Chapter 239 Zhao Wuji

With a slight pause, He Mingyue was hesitant. The Four Peaks Martial Arts Competition is a competition with the highest rules of Dragon and Tiger Holy Academy. At that time, the geniuses of the Four Peaks will gather together to compete. As an elite student, how could He Mingyue not want to show her face under the attention of the crowd? What's more, there are extremely generous rewards and temptations.

Seeing that He Mingyue was a little moved, Zhang Yunfan persuaded him in pursuit of victory: "Senior sister, you should know that it will take at least several years to break through to the master of martial arts. The Four Peaks Martial Arts Competition is about to be held. This is our only opportunity and we cannot let it go."

He Mingyue sighed softly, nodded, and said, "Okay, you won."

The Four Peaks Martial Arts Competition is also crucial to her. Baochi is an opportunity for her to break through the martial arts master, and it is worth it to bet.

Seeing that He Mingyue agreed, a hint of joy appeared on Zhang Yunfan's face: "Then I will send someone to notify my senior brother now."

Thinking of the opportunity to lose the treasure pool, Zhang Yunfan turned around and looked at Panlong Mountain. A cold light appeared in his pupils. He smiled in his heart and said, "Little servant, that kind of place is not something you can enjoy. Just spit it out for me."

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In a certain palace in Beifeng, a man sat cross-legged on a futon, his hands formed seals and breathed vigorously. During the breathing of his mouth and nose, a white snake-shaped airflow formed, exuding a mysterious and powerful smell.

The palace is very spacious, with carved beams and painted buildings. On the futon where the man sat cross-legged, as the mysterious patterns of cultivation flashed, streams of pure energy evaporated from the ground and enveloped it.

If someone who knows the goods can see at a glance that the cushion under the man is a high-level spirit gathering formation, which only the disciples of the Holy Academy can enjoy.

There is a man's residence, which shows how high the status is.

"Senior Brother Zhao Wuji." A respectful voice came from outside.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhao Wuji raised his eyes and looked out the door.

Shortly after the voice fell, a round-faced student walked in without daring to raise his head and said respectfully: "Report to senior brother, Zhang Yunfan and He Mingyue, invite senior brother to Panlong Mountain."

"They went to Panlong Ridge to look for the Iron-winged Dragon Sculpture Pond. What do you want me to do?" Zhao Wuji said lightly.

The round-faced student who reported the news secretly glanced at Zhao Wuji, remembering that ten years ago, the other party was like him, and was just an ordinary disciple in Beifeng. Because he took the bloodline of the ancient dragon python, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. Now he has climbed to the sixth highest position in the disciple list, and he can't help but a hint of envy flashes through his eyes.

He quickly suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and the round-faced student did not dare to look at them: "Then... the treasure pool of the iron-winged dragon carving was taken away by someone else."

"Oh?" Zhao Wuji's face flashed with surprise and frowned and said, "Does Duanmuling, Lu Ziyang, or Senior Sister Lingling intervene?"

He knew very well that these two people were extremely powerful and could take away the quota of Baochi from their hands. The names Zhao Wuji mentioned were all the top disciples in Beifeng, and only they had the ability to do it.

"No." The round-faced student shook his head.

Zhao Wuji thought for a while and said in a cold tone: "It seems that some students on other mountain peaks are not following the rules." At the end, his tone was particularly cold, which made the temperature in the hall slightly lower, and the round-faced student turned pale.

Panlong Ridge is close to Beifeng, with abundant resources and medicinal materials. It has become the territory for Beifeng disciples to move. If the disciples of other mountain peaks cross the boundaries at will and bully Beifeng disciples, it is no less than a naked provocation for his disciples.

"It's not the students from other mountains that have crossed the line." The round-faced student said in a trembling voice: "It's a serious disciple who came out of nowhere. He passed the assessment of the Iron-winged Dragon Eagle and was qualified to enjoy the treasure pool."

"Medical Disciple..." After hearing this, Zhao Wuji's expression on his face was slightly silenced, and a hint of astonishment flashed through his pupils.

He Mingyue and Zhang Yunfan were actually sucked in the hands of a serious disciple? After being in the Dragon and Tiger Holy Academy for so many years, let alone Beifeng, even in the entire Holy Academy history, Zhao Wuji had never heard of such a funny thing.

"This matter is absolutely true. That tragic disciple is extraordinary. Zhang Yunfan asked his senior brother to go and work together to deal with the Iron-winged Dragon Eagle and grab the resources of the treasure pool." After wiping a handful of sweat on his forehead, the student said. He felt that staying in front of Zhao Wuji for a second more, the mental oppression of the people was extremely huge.

After knowing the whole story, Zhao Wuji slowly breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the sky outside the hall, and smiled and said to himself: "It's interesting. According to what kind of servant disciple he said, even I want to see. What kind of servitude disciple is, with such skills."

The treasure pool has no effect on Zhao Wuji, but there is a trace of ancient true dragon blood in the body of the Iron-winged Dragon Sculpture, which has a trace of origin that he has taken. If the Iron-winged Dragon Sculpture can kill and take its bloodline, it may be able to make him one step closer.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji stood up, looked outside the hall, smiled boldly, and said, "I haven't moved my muscles for a long time, so it's time to go out and take a look."

Looking at Zhao Wuji's back as he walked out of the hall in awe, what happened to the round-faced student. Little servant, if Senior Brother Zhao Wuji takes action this time, you will probably be in trouble.

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In a hidden small canyon in Panlong Mountain, flowers bloom.

The low-lying terrain gathers into a pool, with a hazy spiritual energy and a hazy mist, just like an immortal pool!

A young man sat cross-legged in the pool with his eyes closed, breathing slowly, his body was filled with bright light, and he exuded a solemn appearance of treasure. At first glance, he looked like a god!

"It's been seven days, how long does it take to practice?" On the shore, seeing that Wang Teng seemed to have no sign of ending, Han Feng shook his head and said. The Iron-winged Dragon Eagle once said that the energy in the treasure pool is extremely domineering. Although humans can absorb it, they should not be greedy. After only practicing for two days, Han Feng couldn't bear it and retreated in a mess.

In the past two days, he has made great progress and has reached the peak of the tenth level of King Wu.

Seeing that Wang Teng had been practicing for seven days and had not stopped, Han Feng couldn't help but worry. The other party was still young and if he was greedy for merit and progress, if he continued like this, his body would not bear the energy and change would be more than worth the loss.

"He has a strong physique and excellent roots and bones. Perhaps these energy is not a big problem for him." After pondering for a moment, Lu Xiufang said softly. She had only practiced for three days. Since she was much higher than Han Feng's realm, she has reached the level of a half-step martial arts master. If the energy squeezed into her body is repeatedly refined, she might have hope of truly breaking through to the martial arts master.
Chapter completed!