Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 24: My disciple Wang Teng has the potential to become an emperor
The old man with a youthful face and white hair nodded with satisfaction, looking down at the world and said: "I am the elder of the upper sect. Today I have been ordered to come to observe the sect competition. Anyone who wins first place will be given a top-level magic weapon."

"And you can go to the upper sect to practice!"

"Listen carefully, everyone. Everyone's age must not exceed 200 years old, and their cultivation must not exceed the Return to Void Realm. If anyone dares to violate the rules, I will definitely massacre their entire sect!"

Endless pressure burst out. No matter whether it was the elders of Qingxuan Sect or the strong men from other sects, they all knelt on the ground and trembled under this powerful pressure.

Is this the strength of a thunder tribulation master?
Although Ye Qian'an also felt the pressure of this spiritual power, after taking a sip of wine, the pressure disappeared out of thin air.

An old man with a childlike face and white hair appeared out of nowhere at the main seat prepared by the Qingxuan Sect. With his strength, he naturally had to sit in the main seat. As for the others, only the Dragon Emperor and Leng Qianning were qualified to sit next to him.

Leng Qianning glanced at Ye Qian'an who was not disturbed at all, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in her star-like eyes. He was worthy of being her disciple.

Seeing that Ye Qian'an was not hindered at all, Wang Teng clenched his fists inexplicably. Why didn't this guy feel pressured by the spiritual power of a strong man in the Thunder Tribulation Stage? Could it be that his strength was above that of the God Transformation Stage?
Shuiyun Sect's Tianjiao Shui Ling'er stepped out and said in a sick voice, "I've heard that Qingxuan Sect's Tianjiao is very powerful. I wonder if anyone is willing to come up and challenge him?"

This sect competition seems to be a competition for the first place, but in fact it is to select the most talented disciples, so that they can become playthings in the hands of the upper sect.

Furthermore, there are no rules during the game. No one will attack even if they want to kill the opponent. Unless the other party chooses to admit defeat, the game will never stop.

Shui Ling'er pointed her finger at the Qingxuan Sect's disciples and said with a stern look on her face, "Who is willing to fight with me?"

"Or does it mean that the disciples of Qingxuan Sect simply don't dare to be my enemy?"

"I come!"

A Qingxuan Sect disciple flew over, holding a magic sword in his hand, his eyes red, pointing angrily at Shui Ling'er in front of him, and said indignantly: "Witch, you have insulted my Qingxuan Sect, you are already seeking death!"

"Oh?"

Shui Ling'er raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the disciple sent by Qingxuan Sect would be in the early stage of Jindan. He really doesn't know his own limitations."

"Little Jindan boy, let me teach you a lesson today and let you understand what the difference in level is."

Shui Ling'er's eyes turned cold, and then her body suddenly disappeared like a startled wild goose. When she appeared again, she had already come behind the disciple of Qingxuan Sect.

And on the azure sword in Shui Ling'er's hand, there were actually some spots of scarlet blood mist.

quiet!
The whole place was eerily silent.

Shui Ling'er shook off the blood stains on the sword very naturally, and the Qingxuan Sect disciple who had his back to her fell to the ground with a bang, and died soon after.

Seeing this, many disciples of Qingxuan Sect were quite angry. They did not expect that disciples of Shuiyun Sect would kill their Qingxuan Sect disciples in public. This was simply not taking their Qingxuan Sect seriously.

"Haha, is there no one left in your Qingxuan Sect? You actually arranged a Jindan kid to come and provoke us. Hahaha, this is really making me laugh to death."

"Yes, a Jindan kid is challenging a Yuanying peak, are you Qingxuan Sect brainless?"

“I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I’m dying of laughter, hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

The disciples from other sects burst into laughter, which indirectly made the Qingxuan Sect's disciples blush. They didn't know what this guy was doing.

A mere Jindan is trying to provoke Yuanying, what a fool is that.

Wang Teng walked out of the crowd at this time and said calmly: "Peak Nascent Soul stage, let me challenge you."

Shui Ling'er raised her eyebrows, looking at the figure that suddenly walked out, and said with some interest: "Interesting, I didn't expect that Qingxuan Sect has such a genius. Come on, let me see the strength of Qingxuan Sect." Wang Teng hung one hand behind his back, made a gesture of invitation with his right hand, and said casually: "Do you want to make the first move, or should I?"

"Noisy."

Shui Ling'er stared at Wang Teng's movements coldly. Although she couldn't see through the other party's cultivation level, she didn't think that Qingxuan Sect would arrange a strong man in the Spirit Transformation Realm to fight.

Besides, she is also the pride of Shuiyun Sect.

She has killed countless people in her life and is still arrogant and self-assured.

Who can kill her?
However, the next scene made everyone stand up.

Wang Teng's right hand pierced Shui Ling'er's chest without any hindrance. If you look closely, you can see that Shui Ling'er's heart was pulled out by Wang Teng.

It was so fast that the geniuses from all the major sects were dumbfounded.

When did the Qingxuan Sect produce a genius who was less than 200 years old and had reached the state of Divine Transformation?
The leader of Shuiyun Sect stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "You evil creature, how dare you!"

Wang Teng ignored the scolding from the Shuiyun Sect's leader and continued to do as he pleased, crushing Shui Ling'er's heart with force.

Shui Ling'er stared with her copper-bell-like eyes full of unwillingness, somewhat unwilling to believe that she, a genius of the Shuiyun Sect, would die in such an unclear way today!

Wang Teng licked the blood on Shui Ling'er's cheek and said with a ghostly smile: "Have a safe journey."

The leader of Shuiyun Sect immediately waved his hands and forcefully pulled out Shui Linger's Nascent Soul. As long as the Nascent Soul was not dead, his disciples would not die.

Watching the other sect leader take action, Wang Teng's mouth twitched twice. He wanted to say something, but he saw his master Dan Yangzi shaking his head at him.

My disciple Wang Teng has the potential to become an emperor!

Since her physical body has been destroyed, there is no need to destroy her Nascent Soul. After all, there is no need to kill Nascent Soul powerhouses in this sect competition.

The leader of Shuiyun Sect collected his disciple's Nascent Soul and said angrily, "Mr. Envoy, this boy is definitely over 200 years old. Please be careful and don't let this evil creature participate in this competition!"

The old man with a childlike face and white hair narrowed his eyes. With just one glance, he had seen through Wang Teng’s age and cultivation. He exclaimed in admiration: “I didn’t expect that he has reached the early stage of Spiritualization at the age of 100. He is worthy of being the pride of Qingxuan Sect.”

"More than a hundred years old?"

Hearing the words of the envoy from the upper sect, the strong men from many sects were all stunned, and they stared at Wang Teng under them with surprised eyes.

This guy is only over a hundred years old. Why has he, such a gifted child of heaven, never become famous in the country of Yulong?

Could it be that Qingxuan Sect deliberately concealed it? !

Ye Qian'an sat in a chair and tasted a 500-year-old Lausanne wine. He glanced sideways at Wang Teng, who was in the limelight, with a look of disdain on his face.

If they knew that he had broken through to the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, it would surely shock everyone.

Since Wang Teng wants to steal the limelight, let him do it.

After all, the higher you fly, the harder you fall.

(End of this chapter)