Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 965 Can I Be That Kind of Person

Ye Qing had no choice but to open the door.

Those people swarmed in, all clamoring to fight Ye Mao.

These people who came were all from the mid-stage, late-stage, and Dzogchen stages of the saints, and those at the level of the ancestors did not show up.

"You are all too weak, it's meaningless to fight with you, I might as well earn points if I have that kind of skill." Ye Mao waved his hand, "Retire all of you, I don't want to leave a psychological shadow on you."

"Pretend to be a wolf with a big tail, I will put you down with one finger."

"I beat you with a single spit."

"I blew in one breath, and your internal organs shifted, and you fell to the ground and cried."

……

Ye Mao's words aroused turbulent discussions, and everyone seemed to be fighting.

"Hey, hey, this is my house, if you dare to make a move here and destroy one of my things, I will beat you all into pig's heads." Ye Qing's cultivation base is also quite high.

She is a saint with a Dzogchen practice, and she has a lot of prestige here.

"Ye Mao, as long as you agree to fight with me, no matter whether you win or lose, I will give you [-] points." There was a man in yellow shirt who wanted to beat Ye Mao so much.

"You can still earn points like this." Ye Mao's eyes lit up, "It's just [-] points, and you are ashamed to give it away. How about this, if you win, I will give you [-] points, and vice versa, how about it?"

"You just came in, do you have points?" the man in the yellow shirt asked.

Ye Mao said: "If you lose, I will go to the illusory battle cave to earn money for you. Are you still afraid that I will renege on my debts?"

The man in the yellow shirt was overjoyed. To be honest, he hoped that Ye Mao would renege on his debt, and then he would have a better excuse to abuse Ye Mao every day.

So, he readily complied.

"Ye Kong broke through to the late saint stage a month ago, can you handle it?" Ye Qing observed the aura emanating from Ye Mao's body, and felt that he was a middle stage saint.

For Ye Mao to have this level of cultivation, she was also secretly shocked. Such a terrifying speed of cultivation was even worse than that of the third uncle.

"I often leapfrog challenges, so it's definitely okay." In order to attract more "fish" to take the bait, Ye Mao decided to hide his cultivation and suppress his strength.

Star Arena!

This arena looked like a small island suspended in the starry sky, with a very large area, and there were more than 200 people standing around it, including the thin old man and the old woman in gray clothes.

Ye Kong took out a worn-out robe, and the back of the robe was full of torn seams, which formed three words—work hard!

"Back then, when my father and I were sparring, my third uncle wrote these three words on his back with a sword. My father gave me this robe just to wake me up." Ye Kong put away his robe, raised his long knife, Pointing at Ye Mao, "Today I will return these three words to you."

"Confidence is a good thing, but I still suggest you to be prepared to fail." Ye Mao said harmoniously.

"Hmph..." Ye Kong launched the attack first.

The two collided thirteen times, and when the No. 14 time came, Ye Kong was defeated. He hugged the robe on the ring, crying loudly: "Dad, I'm sorry for you..."

"Go and cry, it's my turn!" Another person entered the stage confidently.

Under Ye Mao's control, the battle was relatively easy at the beginning, and gradually became more and more difficult, and finally some monks in the Dzogchen period began to end.

Ye Mao started to show his speed, and used all kinds of tricks to win the battle, making everyone think that he was really just a mid-stage saint monk.

In this way, at the end of the day, he earned 210 million points.

But when he thought about the need for one billion points to clean the Fire God Orb, he couldn't be happier. He thought in his heart that he must increase the points in tomorrow's battle.

If his fellow clansmen knew about it, they would have to scold Ye Mao bloody.

Now his fellow clansmen were all frowning, aggrieved, and unwilling. They came to abuse Ye Mao, but they were all abused instead.

"I told you a long time ago, you are not my opponent, you insist on giving me points." Ye Mao sighed, "It's pitiful to be poor, and you can only be a training partner for a group of people for the sake of points, hey..."

Ye Zhong, Ye Kong and the others' lungs exploded with anger.

"You have more than 200 million points in your hand, and you are poor, bastard, it's not a thing."

"That's the points I've accumulated for more than half a month."

"This bastard is even worse than Uncle San. Uncle San is at most causing mental and physical harm. This bastard is even robbing us of our resources."

"Don't be arrogant, we have already sent someone to invite the masters of the holy ancestor level who are retreating, and you will see me tomorrow."

……

Many people suffered from insomnia that night, some sighed, some scolded God for being blind, some kept exhaling deeply, trying to let out the depression and aggrieved air in their stomachs...

Early the next morning, Ye Qing came to look for Ye Mao.

"Are you hiding your cultivation?" Ye Qing was really shocked by Ye Mao yesterday.

Ye Mao would not admit it, and said: "How is this possible? At my age, it is already a miracle to be able to cultivate to this level."

"But a lot of people realize it later and think that you are hiding your strength just to cheat everyone's points." Ye Qing stared into Ye Mao's eyes and said.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

It seems that his acting skills are still flawed.

"How can I be that kind of person?" Ye Mao opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Ye Qing said: "Today they don't take turns to play, and directly invite the strongest ancestor of anger in the early stage of the ancestors, and want to test all your strengths."

As soon as Ye Mao stepped onto the starry sky arena, a mighty-looking man flew over. His hair mutated and turned fiery red, and there was a sense of evil all over his body.

It is the ancestor of anger!

"This battle is a bet of 210 million points." The angry ancestor's eyes were wide open, and there were flames burning in his pupils.

Ye Mao said: "You really know how to make wishful thinking. I worked hard yesterday and played all day to win the points. You want to win them back once."

"Why, I'm so cowardly." The Angry Patriarch's mouth slanted, showing disdain.

"Okay, I'll take it." Ye Mao said with his eyes wide open.

The holy ancestor of wrath has incorporated a lot of spiritual fire into the holy power, and the skill of controlling fire with one hand is superb.

Ye Mao pretended to be suppressed at first, but in the middle of the battle, he pretended to be a breakthrough, raised his cultivation level to the late stage of the saint, aroused the Nine Heavens Xuanbing, and wounded the angry ancestor.

After that, he fought with him for more than 300 moves, intentionally slapped him a few times, bit through the blood bag prepared in advance, and pretended to be injured, and finally defeated him with difficulty.

"This bastard just broke through too easily, it feels like a disguise."

"This time I finally forced out his true strength."

"I don't know how this bastard cultivated, but at the age of 31, he has reached the late stage of the saint, and he can still challenge two small levels, which is more terrifying than the third uncle."

"Even if he's scary, what's the point? Hmph, Brother Ye Ran and Brother Ye Ran are enough to defeat him without taking action."

"Brother Ye Ran is the mid-stage cultivation of the holy ancestor. His ancient burning thunder fist is super terrifying. Wherever the fist shines, everything will be turned into ashes, and not a blade of grass will grow."

Someone suddenly shouted: "Look, Brother Ye Ran is here!"

(End of this chapter)