The International Superpowers Competition was known as the pinnacle battle of the world's conventional superpowers.
The so-called conventional superpowers were those whose cultivation had not broken through the mortal realm and were below the Primordial Soul Realm or Immortal Cultivators, as well as those with superpowers below the Divine Path Experts in the western world, could participate.
The Huatian Palace's true strength was the Immortal Cultivators above the Primordial Soul Realm. Their top-notch combat power made the world tremble. However, the strength of the ancient martial art practitioners was very average internationally.
This was because the hidden martial arts strain, which represented the soul of Hua Xia's martial arts, had been hidden for hundreds of years. If they did not appear, it would be difficult for Hua Xia to achieve much in the International Superpowers Competition with just the ancient martial art practitioners from the Inner world and the Huatian Palace.
The International Superpowers Competition did not have an age limit. Even if you were a thousand years old, you could participate as long as your cultivation had not broken through the limits. In the western world, there were all sorts of strange races and abilities. Some people could indeed live for thousands of years, but their cultivation was below the Divine Path. Some people could use their strange bloodlines to unleash some special talents and were almost invincible below the Divine Path.
Compared to these terrifying creatures, the Huatian Palace did not have any advantage at all if the Hua Xia hidden martial arts strain did not appear.
Fifty years ago, the Huatian Palace's results in the International Superpowers Competition hit rock bottom. In order to salvage the situation, the Huatian Palace did not hesitate to open the Goddess's World and lure out the hidden martial arts strain.
"Hua Xia has such a secret."
Chou Tong looked surprised and said, "So you mean that the Three List Tournament and the Martial Arts Circle Convention this time are mostly a show for the hidden martial arts strain?"
If the hidden martial arts strain was really so strong, then what hope did the other ancient martial art practitioners have?
"Maybe that's true."
Guo Mengqiao laughed bitterly and shook his head. "Don't be discouraged. It's still uncertain how many people from the hidden martial arts strain will appear. Some ancient existences may still not appear. Also, there won't be many super strong practitioners below the age of fifty in the hidden martial arts strain. After all, martial arts are about gradual progress, and the hidden martial arts strain is even more so. The truly terrifying ones are the old fellows who have cultivated for two or three hundred years. That's the reason why people become shrewd with age. As for the young ancient martial art practitioners, there are actually not many strong ones in the hidden martial arts strain. "
"Chou Tong, with your ability, you might be able to fight for the top ten." Guo Mengqiao looked into the distance. At this time, he couldn't let Chou Tong be discouraged.
"I hope so."
Chou Tong laughed bitterly. As a Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Huatian Palace Martial Arts Grandmaster Palace Hall, although he was only at the Martial Arts Grandmaster First Realm, his combat ability was far stronger than that of ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters. He thought that if he participated in the Heaven List Tournament, he would definitely be able to enter the top ten, or even the top three.
But Guo Mengqiao used a "maybe" at this time … It was clear that he did not have enough confidence in himself.
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The registration for the Three List Tournament was still in full swing. After Mo Wen obtained the right to compete in the Heaven List Tournament, he turned and walked out of the fighting arena.
Mo Wen was not prepared to stay with Gu Jingman and the others, as he needed to concoct a large number of pills in the next few days. During this period of time, he did not want to be disturbed by others.
As soon as he walked out of the Martial Arts Arena, he suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring at him. He turned his head to look, and the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile.
It turned out to be an acquaintance!
A group of people stood outside the martial arts arena. They were all wearing the same uniform and were obviously from the same faction. Among the people, there was an old fellow who was looking at him with a venomous expression.
It was none other than the Ming Temple's Sect Grand Elder, Bu Xingyi. This person had failed to kill Mo Wen in the Fighting Spirit Tower and had instead been humiliated. He had always resented Mo Wen.
"Is that Mo Wen?"
To Bu Xingyi's left stood a skinny youth. The youth had very long bangs that covered half of his face. The other half of his face gave off an exceptionally cold and unapproachable feeling.
Right now, he was looking at Mo Wen with interest.
"This Mo Wen is very frightening. He is a rare talent. He will most likely have very high achievements in the future." Beside the youth stood the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder, Wang Changhan. He looked deeply at Mo Wen, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.
In the Fighting Spirit Tower, Mo Wen had left a very deep impression on him. It could be said that Mo Wen had single-handedly saved all the ancient martial art practitioners.
"If I have the chance, I would like to meet him. There are not many people who can interest me. If he can die at my hands, he can die without regrets. "
The corner of the youth's mouth curled up proudly. They were both youths, so the smell of gunpowder between them was very strong. Mo Wen liked to suppress others.
"Ji 'er, don't be careless. This person gives me the feeling that he is not simple. I actually can't see through him."
This person was none other than the Ming Temple's Temple Leader, Shao Yunyang. As for the youth, he was the true top youth expert of the Ming Temple. His name was Shao Ji, and he was Shao Yunyang's son. Due to his exceptional talent, he had been secretly nurtured by the Ming Temple.
As for Hou Jingfeng, he was just a figure that the Ming Temple had pushed out on the surface to attract the attention of others. In reality, in terms of talent, Hou Jingfeng was not even in the top five of the Ming Temple. In the Inner world, the Ming Temple was not the only one who did this. Almost all the sects would do this.
"Father, perhaps he has cultivated some secret technique that interferes with your senses. I don't believe that his cultivation can escape your detection," Shao Ji said indifferently.
He had just broken through to the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm not long ago and had long since looked down on the world's youth experts. Why would he care about Mo Wen?
"Didn't he just come out from the Heaven List Registration Area? He had better not meet me in the Heaven List Tournament. Otherwise, I will certainly make him lose all face. "Shao Ji coldly snorted.
"Young master is right. How can Mo Wen compare to you? Back then, you were not in the Fighting Spirit Tower. Otherwise, it would not have been Mo Wen's turn to perform. If you had attacked, he most likely would not have been able to withstand ten blows from you," Bu Xingyi said flatteringly from the side.
At the same time, he was laughing coldly on the inside. He could not wait for Shao Ji to find Mo Wen. The uglier the lad died, the happier he would be.
Wang Changhan frowned and glanced at Bu Xingyi. This piece of trash had lost all face in the Fighting Spirit Tower. Now, he had actually provoked Shao Ji. Those who had experienced the Fighting Spirit Tower knew that Mo Wen's talent and potential were unquestionable. Even Wang Changhan was not sure if Shao Ji could defeat Mo Wen.
Shao Yunyang also glanced at Bu Xingyi coldly. Bu Xingyi was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth and did not say anything else. No one in the Ming Temple dared to defy the authority of the Temple Leader.
"Father, Elder Wang, don't worry. You all know my ability. This time, I am determined to be first on the Heaven List. A mere Mo Wen is nothing to me," Shao Ji said with a cold smile.
Shao Ji said with a cold smile. He had also noticed the expressions of his father and Wang Changhan. He had not expected that even his father and Sect Grand Elder Wang Changhan would think so highly of Mo Wen. He did not believe that there could be someone stronger than him among his peers, let alone Mo Wen who was younger than him.
"Shao Ji, the Martial Arts Circle Convention this time around is said to be unusual. Don't be careless. The Huatian Palace has sent out news that many mysterious strong practitioners will appear in the Martial Arts Circle Convention this time around. It might be much more difficult than previous years. "
An old man with white hair and a white beard said with a laugh. Shao Ji's talent was unquestionable. There had not been a genius like him in the Ming Temple in the past two hundred years. However, while he was good in everything else, his temper was too good. He had an arrogance that made him look down on all the heroes of the world.
"Elder Lu, don't worry. Shao Ji knows."
Shao Ji nodded. It was rare that he did not say much. Clearly, this elder's status in the Ming Temple was not ordinary.
Lu Shenming was one of the most senior members of the Ming Temple. It was said that his seniority was even higher than Shao Yunyang's. His cultivation was also unfathomable. He was the first Sect Grand Elder of the Ming Temple. Even Shao Yunyang respected him greatly.
However, Shao Ji said this on the surface, but he did not think much of it on the inside. What secret experts would appear and that this year's Martial Arts Circle would be more difficult than the previous years? These were all just Huatian Palace's publicity stunt. Secret strong practitioners? How powerful could they be?
Shao Ji laughed coldly in his heart. To him, there was only one thing to say. He would deal with whatever came his way. No matter who came, they would have to kneel before him. This year's Heaven List First would definitely belong to him.
Lu Shenming was old and experienced. He could tell from Shao Ji's expression that he had not taken his words to heart. He could not help but shake his head and say no more.
…
Mo Wen glanced coldly at the members of the Ming Temple. Then, he turned and left. If he had encountered them elsewhere, they would most likely have fought to the death. However, in Dragon City, no one dared to simply fight.
In the next few days, Mo Wen stayed in the inn to concoct pills. As expected, the shop's business could not meet the demand. His prices were lower than others, and the quality of his spiritual pills was also better than others. There were also many rich people in Dragon City, so naturally, he could attract a lot of business.
Fortunately, there was still an abundance of medicinal herbs in the medicine spiritual ring. At the same time, there was an endless stream of medicinal herbs from the shop. That was how the shop managed to maintain its operations.
However, as time passed, more and more people came to know about the shop. It became more and more popular and business improved. In particular, those who had bought the shop's spiritual pills had better effects than they had expected. Through their publicity, more people came because of the shop's reputation.
No matter how fast Mo Wen could concoct pills, he could not keep up with the shop's consumption. Also, if this went on, he would not need to do anything else all day. He could just concoct pills.
In order to solve this problem, Mo Wen decided to limit his sales. The shop would limit the number of spiritual pills they could sell to a certain number each day.
In the meantime, Gu Jingman came by a few times. Seeing that Mo Wen was so busy, she left without saying anything.
In a secret room, Mo Wen sat cross-legged on a cattail hassock. A cauldron furnace floated above him. It was the Flame Divine Furnace.
Right now, formless flames were constantly twisting around the Flame Divine Furnace. It was the Spiritless Clean Fire.
Ever since he had absorbed the spiritual fire, Mo Wen's Spiritless Clean Fire had finally achieved some success. Now, the efficiency and quality of his concoction of spiritual pills were getting higher and higher. The rank of the spiritual pills he concocted had also risen to a higher level.
Also, the most terrifying part of the Spiritless Clean Fire was not in concocting pills, but in itself. Once this fire was unleashed, most likely even Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivators would not dare to get close to it. Mo Wen had always kept it hidden as a trump card. Even when he had been chased by the vampire and was severely injured, he had not used it. (To be continued.)
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