i really have no talent

Chapter 57

"Sure enough, it's a wolf's ambition. I said that Wuye is not a good thing, and you still don't believe it!"

In the most holy palace, everyone saw Wuye's response, and their expressions became much more solemn.

Once Wuye is on the opposite side of the schools of thought, the great masters who have been watching for a long time in the city will have a shot, and it will be more difficult to divide and disintegrate.

"I heard that Wuye once studied under the old lady Fu..."

In the crowd, some great master muttered softly, everyone was silent for a moment, and then they all turned their eyes to the dean of the Daxia Academy of Arts, the eldest disciple of the old master.

"........."

Long Xiaowen shook his head, then walked towards the outside of the Holy Palace under the gaze of everyone.

"Wu Ye, although I don't know why you took away the scriptures of the Hundred Schools, but you definitely didn't want to see the road to the gods, am I right?"

"It's a piece of nonsense!"

Standing in front of the palace gate, Wuye responded with a cold tone and equally cold emotion.

Long Xiaowen frowned, his gaze was fixed on Wuye's sickly body, and then he seemed to want to see something from him, but he didn't get anything.

Outside the Holy Palace, there have been many strong masters who have gathered at this moment, openly or secretly, and they are all overwhelmed by Wuye's aura.

There are many great masters present at the moment, and the first few old masters who came here are not bad, but there is no great master who dares to face the twenty-somethings like Xiang Wuye. a great master.

"It seems that today we can witness the battle between the great masters..."

"Hehe, just don't be the fastest one at that time!"

"you……!"

"Is this wrong?"

"........."

"Look! No Night is moving!"

"........."

A grandmaster outside the arena spoke, pointed forward, and then raised his voice a little.

Everyone outside the arena turned their eyes back one after another, and then took a step forward, staring at the sickly figure in front of them.

"It seems that it will be difficult to be kind tonight..."

Li Yanjing, the great master of Taoism, said, and then walked towards the outside of the Holy Palace with the same indifferent expression.

"Please!"

"Please!"

"........."

Li Yanjing opened his mouth, and slowly pulled away the iron sword in his hand, revealing the extremely sharp blade underneath.

Seeing this, Wu Ye also held the painting fan in his hand, and then responded with the same word of please.

"It's about to start..."

"You say Li Yanjing and Wuye, who is stronger?"

"Bullshit, in terms of fame, of course it is Wuye. But in terms of strength, Li Yanjing is not bad. Don't forget, 30 years ago, Li Yanjing, who was only in the innate realm, killed a half-step grandmaster with his own hands. A peerless genius, now he is also in the realm of a great master, who knows..."

"Don't talk too much, just watch with your eyes, why do you need your mouth?"

"........."

The congenitals, masters and masters who were watching around opened their mouths to discuss.

Only the great masters who are independent of each other have begun to look forward with hot eyes.

"Chong!"

There was a sound of metal colliding, and the onlookers realized that the two of them had already fought each other at the moment just now, but the speed of one drawing his sword was faster than the speed of the crowd's blinking, while the other The speed of resistance and resolution also surpassed everyone's vision.

"My God...you look at it. The palace wall of the Holy Palace!"

Someone noticed the vermilion hot wall behind the two of them, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The bricks and tiles of the Holy Palace are said to have been cut by the founders of Confucian sages bit by bit.

Leaving aside his historical background, the material of the wall is not an ordinary stone, but made of gold and copper wrapped in gold and stone, each of which was engraved with Confucian holy words by the Confucian sages.

It contains unimaginable power, and it can be regarded as one of the foundations of Confucianism. Even a great master can hardly leave such a deep mark on the wall.

Because these materials can be called fetishes, only cultivators in the divine realm are qualified to touch one or two.

Now, the collision of these two supreme great masters can leave a mark on the surface of such a hard object with just one blow. If it were another great master, would this blow have already fallen?

Everyone couldn't help but gasped, even the great masters who were watching around couldn't help feeling jealous of these two young great masters.

"Your sword is very good!"

"Your dark blade is not bad either!"

The two flattered each other like this, and after looking at each other, Li Yanjing moved.

With a light touch on the foot, the body sword began to go to the void above.

Seeing this, Wuye's sick body also moved, and his feet stepped lightly, just like this, stepping on the void, step by step, until he reached the new battlefield!
"I changed my muscles and bones..."

"........."

An old voice resounded loudly around, allowing everyone present to hear it.

They know exactly what that means.

The people from various schools and families in the Holy Palace did not show the slightest nervousness except for their expressions were a little more dignified.

"A bunch of old people who rely on the old to sell the old, I want to see how hard your bones are!"

In the most holy palace, another great master who belonged to a hundred schools of thought came out, then glanced around with disdainful eyes, and made a disdainful sound in his mouth.

A grand master was enraged by these words, and also walked out of the crowd with a gloomy face.

"Ignorant junior, today I will let you experience the beating from old bones!"

"Hmph. Just come!"

"........."

Another two great masters are fighting, and in the void above Yingtian Mansion, there are already four great masters fighting fiercely at this moment.

Outside the Holy Palace, the rest of the great masters looked at the Holy Palace with expressions that were ready to move.

With the beginning, the wrath of all the great masters of the various schools of thought, if they don't seize the opportunity, then they may not have the opportunity in the future.

"Everyone, whoever dares to fight!"

"Heh! The tone is not small, the peasant should be the first to accept your challenge!"

"Bah! Ignorant child!"

"Old and immortal. Can't you put it another way! You are ignorant all day, ignorant, did you get scolded by your father so much when you were young?"

"die!"

"........."

Without unnecessary nonsense, the battle between the great masters has already begun.

Emperor Xia sat alone in the Great Xia Emperor's Palace, quietly watching the battle of several great masters in the distance.

In the palace, when Emperor Xia waved his hand, five great masters appeared from all directions of the palace, and then their aura surged, intercepting the aftermath of the battle, protecting the buildings and ordinary people in the city.

In his eyes, this moment seemed to be just the beginning.

"The image of the prosperous age..."

Emperor Xia said softly, the prince who was waiting by his side had disappeared.

In the Ye Mansion, Ye Wushuang was sitting in the pavilion in the garden with his grandfather. Although he was old, he was still an old master.

He already had a premonition of what happened in Yingtian Mansion.

While heartbroken, he was not going to do anything, just like Emperor Xia, quietly watching the wind and rain in the courtyard.

All of this has long been doomed.

(End of this chapter)