"Donghua Dao School, Zheng Wentian, fourth realm."
Standing in the ring, Zheng Wentian took a deep breath, and the words of True Lord Zi Yang kept flashing in his mind.
"Am I going to lose..."
Zheng Wentian, who was at the fourth realm of the Human Map, cultivated the Fiery Sun Painting, which was specially provided by the Celestial Court.
The Human Map mainly cultivated the power of the Primordial Spirit, and the characteristic of the Fiery Sun Painting was that it could transform the power of the Primordial Spirit into the True Samadhi Fire.
This True Samadhi Fire could transform into various forms for attack and defense. Its attack and defense power far exceeded Zheng Wentian's Nine Yang Holy Power when he was at the third realm. Zheng Wentian originally cultivated it to defeat Zhou Bai.
What was even more powerful was that this True Samadhi Fire existed by burning the power of the Primordial Spirit. Whether it was the opponent or his own Primordial Spirit, once it was contaminated, it would continue to burn along with the Primordial Spirit.
The monk from Beihai City in front of him looked at Zheng Wentian strangely. "Student, shall we start?"
Seeing that Zheng Wentian did not respond, the monk tried to attack, and he saw Zheng Wentian's body burst into flames, turning into a flame shield to protect his body.
Under the suppression of one realm, coupled with the superiority of the True Samadhi Fire, the monk's strong attack could not break Zheng Wentian's defense for the time being.
Zheng Wentian wanted to fight back, but the majestic figure in his memory made him unable to think of resisting.
For Zheng Wentian, who grew up in Central City and saw the authority of the Celestial Court and the power of immortals, the Celestial Court was the whole world. How could he resist?
Just as he was about to gradually withdraw the True Samadhi Fire, a voice sounded in his heart.
"Wentian, are you going to admit defeat?"
Zheng Wentian was slightly stunned, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. "Illusion? Am I hearing things? "
"It's not an illusion. It's me. Can't you recognize my voice?"
Zheng Wentian was stunned. "Are you Brother Zihua? Where are you? What method are you using to talk to me? "
Zheng Zihua, Zheng Wentian's brother, was also one of the many sons of True Lord Zi Yang. At this moment, the reason why Zheng Wentian felt shocked when he heard this voice in his heart was because Zheng Zihua should have died because of a cultivation abnormality five years ago.
"I'll use telepathy to communicate with you from the audience seats. However, there are so many people here, so you won't be able to find me."
Zheng Wentian said excitedly, "Brother Zihua! Aren't you a mutant? You're still alive? "
"Alive? Of course I'm alive." The other party sneered. "Wentian, Old Devil Zi Yang wants you to admit defeat, right? Don't listen to him. Go all out and fight. Don't let the Southern Mountain Dao School that they support win this time's Grand Tournament. "
Zheng Wentian listened to what the other party said with a stunned face and said excitedly, "Big brother, how can you call father like that?"
"Father? You think of him as your father, but does he think of us as his sons? "The other said coldly," Wentian, we are humans, not gods. Do you know how Ziye, Zihua, Wen Duo, and Wen Wei all died? Let me tell you … "
The expression on Zheng Wentian's face became more and more solemn, and the emotions in his heart surged. The True Samadhi Fire continued to roll and spread with his body as the center, completely covering his body.
The big monk looked at the overwhelming flames and frowned. Just as he was thinking of a way to consume more of the other party's Primordial Spirit power, he saw the countless flames around the other party's body turn into 18 kinds of weapons in the next moment, slashing towards him with whooshing sounds.
After the True Samadhi Fire condensed into weapons, the movement speed was more than ten times faster than before.
And once there was a slight collision, it would suddenly explode like a high-explosive bomb, covering in all directions. As long as it came into contact with the opponent's Primordial Spirit power, it would continue to burn along with the Primordial Spirit power, and one could only give up a portion of the Primordial Spirit power.
Under this ferocious attack, the big monk was battered and battered, and in just over ten seconds, he chose to surrender.
Next, Xiyue Dao School, Hokkaido Dao School, and Nanshan Dao School each sent out Level-3 and Level-2 cultivators to consume their opponents, but all of them were wiped out by Zheng Wentian.
With the strength of Level-4 Human Painting, the power of the True Samadhi Fire, and the depth of his Primordial Spirit power, Zheng Wentian eliminated many Level-3 and Level-2 contestants in a row, making Donghua Dao School the team with the most number of people left.
Zhou Bai looked at Zheng Wentian on the stage and said, "This guy is really working hard today. Now, there are three people left from Hokkaido School, two from Nanshan Dao School, and two from Xiyue Dao School. Let me see … including Zheng Wentian, there are still eight people left. "
On the other side, only Cang Ming and Li Gui were left on the stage from Nanshan Dao School's team. However, there was no trace of panic on their faces.
Cang Ming shook his head. "Zheng Wentian, this immortal god, is indeed a hedonistic son of a rich family. As the only Level-4 cultivator in Donghua City, he actually used his own strength to consume the low-level cultivators from the other three major Dao Schools. Donghua Dao School has already been eliminated. "
"Li Gui, he is now an arrow at the end of its flight. You go up and finish him off, then take care of the other Level-4 experts."
Thus, Li Gui walked up to the stage.
"Nanshan Dao School, Level-5, Li Gui."
He looked at Zheng Wentian in front of him and said telepathically, "Zheng Wentian, True Lord Zi Yang should have told you that the champion of this competition has been decided to be Nanshan Dao School from the Evil Sect, right?"
Zheng Wentian was slightly stunned. "What are you trying to say? I am me, and True Lord Zi Yang is True Lord Zi Yang. He has his own thoughts, and I have my own thoughts. I am not his puppet. "
"Childish resistance, you can't change anything …" Li Gui looked at Zheng Wentian with disdain and said plainly, "I'm coming."
His figure flashed slightly, and a wave of air instantly crossed the entire stage. The violent airflow, with the path he sprinted as the starting point, swept out in all directions, setting off a strong gust of wind.
When Zheng Wentian heard the explosion of the airflow, the True Samadhi Fire in front of him had already broken a big hole, and his entire body flew out and landed outside the stage.
Zheng Wentian looked at Li Gui in surprise. 'This guy's speed … I can't even see him?' He couldn't help but hang his head and think bitterly, 'Such a powerful Level-5 expert … Has the Celestial Court arranged everything?'
Li Gui killed Zheng Wentian in one move. Although Zheng Wentian was already an arrow at the end of its flight because he had won many matches in a row, the speed that Li Gui displayed was still shocking.
At the guest seats, someone said, "This Li Gui was originally a student of the Celestial Court Dao College, right? And he is already in the Level-5 realm. Isn't it a bit against the rules for him to participate in the Four Schools Grand Tournament? "
The others also started discussing. At this moment, they heard Immortal Ming Yue say, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Although Li Gui often studies in the Dao College, he is still a student of Nanshan Dao School in name.
"The Four Schools Grand Tournament is about the cooperation and exchange between the four major Dao Schools. Don't put too much emphasis on sectarian bias. After Li Gui studies in the Celestial Court, he is willing to bring advanced cultivation techniques back to the four major Dao Schools for exchange. This is a good thing.
Or do any of you think that after going to the Celestial Court, you have nothing to do with the four major Dao Schools? "
Hearing what Immortal Ming Yue said, the crowd instantly fell silent.
Looking at Immortal Ming Yue, who had subdued all the leaders with just a few words, Meng Ruocun couldn't help but have a look of yearning in his eyes. He only hoped that if he continued to cultivate, one day he could be like Immortal Ming Yue and have the power and authority he had today.
On the other side, it was Dong Hua Dao School's turn. Lu Wanzhen, Jiang Weishan, and the others were discussing who to send up when they saw Zhou Bai walking toward the stage step by step.
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