Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 814 Goddess Bai Speaks

Ye Mao raised his hand and pressed it on the fighting jade, an incomparable cyan light erupted from the jade in an instant, and a line of words appeared in it, which was impressively: Sword Dao 120 million; Zhang Dao 99 million; Arrow Dao 96; Detours 36; others 460, a total of [-] million.

"Hiss..." Everyone gasped.

"The way of swordsmanship and palming have both reached the fifth level, and the way of arrows and curved way are close to the fifth level." Someone was dumbfounded, "This is too scary."

"Ye Mao's various values ​​before entering the Yanling Small Realm totaled 210 million, so his score is 240 million." Before the elder deacon announced, the red-robed patriarch's Hong Liang voice sounded in the air, "Purple talisman, Dragon knife, black eagle... You bastards have laughed at my mother for so many years. This time, my disciple won the first place in the Saints competition.

In the more than 20 years since the establishment of the Jidao Evil Sect, the best score of the Saints Contest was only 170 million. The results created by my second disciple have refreshed the history of the Jidao Evil Sect Saints Contest and will be recorded in the history of the sect. It has been shining for thousands of years, and it has been worshiped by generations of sect disciples forever. "

The faces of those saints were very ugly, especially the purple talisman. He didn't want to see the scene of Ye Mao and the ancestor in red, and wished he could leave immediately.

But for the upcoming succession ceremony, all elders had to attend, so he could only stay here full of depression.

"Hey, don't you usually like to talk very much, and you especially like to mock me about my eldest disciple? Why are you dumb today?" In the first Saints Contest, your four disciples scored 82, and won No.2. Good guy, that's awesome. Every time you see me, you have to show off, but this score is even higher than that of my second disciple. One-third of Xiao Ye'er is not there, look at the gap."

The dragon sword sage remained silent with a black face as if he was constipated.

"Saint Black Eagle, I remember that the sixth disciple of your sect took No.3, but you are even worse than the saint of dragon knife. You also asserted that no matter how many disciples I recruit, I can't compare with your sixth disciple, saying My disciple will never be able to break into the top three of the Saints Contest." The red-robed patriarch quacked, "I argued with you for a few words, but you said at that time, if my disciple enters the contest First three, you just give me your natal holy sword—the Black Eagle Sword, hehe, now please fulfill your promise."

The black vulture sage felt as if he had eaten a dead mouse, feeling uncomfortable and oppressed, wishing he could slap his mouth wide open, why would he bet on his natal holy sword for what he said at the time was not good.

If a sword cultivator loses his natal holy sword, he not only has to find a suitable sword weapon, but also has to start over from the "Unity Realm" and integrate the sword weapon with himself step by step.

After such a toss, it will take at least decades of hard work to repair the natal sword.

"That..." The black vulture sage has a good face, and he is embarrassed to play tricks directly, "As long as the inheritance Ye Mao got in the inheritance hall is better than that of my six disciples, I will give you the black vulture sword immediately without you asking. "

Every time the saints contest can finally enter the inheritance hall, only the top three can get the inheritance of the saints, but these three people are not necessarily successful. Some people cannot be recognized by the soul seal of the saints, and some people will fail in the inheritance due to physical reasons.

The black eagle sage's move was a disguised rejection.

The red-robed patriarch knew that it would not be so easy to get the Black Eagle Sword. Since the Black Eagle Saint proposed such a condition, she readily agreed.

Anyway, she has confidence in Ye Mao.

At this moment, Han Zhenlong was as depressed as the Dragon Sword Saint and the Purple Talisman.

"Your score is 130 million, which is a full 110 million less than my son's. With such a big gap, I really don't know who gave you the confidence to come and provoke my son. Hmph, you know what it means to take it yourself Bullying, overreaching?" Hong Yan curled her lips, "I'm talking about your pathetic and ignorant behavior."

"Ye Mao's major in swordsmanship is not as good as mine, hum..." Han Zhenlong was full of resentment. Today he made her sister a foil for Mrs. Ye Mao, and he became Ye Mao's stepping stone.

"Feng Ruoqian once said similar things, but now he doesn't even have the courage to stand in front of Douzhan Daoyu to test." Hong Yan looked at Han Zhenlong with contempt.

Han Zhenlong didn't have the courage to argue anymore, because there were many people around him pointing fingers, some said he was an idiot, and he actually went to compare his comprehension ability with an evildoer who pioneered the way of water on behalf of the way of heaven;
Some people say that he is a short guy, that a blind cat met a dead mouse and swallowed some kind of precious medicine to get his current results. He has no ability and can't compare with Ye Mao;

What's more, he actually said that he was a "little man" and became insane when he got his ambition. In the end, he met a "superior man" and was abused into a scum all of a sudden.

Han Zhenlong was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. These bastards and scumbags, when his grades came out, all kinds of compliments poured in, and all kinds of words that Ye Mao was not as good as him were one sentence after another.

Now seeing Ye Mao's good grades, everyone's attitude has changed drastically, and they are just a bunch of fools.

He managed to get up once, but fell so badly in the end, which set off Ye Mao even more, this feeling is simply terrible.

Looking at those people pointing, mocking, and sneering now, Han Zhenlong misses the days when he was unknown and no one paid attention to him very much.

The score registration is still going on, but it will end soon.

Not surprisingly, the No.1 of the Saints Contest is Ye Mao, the No.2 is the sad Han Zhenlong, and the No.3 is actually Yang Luoluo. It is said that this girl got a holy flower of the sword spirit and raised her swordsmanship to the highest level. The pinnacle of the fourth realm.

"Can I use that Battle Dao Jade to test my Wu Dao value?" Wu Qingyue asked Ye Mao softly.

Ye Mao nodded, pulled Wu Qingyue over, and greeted the elder deacon, Wu Qingyue pressed her hand on the Douzhan Daoyu with a full face of anticipation.

The light that erupted from the Dou Zhan Dao Jade was even brighter than Ye Mao's, and a line of text in it read: Wu Dao 56!

"Damn!" Someone exclaimed, "I'm not mistaken, this, this is the sixth largest realm of the Dao of Dance, the holy realm in the Dao of Dance."

Before, everyone's attention was on Wu Qingyue's appearance. Seeing that her Wu Dao state was so terrifying, they began to pay attention to her cultivation.

It's just that many people can't see through Wu Qingyue, and in the end a master of the Holy Realm pointed out that Wu Qingyue is a mid-stage Dao Fruit Realm cultivation base.

"I thought that Fairy Wu was just a vase, but now it seems that she is not far behind Senior Sister Bai and Senior Sister Han."

"She is so beautiful, her dancing posture must be amazing, I really want to see it."

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"Hmph, what's so great about the Dao of Dance, the attack power of the Dao of Sword is unparalleled in the world, and this lady can defeat her with just one sword." Bai Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and muttered in a low voice.

The little witch Yang Luoluo rolled her eyes, immediately raised her voice, and shouted to Wu Qingyue: "Mrs. Ye, the great goddess Bai Zhenzhen of our extremely evil sect has just spoken, saying that she can defeat you with a single sword strike."

(End of this chapter)