A junior sister beside Sikong Duoyue spoke in confusion on the side, "Senior Brother Sikong, Wei Yuan has outstanding strength in the realm and is never simple in talent. Why are you willing to be the leader?

Could it be that he still wants to become the master of Tai Sui Palace?"

"Face to the head?"

Sikong Duoyue chuckled, "Although Mr. Meng is said to be 100,000 people with faces, there is no man who can stay by her for ten days. He said he is a face, but he throws it away when he gets tired of playing, as if he has been squeezed out the medicine residue."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Wei Yuan again, "This Wei Yuan was rumored to be brought back to Taisui Palace by Shenjun Meng nearly two months ago. He has a very talented swordsmanship and has also been involved in the mysterious talisman. It can be seen that this son's future achievements are definitely not low. Do you think such a person is as simple as a face-to-face?"

"This person's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but he must be much worse than you, Senior Brother. Moreover, the talisman and I heard that are just some partial magics. How can it be compared with orthodox Taoism?"

"You don't understand. To be honest, the talismans must even be above most Taoist laws."

Sikong Duoyue murmured to himself that he was Li Xuantu's disciple, so he naturally had some knowledge of all kinds of countdowns in the world. When he heard the profoundness of the talisman and seal, he also thought of trying to get involved, but Li Xuantu told him that he did not have that foundation. At most, he could draw talismans with spiritual energy, and could not use Taoist techniques to make seals. When he practiced to the top, he could only fight against creation and could not explore the true mystery of the talisman. He had no choice but to give up.

So today when he saw Wei Yuan using Taoism to form a talisman, Sikong Duoyue immediately raised Wei Yuan to the same height as Dan Taiyuan, and did not dare to underestimate him at all.

Thinking of this, Sikong Duoyue turned her head and looked at Dan Taiyuan who was sitting there like an iceberg, squinted her eyes, and murmured to herself, "I guess you have the same pressure as me."

Wei Yuan once again subverted everyone's perception. Once he entered the realm of Zhaoshen, he could defeat the cultivator in the middle realm of Zhaoshen with one sword. It seems that this son's strength is at the same level as Dan Taiyuan and Sikong Duoyue, and most importantly, he is just in the realm of Zhaoshen. If he waits for him to enter the upper realm, he may not be his opponents even if he is the two of them.

Looking back, who can reach this point now is a general person? There are only three of the more than 80 people who perform single martial arts. Which one who can participate in Yan Wu is not the best among the brothers of the Tiangong Sect? Being able to stand out among them is enough to prove that Wei Yuan’s strength is unfathomable.

Dusk is approaching and the sky is getting darker. After resting for half a stick of incense, the last round of competition is finally about to begin. The three draw lots, with Dan Taiyuan and Sikong Duoyue first participating in the competition. The winner fights Wei Yuan and decide the leader position. The loser fights the loser in the second game to determine the role model and Tanhua.

Wei Yuan has taken a big advantage. In the battle between Dan Taiyuan and Sikong Duoyue, no matter who wins or loses, the one who will surely win will not be able to fight him in a grand manner. To put it this way, even if Wei Yuan is just in the Shenchu ​​realm, with those endless means, there may not be no chance of winning.

Seeing Wei Yuan sitting in the rest area and constantly drawing talismans, Wu Fugui leaned over his head and wanted to take a look, but was scolded by Chang'an beside him, "So what if you just want to see it? Not everyone can master a talisman. Just your mind that only knows how to rush around with brute force and murderous aura, I'm afraid that even if there is a secret talisman script in front of you, you won't be able to chew it."

"It's always good. If you meet an opponent who has become famous with talismans in the future, you can always be more careful."

Wu Fugui spoke in dissatisfaction.

Wei Yuan ignored them and while drawing talismans, he paid attention to the competition between the two people on the ring.

Sikong Duoyue and Dan Taiyuan are both top cultivators in the upper level of the Gods, but in Wei Yuan's opinion, if they really fight to the death, Sikong Duoyue may not be the opponent of Dan Taiyuan.

At the beginning of the competition, the sword energy of the sky instantly wrapped the entire arena, and the audience couldn't see clearly the figures of the two on the ring.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and he found the shadows of the two in the sword curtain all over the sky like a silk thread. It was a hearty battle. The two of them had all their magic and Taoism. The sword light and wind were pressing at the same time. Countless deep and bottomless gullies were drawn on the entire arena by the dispersed energy.

Mo Shen Palace also attached great importance to this competition, but there were two elders standing on the edge of the arena, for fear that they would delay the rescue time by accident.

On the high platform, Dan Tai Zhiming smiled and said, "Li Shenjun's disciples are indeed of extraordinary qualifications. I'm afraid that there are not many young people in the entire world who can find such swordsmanship."

"Where is it, the first-hand space Taoism of Dan Taiyuan in the Destroy Palace is extremely rare. If you fight with all your strength, I am afraid that my stupid disciple will have no chance of winning."

When she heard the conversation between the two, Meng Zhengshu next to her tilted her mouth, "But let it go, the two old guys are still praising each other, do you want to have a little face?"

As he said that, Meng Zhengshu glanced at the two people on the field, grinned and continued, "I am more honest. It's not that I look down on anyone. In front of Wei Yuan, they are all garbage."

As soon as these words were said, the gods present were helpless. Meng Taisui really dared to say anything.

If Wei Yuan was placed in front of ordinary core disciples, he would be an unattainable existence. Even the Zhaoshen Middle Realm might not be his opponent. But the two on the arena are not ordinary people. They are all in the Zhaoshen Middle Realm, and they are all extremely capable. One has the true meaning of Li Xuantu’s swordsmanship, and the other has the same bloodline as Dan Tai Zhiming, and also holds the space Taoism in his hand.

Such a unique virtue is not impossible even if you go against the trend and kill the peak of Zhao Shen. A cultivator who has just broken through the realm of Zhao Shen, even if he has many trump cards and no realm support, he may still be unable to compete with these two people.

So they didn't take Meng Zhenshu seriously. They forgot it after hearing it. Why bother to worry too much about Tai Sui, who is the number one in quarrel.

However, only Tao Weiyu unexpectedly did not challenge Meng Zhenshu this time, and even felt a little convinced in her heart. If Wei Yuan was really Ren Fuping, let alone these two younger generations, even the six gods sitting on the martial arts stage might not be his opponents.

The topic they were talking about, the junior who had just entered the realm of God, was staring at the ring with all his energy, and he did not miss any details at all.
Chapter completed!