Ancient Gods

Mo Yang practiced in the Star Emperor Tower all night. Although he didn't sleep all night, when he left the Star Emperor Tower early the next morning, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, he felt extremely energetic.

Today is the last day of the martial arts event, and it is also known as the most exciting round of competition at the martial arts event.

Not for anything else, just because the strongest disciples of each sect would take action.

After the first two rounds of competition, what many onlookers wanted to see most was Mo Yang and Mu Qiu fighting in the ring. Everyone present was eager to know who would win in the end!

Because before this, Mu Qiu had been deliberately hiding his strength. Every time he fought, he could only barely defeat his opponent, and his true strength had not yet been exposed.

However, judging from his performance, it seems that he has already entered the Tianxuan realm.

The same was true for Mo Yang. Even Qian Wushuang was knocked off the ring by his two punches, and he had no strength to display. Anyone who faced him was full of grievances, but there was nothing he could do.

"Winning or losing depends on today, Junior Brother Mo, everything depends on you!" When she came to the seating area, Xu Xin spoke to Mo Yang seriously.

"Brother Mo Yang is the most powerful!" Su Feier had already started to flatter her, and now she was talking about Brother Mo Yang, shouting her without blushing and her heart not beating, and it became more and more smooth.

"Uh... don't look at me like that, I'm so awesome!" Mo Yang was speechless. Isn't this a normal performance...

Especially looking at Sophie's admiring eyes, he felt a little panicked.

“Brother Mo Yang is awesome everywhere!”

Sophie's words made Xu Xin completely speechless. Sophie, this little girl, seemed to be completely lost. Now as long as it is about Mo Yang, it is good. Whatever Mo Yang says is right.

The third elder also asked Mo Yang: "Mo Yang, how confident do you feel?"

Everyone knew that the third elder was referring to Mo Yang's encounter with Mu Qiu of the Yuqing Sect. The other disciples immediately looked at Mo Yang. After all, they didn't know Mo Yang's cultivation level. Only Mo Yang himself knew best how strong he was.

Mo Yang said with an indifferent expression: "No matter how certain I am, I will win in the end!"

He paused and then said: "Nothing unexpected happens, it's all a matter of one punch. It's a small scene, don't panic!"

The third elder was speechless. He felt that Mo Yang was too crazy.

According to Mu Qiu's previous performance, he should have reached the Sky Profound Realm. The combat power of the Sky Profound Realm and the Earth Profound Realm are not even slightly different. If Mo Yang has not yet set foot in the Sky Profound Realm, he may be defeated.

At this time, only Su Feier was convinced, and the other disciples kept silent with a tacit understanding.

The third round of the competition is somewhat similar to the first round, except that each sect can only select up to five people to play in the third round, and the strongest people from each sect will play.

And in order to preserve strength, in every duel, the two sides will almost decide the winner in the shortest time.

The first match was the duel between Qian Wushuang and Pang Long. Although everyone had already expected the outcome, when Pang Long lost, many cultivators couldn't help but laugh.

Pang Long was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. It seemed that he had not won a few games at this event.

In the following games, Xuanzong also lost one after another, causing the onlookers to talk a lot.

There is no doubt that Xuanzong will be at the bottom of this martial arts event.

"Tsk tsk, one year is Hedong, and the other is Hexi. Don't bully Lingxu Sect's weakness. Even Yuqing Sect may not be able to win the first prize this year!" Many cultivators couldn't help but sigh.

"Pang Long deserves it. Last year Xu Xin of the Lingxu Sect almost had his dress ripped off. This year the retribution is coming!"

"As the old saying goes, good and evil will be rewarded, but the time has not yet come. The ancients will not deceive me!"

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"It's time for our Lingxu Sect, why don't I go up and fight first!" Qi Heng looked at Mo Yang with a questioning look in his eyes.

By now, the backbone of the disciples seems to have become Mo Yang.

"Forget it, let me go. Maybe we can win without even fighting like before!" Mo Yang pondered slightly and stood up from his seat.

When they saw Mo Yang getting up, the four cultivators watching immediately started talking.

"This guy is here again. Looking at his posture, could it be that he wants to fight five games all by himself?"

"It's hard to say, didn't Mu Qiu fight five games alone last year..."

"It's really exciting. There are surprises every year, but this year is the most exciting!"

…

Mo Yang stepped onto the ring, and the first match was against a disciple of Xuanzong.

Looking at the figure on the ring, Elder Xuanzong's face turned dark. If Xuanzong's disciples were knocked off the ring by Mo Yang's punch again, it would really embarrass Xuanzong.

"We, Xuanzong, admit defeat!" Before the disciple could speak, Xuanzong's leader spoke first.

It's all embarrassing anyway, and it's better to admit defeat now than to be blown away with a punch later.

Mo Yang was stunned, looked in the direction of Xuanzong, and said: "Isn't it just a matter of coming up and getting punched? Maybe I can help you open up the Ren and Du channels. How ignorant!"

The elder's face was ashen and he felt like vomiting blood.

If it weren't for the rules of the event, he might have already taken action against Mo Yang!

Even the veteran cultivators who presided over the arena battle were speechless for a while. They felt that Mo Yang was a little weird. Not only did his behavior differ from that of normal people, but his speech was also a bit nondescript.

If you are in an unstable state of mind, you will probably be pissed to death after listening to Mo Yang's words.

The next sect to fight was Longchi Pavilion. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Long Wu slowly walked out of his seat.

In Longchi Pavilion, Long Wu and Qian Wushuang are both genius-level disciples. In addition to her outstanding cultivation talent, she is also known as the most beautiful woman in Longchi Pavilion, with both true appearance and strength.

Mo Yang silently watched Long Wu stepping onto the ring with lotus steps, and couldn't help but said: "You have the same cultivation as Qian Wushuang, aren't you afraid of the same ending as him?"

"I am kind by nature, and I can't bear to touch women. Sister, why don't you just admit defeat!"

After Long Wu stepped onto the ring, she silently looked at Mo Yang for a moment, but was not angry. Instead, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said: "It's rare to meet an opponent like Brother Mo, so I naturally have to ask for advice. Even if I lose in the end, it's worth it!"

"Then do you want two punches or one punch?" Mo Yang asked.

Even though Long Wu's state of mind was extraordinary, her face instantly turned ugly after hearing this.

They were all geniuses, and no one dared to talk to them like this in the past. The key point was that she heard Qian Wushuang say that Mo Yang, this freak, had great power and an extremely strong body.

"It's a rare competition, Brother Mo, why don't you use other means? Many spectators have come from afar, Brother Mo, don't spoil everyone's interest, right?"

After Long Wu's face changed slightly, he quickly adjusted his mood, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

At this time, everyone below the ring also spoke up.

Mo Yang was a little speechless, and said: "Sister, it seems that you don't like soft, but like hard, then well, I will do as you wish!"

Long Wu frowned slightly, why did this guy speak so differently, it didn't sound like a serious word.

After saying that, Mo Yang raised his hand, and a ray of sword energy condensed from his fingertips, and at this time his cultivation aura also permeated.

Long Wu's face changed immediately.

She didn't expect Mo Yang to have reached the peak of the first level of Tianxuan Realm, and the fluctuation was very strange, as if he could rush to the second level of Tianxuan Realm at any time.

On the side of Yuqing Sect, Mu Qiu couldn't help but change his face slightly.

In his guess, Mo Yang's cultivation was at most the early stage of the first level of the Tianxuan Realm, and it was impossible for him to be stronger than him. Mo Yang might have practiced some kind of body-refining technique, so he had such a terrifying power. However, now even he was suddenly uneasy.

Long Wu had not yet recovered from her shock. She only saw a flash of afterimage, and the next moment, a bone-piercing chill came from her neck...

When she recovered, a sword energy had already crossed her fair neck. Her body froze directly and she dared not move.

"Is this hard enough?" Mo Yang's voice sounded beside her ear.

"I lost!" After a moment of silence, she spoke helplessly. She didn't even see Mo Yang's movements clearly. Now that the cold sword energy was against her neck, a move might be able to cut off her head.

She couldn't see the opponent's movements clearly, and it was meaningless to continue.

Mo Yang smiled, his body flashed back, and said: "Wouldn't it be better if you did this earlier!"