.

"There's nothing mysterious about it, how do you comprehend this thing?" Ye Mao scratched the back of his head in bewilderment.

Li Niansheng said: "The stele needs to be accompanied by combat skills to comprehend it."

Ye Mao swung the Canglang Sword, unfolded the "Ice Soul Great Swordsmanship", and used the soul seed to communicate with Wu Bei, and Wu Bei changed instantly in his senses.

It has become a vast and boundless cosmos space, with planets floating in it, ice phoenixes flying, and ice and snowflakes everywhere.

That kind of coldness, that kind of magnificence, is a thousand times, ten thousand times more majestic than the picture Ye Mao once imagined.

Every planet is communicating with the sword-shaped imprint in his sea of ​​consciousness, nurturing the way of the sword, and he clearly feels that his way of the sword is slowly improving.

"This stele is so terrifying!" Ye Mao put away his sword and stood up, his eyes full of shock.

He let [-] Shura clones understand the mystery of swordsmanship with the help of the martial tablet, [-] Shura clones comprehend the mystery of palming, and the remaining [-] Shura clones, [-] comprehend the curved way, and [-] comprehend the arrow way.

The deity Ye Mao thought, the first level of Divine Sword Art, the Sword of the Other Side, has been cultivated, and now there is such a good opportunity, why not get the second level and use the martial stele to comprehend it.

Li Niansheng was asked to protect him, while he sat cross-legged and sank his mind into the sea of ​​consciousness.

During this period of time, I didn't spend much merit points. When I checked the Purdue Divine Mirror, I had accumulated more than 6 merit points, and I only needed [-] for the second time to learn the sword technique.

The soul body floated into the wooden fish, took out the receiving rings of those people obtained before, and poured out the blood pills, spiritual materials and other things in it.

The large teleportation array swallowed the energy in those spiritual materials, emitting a dazzling light, and there were array symbols floating in it.

Ye Mao's soul body stood in the center of the formation, chanting the mantra: "Endless universe, hundreds of millions of worlds; telepathy, the western Buddhist kingdom; the universe is reversed, time and space are opened; send my soul, descend to the Buddha world - Amitabha!"

A strong sense of distortion came suddenly, as if after a long time, Ye Mao squeezed out of a thin crack and fell to the top of a big mountain.

It was the old monk with a big sword on his back again. He was obviously sitting cross-legged, but at this moment he seemed to be moving, and what he was using was the Sword of the Other Shore.

This level of swordsmanship displayed by this old monk is really unpredictable, there are Buddha ships in the strands of sword energy from the other shore.

Ye Mao felt that he was about to be sucked into the Buddha boat, and hurriedly backed away. The sky was filled with sword energy in an instant, and in an instant, it turned into a golden seed, which sank into the center of his eyebrows with a "swoosh".

(End of this chapter)