After the strange performance of the beautiful ladyboy Hua Hua, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold. Although all the young masters had fantasized about showing off their skills today, using their unique temperament and unique style to win the heart of the beauty, and finally returning home with glory and beauty, all the young masters had fantasized about showing off their skills today, using their unique temperament and unique style to win the heart of the beauty. However, under the abnormal special skills of the Feng Family and the Hua Family, as well as the performance of Feng Zi and Hua Hua, everyone felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them. They were completely sober, and they were also shocked.
Obviously, Long Shuiliu didn't want this to happen, so he casually made his move. His Battle Aura turned into a palm, holding a cup of top-notch perfume named "Poison" that he had spent a lot of money to buy, and he flew towards Yue Qingcheng. Long Shuiliu's move had indeed shocked everyone present. It should be known that Battle Aura was just an external release of energy. It was easy to use energy to kill and destroy enemies, but to materialize Battle Aura into a real palm, even if it could only hold a bottle of perfume, one would need to be at least in the Emperor Realm.
However, it was a pity that he hadn't managed to completely learn Palace Master Long's famous consummate skill, the Dragon-Capturing Hand. Palace Master Long's Dragon-Capturing Hand was extremely powerful. With Palace Master's strength at the peak of the Saint Realm, if he used the Dragon-Capturing Hand, not to mention the Saint-level Azure Dragon, he would definitely be able to capture the eighth-level Tyrant Dragon. He would be able to easily throw it around like it was a broken jar.
Long Shuiliu's Battle Aura was naturally not a problem for him to kill enemies with his Battle Aura. However, if he wanted to materialize Battle Aura into a real palm, hold a bottle of perfume, and fly it for more than 20 meters, it would obviously be a little difficult. Therefore, when this palm flew, it would occasionally shake a little, and there was even one time when it almost fell. In the end, Long Shuiliu was covered in cold sweat, and his face was pale. Only then did he deliver the bottle of perfume to Yue Qingcheng. Looking at the faint smile in everyone's eyes, Long Shuiliu knew that he had really made a fool of himself this time.
After that, some young masters seemed to feel that there was still hope, and used their last bit of strength to fight. They all went up one after another, each displaying their own unique skills. For a moment, it was very lively, and brilliant. On the other hand, there were only three people who should have made a move but didn't. One of them was the dazzling young master of the Divine City, Tu Qianjun, who rode on a winged dragon. The other one was Xue Wuhen, who was sitting respectfully beside Tu Qianjun. The last one was Ye Qinghan, who had silently finished off the suckling pig and started to wipe out the fruits on the table.
It seemed like Tu Qian Jun wanted to make the last move and suppress everyone with his skill. However, Xue Wuhen looked like a slave. He sat respectfully beside Tu Qian Jun. It seemed like he didn't want to make the first move. On the other hand, Ye Qinghan didn't seem to be interested at all. It was as if he felt that the beautiful lady on the table was not as delicious as the plates of fruits on the table.
The last young master's childish performance didn't garner any enthusiastic applause. The rest of the young masters finally recognized a fact. The ultimate skills that they were so proud of were so lowly and childish in front of the five clans and the Divine City's young masters. Therefore, they decisively expressed their silence and gave up. They didn't want to embarrass themselves and make a fool of themselves.
"Wu Hen, don't you want to go up and play?" Tu Qian Jun swept a glance at Ye Qinghan. He had been eating fruits with his head lowered. It seemed as if he would never be full. Tu Qian Jun raised his eyebrows after he confirmed that no one else was going up.
"Young Master is here. What is Wu Hen going to do? Make a fool of myself? " Xue Wuhen shook his head and said. His tone was a little respectful, a little flattering, and a little humble.
Tu Qian Jun let out a long laugh. He proudly stood up and coldly swept his gaze across everyone. His eyes didn't have the same look of interest as before. Instead, he looked down on everyone. It was as if he was a high and mighty king looking down on a group of ants. He looked down on everyone for a while. Then, he coldly said when everyone was a little impatient, "Haha … Indeed, you'll only make a fool of yourself if you go up. Since they've already made a fool of themselves, I'll just casually put on a show to liven things up for Lady Qingcheng."
Eh!
Tu Qian Jun finished speaking. Everyone except for Xue Wuhen and Ye Qinghan's complexion changed at the same time. This was a slap to their faces! This was a naked slap to their faces! What did he mean by "I've already made a fool of myself"? What did he mean by casually put on a show?
The complexions of the older generation didn't look good either. Slapping the faces of their descendants was equivalent to slapping their old faces. You've come from the Divine City, and your strength is very heaven defying. But, you should at least leave some face for us old fellows.
Yue Qingcheng's complexion didn't change after hearing Tu Qian Jun's incomparably arrogant words. She looked at Ye Qinghan, who was still eating grapes without the slightest change in expression. Then, her complexion became a little richer. Her black pearl-like eyes flashed, and she instantly smiled. Then, she used an unprecedentedly sweet and soft voice to say, "Young Master Tu, please. Qingcheng will wait and see."
Feng Zihua and Long Shuiliu's complexion changed completely. They became a little deathly grey and looked very unsightly. Today was the Summer Fire Festival. It was the day that Yue Qingcheng would choose her man. Strength, influence, and performance were all fake in this bonfire party. The most important thing was … Yue Qingcheng's attitude. Because the final decision was still in her hands. Originally, when they were performing, Yue Qingcheng's attitude was always lukewarm. But now, Tu Qianjun's performance had not even started, and Yue Qingcheng had already expressed her attitude. One could imagine what this meant …
"Haha … Since Miss Qingcheng wants to see, I'll also learn from them and perform a few acrobatics for you to watch." Tu Qianjun looked at the blackened faces of Feng Zihua and the others. He seemed to find it very interesting and continued to mock them.
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the old fellows sitting in the seats of honor, except for Xue Fei, all changed. Acrobatics? When did the unique skills of the great clans become acrobatics? The expressions of the Feng and Hua Clan's Grand Supreme Elders were the worst. Ye Qingniu and Yue Ji's expressions were not very good either. The five great clans were of the same breath and branch. Humiliating one clan was equivalent to humiliating all five. And now, it was very obvious that Tu Qianjun had actually humiliated all of them.
"Hmph, us old fellows are looking forward to Young Master Tu's performance." The Feng Clan's Grand Supreme Elder spoke. His tone was full of anger.
"Hehe, Elder Feng, there's no need to be angry. I don't mean to question your clan's Imperial Sword Technique. I just feel that the disciples of your clan don't seem to be using the Imperial Sword Technique very well. It just so happens that I have also learned two moves of the Imperial Sword Technique. Elder, please appraise them! "
Tu Qianjun smiled faintly. It was as if he did not see Feng Zi's true purple face and his explosive muscles, as if they were really going to explode. He just casually waved his hand and did the same action as Feng Zi just now.
Following his hand gesture, the meat cleaver in front of him actually trembled strangely. Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone present, it soared into the sky. Then, it elegantly danced in the sky. Finally, it imitated Feng Zi and fell straight down. It pierced through a suckling pig and flew to the sky above Yue Qingcheng. Once it was in the sky, the meat cleaver suddenly sped up and turned into an afterimage. It continuously shuttled through the body of the falling suckling pig. Finally, it landed at the same time as the suckling pig and stabbed diagonally into the body of the suckling pig.
"Huh?"
All the young masters looked at the suckling pig on the table that was as good as before. They also looked at the meat cleaver that was stabbed into the suckling pig and was constantly shaking. Although they were a little shocked that Tu Qianjun actually knew the Feng Clan's unique skill and that he seemed to be dancing very elegantly, they still had some doubts in their hearts. Didn't you say that Feng Zi's Imperial Sword Technique wasn't very good? What did Feng Zi say? He was able to use a huge sword to cut the suckling pig into seven or eight pieces. Yet, after dancing for so long, the suckling pig was still intact?
"Young Master Tu's Imperial Sword Technique is indeed brilliant. Feng Zi admits defeat!" While everyone was still puzzled, Feng Zi stood up and swayed. His face was ashen as he spoke in a deep voice.
"Pa!" As soon as Feng Zi finished speaking, the meat cleaver stopped swaying. The suckling pig was like a blossoming flower. It split open from the middle and was divided into countless evenly sized pieces. Then, it was steadily placed on the plate.
"Young Master's skill is divine. Wu Hen admires you!" Xue Wuhen stood up and cupped his hands respectfully as he spoke. The passion in his black and grey eyes was very obvious.
Looking at the dozens of evenly sized pieces of suckling pork on the plate, listening to Feng Zi's sincere words, and looking at Xue Wuhen's respectful posture, all the young masters were shocked once again!
However, there were too many shocks today. All the young masters felt a little numb. The things that they were proud of and glorious in the past, in front of Feng Zi and Tu Qianjun's performance, became extremely childish and laughable. As a result, they developed a deep sense of defeat and a faint sense of inferiority. It was to the extent that they didn't even know that Tu Qianjun had suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.
They didn't notice, but Ye Qinghan, Hua Mu, and Feng Zi were very sensitive and discovered it. They looked at each other and revealed an expression of disbelief and extreme shock.
What situation was this? Tu Qianjun actually knew the Hua Clan's stealth? What was stealth? It was the Hua Clan's unique skill. The Hua Clan was the descendants of the Thorn God. Only those who possessed the Thorn God's bloodline could learn the stealth skill. Furthermore, Tu Qianjun had just revealed the Feng Clan's unique Imperial Sword Technique. Since when did the unique skill of the five big clans become so worthless? Everyone could learn it?
Could it be that the people in the Divine City were also descendants of the ancient Gods? And they had all the bloodlines of the five ancient Gods? Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed. He couldn't understand it no matter how he thought about it. Finally, he looked at Ye Qingniu, who was at the top of the seats. Feng Zi and Hua Mu also looked at the Grand Elders of their clans.
"There's no need to be surprised. The people in the Divine City are all descendants of the ancient Gods. I'll explain the specifics later. The unique skills of the five big clans that they know are all imitations. They might seem good at the beginning, but in the later stages, their power and destructive power will be very different!"
Ye Qingniu and the few Grand Elders passed on the information to answer their questions. However, seeing that Tu Qianjun was using their clan's unique skill to sweep across their faces, they felt very uncomfortable, and their faces darkened.
"Eh! Young Master Tu disappeared? "
At this time, the people present finally realized that Tu Qianjun had disappeared. They all looked around, their faces full of confusion and disbelief. Although their abilities were the weakest among them, Tu Qianjun had actually disappeared right under their noses. This was too terrifying.
After a while, Tu Qianjun finally solved their doubts. He suddenly appeared on the stage, holding a bunch of red roses that were a few times bigger than Hua Mu's. It was the same stealth and the same Afterimage Clone Technique, but his stealth seemed to be more thorough than Hua Mu's. His Afterimage Clone Technique was actually more than ten meters long, and the number of clones was more than double that of Hua Mu's.
"Miss Qingcheng, I think that red roses represent love more! Isn't that right? " Tu Qianjun stood elegantly in front of Yue Qingcheng, holding a big bunch of red roses. His body leaned forward slightly, and his face was full of confidence and a proud smile.
"Young Master Tu is very considerate!" Yue Qingcheng reached out and took the red roses. She looked at Ye Qinghan, who had his head lowered and seemed to be thinking about something. She opened her mouth and smiled. Her neat white teeth, tender red lips, and intoxicating smile made everyone's heart skip a beat.
Tu Qianjun swept his gaze over all the young masters below. He was very satisfied with their shocked and frustrated expressions. He waved his hand in a confident and unrestrained manner and said with a smile, "Hehe, these are just some small tricks. Since Young Lady Qingcheng likes them, I'll show you one more trick and give you a small gift. I hope you like them."
Small tricks?
Faced with Tu Qianjun's naked humiliation, Feng Zi and Hua Mu remained silent and lowered their heads slightly. Although their elders had already explained it to them, they still couldn't accept that they had lost to an outsider in the consummate skill that they were so proud of.
Long Shuiliu's expression was a little bad, but he was still slightly better. He even felt a little proud. At least he hadn't been slapped in the face, so he felt like the pot calling the kettle black.
However, in the next moment, his face turned completely ashen. He saw a hand, a huge palm.
At this moment, a huge palm flew towards the outside of the field. Closely after that, it caught that huge pterosaur and threw it into the open plain.
Dragon-Catcher Hand!
Tu Qianjun actually knew the Dragon-Catcher Hand, and it looked like he was using it very well. Although the Winged Dragon definitely wouldn't resist its master. However, such a huge Winged Dragon was actually caught by him from such a long distance.
A small palm was holding a bottle of perfume, and it was flying unsteadily at such a close distance. Furthermore, a single person was able to grab a Winged Dragon so quickly and steadily. Even a blind person could see that the Dragon-Catcher Hand was like heaven and earth. They weren't on the same level at all. Evidently, compared to Feng Zi and Hua Mu, Tu Qianjun's slap in the face seemed to be more severe and thorough.
"This little worm doesn't have any special use. It can only bring people flying. I'll give it to Miss Qingcheng as well. You can play with it when you're free," Tu Qianjun said indifferently as he retracted his hand and placed it behind his back.
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