I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

The gloom on the face of the master of Shen Yao Peak also disappeared, and a gloating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Xinghe, Ye Xinghe, you're boasting so much, I'm afraid you're going to screw your own disciple over. But it's a good thing, so that others won't always say that my disciples of Shen Yao Peak lost unfairly. Now we can see the truth."

The Master of Mingyue Peak covered her lips lightly, a sly look flashing in her eyes. She waved her round fan and said leisurely, "Master Ye, you are very courageous. I hope Zhao Changsheng doesn't lose too badly later. After all, this is a promise you made yourself. With so many eyes watching, we will just have to wait and see."

Ye Xinghe seemed to be oblivious to these harsh taunts. He turned to look at Zhao Changsheng calmly and said, "Changsheng, I know this move puts a lot of pressure on you. You are naturally gifted and have strong strength."

"Don't bring your magic weapon this time, just perform normally. Don't let those doubts disturb your mind. Show them your real skills and what it means to be a disciple of Tongtian Peak!"

Zhao Changsheng nodded heavily, his eyes blazing with light. He cupped his hands and said solemnly, "Master, rest assured. I will live up to your expectations! I have always remembered your meticulous teachings and rigorous training. Even without my magic weapon, I am fully confident that I can handle it."

"In this promotion match, I will give my all to restore Tongtian Peak's reputation!"

Ximen Feixue stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Changsheng's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Brother, this is too risky! Those people are clearly trying to provoke Master. Why did you agree to this..."

Zhao Changsheng raised his hand and patted Ximen Feixue's shoulder, smiling soothingly: "Don't worry, Junior Brother, just wait and see. I know what's going on."

"The more they underestimate us, the more I want to surprise them. Furthermore, I also want to see how far I can go without the blessing of the divine weapon. I can just treat it as a self-hardening exercise."

After saying that, Zhao Changsheng took off the magic weapon from his waist and solemnly handed it to Ye Xinghe for safekeeping. Then he stretched his muscles, took a deep breath, and strode towards the ring with his head held high.

At this moment, the restrictions on the promotion match on the stage have been opened, and powerful spiritual pressure shrouds the surroundings.

It is conceivable that this game is definitely more difficult than the previous one.

Zhao Changsheng's opponent is Sun Yao, a famous disciple of Lingkuang Peak.

This man was tall and strong, dressed in a black tight-fitting suit. He exuded a spiritual energy as hard as ore. It was obvious that he had been practicing in the depths of the spiritual mine for many years, absorbing the essence of many spiritual mines. His strength should not be underestimated.

Sun Yao was stunned when he saw Zhao Changsheng coming unarmed, then he grinned contemptuously, "Zhao Changsheng, I heard you threw away your magic weapon. Are you realizing you're no match for your opponent and giving up resistance?"

"That's good. It saves me the trouble. I'll be gentler later, or I'll scare you into bullying the unarmed."

However, Zhao Changsheng seemed not to hear anything. His expression was as calm as water. He just silently circulated his spiritual power. The Hunyuan Xinghe Jue in his body flowed rapidly, and the light of spiritual power was looming between his meridians. His whole aura suddenly changed, as if a sharp sword was unsheathed, revealing its edge.

"Stop talking nonsense and let me see the real deal!"

Zhao Changsheng let out a low shout, and his body flashed out first. He tapped the ground with his feet and instantly stood in front of Sun Yao. His right fist was wrapped in a whistling sound and slammed towards Sun Yao's face.

Sun Yao's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that Zhao Changsheng would dare to attack with bare hands. He didn't dare to be negligent and quickly raised his hand to resist.

With a loud "bang", the two men's fists collided, and the spiritual energy shock wave spread out, shaking the forbidden light on the edge of the ring. The people below the stage also felt a strong wind blowing on their faces, and many people subconsciously leaned back to avoid it.

The people in the audience who were originally waiting to watch the show gradually put away their contempt.

Originally, they thought that Zhao Changsheng would definitely be defeated without his magic weapon, but now it seems that they underestimated Zhao Changsheng!

The other Peak Masters also frowned slightly, their expressions growing serious. The Spirit Sword Peak Master unconsciously clenched the armrests of his chair and muttered to himself, "This Zhao Changsheng... even without his magic weapon, he's still so formidable. It seems we underestimated him."

Ye Xinghe stood with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed, his eyes always fixed on Zhao Changsheng.

Are you kidding? Is his system leucorrhea?

Those who looked down on him in the past are now all getting slapped in the face!

In the arena.

Zhao Changsheng delivered a sharp spinning kick, forcing Sun Yao to stumble several steps. After stabilizing himself, he stood with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "Sun Yao, you are no match for me. It's not too late to admit defeat now, so as to avoid suffering more."

When Sun Yao heard this, it was as if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world. His face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He replied viciously, "Zhao Changsheng, don't be so proud! You just took advantage of my carelessness and got the upper hand, and you want me to admit defeat? You're dreaming! The outcome of this competition is still uncertain. Do you think you can defeat me?"

He is a genius that is rarely seen in a century at Lingkuang Peak!

Everyone says that he is extraordinary!

How could he let a disciple from Tongtian Peak look down on him!

Not worthy!

The leader of Lingkuang Peak, sitting in the audience, looked extremely distraught when he saw his disciple in such a state. He shouted, "Sun Yao, stop wasting time! Why are you wasting time talking to him? Let's deal with this quickly. Don't waste time! Don't bring down the reputation of Lingkuang Peak!"

After receiving the master's instructions, Sun Yao became determined and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

He pretended to attack, swinging his fists and pretending to hit Zhao Changsheng in the face. His spiritual power was shining brightly and his momentum was fierce, as if he was putting all his efforts into making a last stand.

Zhao Changsheng was calm and easily dodged the seemingly fierce attack.

However, just when he was about to take a break, Sun Yao took advantage of the momentum of his forward charge to suddenly squat down, hiding behind the spiritual light. His left hand secretly condensed a piece of spiritual ore. The surface of the ore was flashing with dark light, and runes were hidden in it. It was obvious that it was blessed with special means.

While Zhao Changsheng's old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not yet generated, Sun Yao suddenly rushed out from below, and the ore in his hand attacked Zhao Changsheng's abdomen like a cannonball, roaring: "Go to hell!"

This sudden change caught people off guard, and everyone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

Seeing this, Ximen Feixue was extremely anxious and was about to rush onto the stage to stop it, but Ye Xinghe pulled him back and shook his head, signaling him to be patient: "Don't be impatient, wait and see how Changsheng responds."

Zhao Changsheng's eyes flashed, and at this critical moment, the spiritual power in his body exploded and he urgently activated the Hunyuan Xinghe Jue, and his hands quickly formed seals.

In an instant, a layer of transparent spiritual power shield condensed in front of him, barely blocking the spiritual power ore that Sun Yao was attacking with.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, ripples appeared on the spiritual shield. Zhao Changsheng was also knocked back several steps by the impact, and the soles of his shoes scratched two deep grooves on the floor of the ring.

Although he successfully blocked the attack, Zhao Changsheng was filled with rage. He hated such despicable acts of using underhanded tactics and sneak attacks on the battlefield the most!

I didn’t expect Sun Yao to be so shameless!