Chapter 1273: Tianque Academy

Pedal... pedal... stare...
On the competition stage, following Yun Ju's footsteps, loud noises continued to erupt.
"A lot of strength." Xiao Yi was slightly surprised.
As far as he knows, this martial arts stage has the blessing of the Tianzang Academy's formation, which is specially made for the battle of the hundred academies.
The purpose is to allow the disciples of each courtyard to indulge in competition and fight.
Even if it is a saint king realm warrior with a full blow, he can never make a mark on the competition stage.
Although there are no traces on the martial arts stage, it is shaking and roaring.
This Yunju's strength is so great that one can imagine.
"Li Chi." Xiao Yi muttered to himself.
Although he didn't understand Wuchi Academy, he had heard of it.
The palace motto of the school is just a sentence, ‘I’m going to be idiotic, I’m learning, I’m cultivating; I’m ignorant of the heart, I’m ignorant of my body; ’.
A disciple of the Wuchi Academy, enters the Tao with an infatuation.
Such as this idiot disciple, not necessarily a martial artist, but they are bound to be powerful.
Stupid and extreme, Tao and extreme, on the long road of martial arts, thorns and waves, one force breaks it.
The rumors, and because of this, the disciples of the Wuchi Academy broke through the martial arts barrier and the martial arts bottleneck very quickly.
The disciples in the Academy are not as many as the Tianzang Academy, with a number of 100,000, but they are also more than tens of thousands.
Moreover, these tens of thousands of disciples, all of them are amazing in strength, and anyone who is placed outside must be a first-class warrior.
But this time, there were only 50 disciples who came to participate in the Hundred Courts Controversy.
Fifty people are the best and the strongest among these tens of thousands.
It is conceivable that the strength of Yun Ju, the obsessive disciple on the martial arts stage, is so strong.
It can be clearly seen that between Yun Ju's fist and kick, the air blasted and the sound continued.
And Tong Ye, who was his opponent, was completely invincible.
"I also said to get a good start, and I couldn't help it." Aside, Qin Yi sneered.
"If you continue like this, Tong Ye will not be able to survive twenty moves, and he will lose."
"If I were to play, Yun Ju would have lost a long time ago."
Xiao Yi smiled faintly upon hearing this.
Back then, Tong Ye and this Qin Yi were the arrogances of the same name in the Heiyun region.
Tong Ye, chief deacon of Yandian branch hall; Huanfeng Qin Yi, chief deacon of Fengsha hall branch.
However, after two years, these two have long been the titles of sub-temple masters.
"Unbeaten." Xiao Yi shook his head.
"Same as the fifth level cultivation base of the Saint King Realm, this Yun Ju is not Tong Ye's opponent."
Tong Ye and Yun Ju are both of the five levels of cultivation in the Saint King Realm.
Speaking of which, Tong Ye and Xiao Yi are both disciples in the same class.
When they first entered Heiyun to learn and teach, their cultivation bases were similar.
Two years later, Xiao Yi had the sixth stage of the Saint King Realm, and Tong Ye had the fifth stage of the Saint King Realm, but there was not much difference.
Of course, this is to put aside Xiao Yi's terrifying little world and Qi fountain.
"There are ten more tricks." Qin Yi did not answer Xiao Yi, but said triumphantly.
Bang... bang... bang...
On the competition stage, Yun Ju fisted and screamed constantly.
The flames from Tong Ye's hands were repeatedly blasted away; there was no other way but to avoid and retreat.
In the spectator stand, the disciples from each courtyard shook their heads one after another watching the competition.
"This Tong Ye is going to lose."
"In the first battle, I met the Lichi disciple of the Wuchi Academy, and it was unlucky for Heiyun to learn and teach."
Qin Yi smiled at the black cloud learning and teaching stand, "There are five tricks left."
Xiao Yi smiled faintly.
Around, the elders of Xuejiao, Elder Hei Xuan and others showed no signs of trouble.
Most of the disciples did not change their expressions.
Mo You's face was light, Qing Lin smiled playfully.
Xiao Yi only smiled faintly.
After a few seconds, there was a loud shout on the competition stage.
"Da Barbarian, I really am afraid of you?"
"Yetai Sanqinghuo."
Boom...a loud sound.
A phantom shadow of a lampstand appeared out of thin air, and on the lampstand, three ray of cyan fire surrounded it.
Yun's huge fist blasted out, but was easily blocked by the blue fire.
Tong Ye's figure suddenly disappeared in place.
When he appeared again, he had already come to Yun Ju's body.
Tong Ye mingled with flame fists, and blasted Yun Ju's chest with a punch.
Yun Ju's fist was blocked by the cyan fire, and now it was the time when he was unable to resist.
Boom... There was another explosion.
On the cloud, a flame exploded, scorching his chest to black.
Tong Ye's figure did not stop; the footsteps glared, and the blue fire on his knees slammed heavily on Yun Ju's jaw.
He started by recoil, and there was an eruption of surging green fire.
Under the impact of this knee, Yun Ju let out a painful cry and was directly blasted into the air.
"Ye is hot, explosive." Tong Ye shouted coldly.
In the midair, countless green fires swept up, turning into a monstrous flame in an instant.
The flame exploded and roared violently, completely submerging Yun Ju.
After the flames dissipated in midair, Yun Ju's body was weakened to fall.
Snap...The burly body fell to the ground, already scorched, no longer able to fight.
On the side of the martial arts stage, three referees stepped forward and nodded after sensing the giant cloud.
"Yun Ju has been seriously injured and has no combat power."
"In this battle, Heiyun learns and teaches, and Tong Ye wins."
The three referees made an announcement, and then a yuan force broke into Yun Giant.
Among the three referees, one was the deacon of Tianyao Peak of the Tianzang Academy, and he was a pharmacist with good methods.
The presence of this person is enough to ensure that the disciples of the various courts in the competition are not in danger of life.
At this time, Tong Ye fell from the martial arts stage and walked slowly back to the seat of Heiyun learning.
Beside Xiao Yi, Qin Yi said angrily, "You really got it right."
Xiao Yi smiled faintly, "You already knew that Tong Ye would not be defeated."
"Cut." Qin Yi curled his lips without saying a word.
In fact, the surrounding elders and disciples were not worried that Tong Ye would lose.
At the same as the five levels of cultivation of the Holy King Realm, Tong Ye is not much worse than that of Yun.
The Wuchi Academy, although well-known in Zhongyu, the disciples of the Wuchi Academy are amazing.
However, within Heiyun's learning and teaching, there is also a wicked evildoer, how easy it is.
No matter Tong Ye, Qin Yi, and other disciples, before they started, they were already ruthless.
This kind of ruthless person, this kind of enchanting evildoer, there is almost no pressure on the opponents of fellow practitioners.
As for Xiao Yi just now, he firmly believed that Tong Ye would not lose, because in his perception, Yun Ju had already exhausted his strength, but Tong Ye was far from there.
At this time, Tong Ye has returned to the learning and teaching spectator seat.
With arrogant eyes, he looked straight at Xiao Yi.
"It's a pity, this is an academy dispute, I can't fight you."
"Otherwise, after two years, I really want to compete with you."
"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled relaxedly, "I have a chance."
"Yetai Sanqinghuo is one of the famous sacred martial arts of Yandian, I also want to try its power."
The two talked.
At this time, the referee on the martial arts stage shouted, "No. 3, Tianzang Academy, Cheng Suyan, come on stage."
"No. 4, Tianque Academy, Duguqing, come to power."
The referee's words fell.
There was an uproar in the spectator seats around.
"Tian Zang Academy, Tian Que Academy, this is the second battle, and the disciples of the two university palaces are facing each other."
Tianque Academy, one of the five university palaces.
Ranked third in the last one hundred courts contest.
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