No One Really Thinks Master is a Mortal, Right? Chapter 47

  Chapter 47 On the Realm of Emperor Qianyuan

  In the arena.

  Looking at the eight men and two women not far away.

   Ye Luo held the long sword, lowered his head slightly, a few strands of hair fluttered with the wind, covering his eyes.

   "You take action first, take out all of your strongest skills, I only have one sword, and after one sword, if you are unbeaten, I will count as a loser."

   Ye Luo spoke softly.

  The sound is neither light nor heavy.

   reached the ears of the ten disciples, causing an unnamed anger to rise in their hearts.

  One dozen is enough.

  Now you still say, only one sword?

  Although he is a disciple of Sejong Hidden Clan, he is not so crazy.

  The ten disciples all silently took out their magic weapons, used their own magic, and were ready to do it.

at this time.

  One of the male disciples spoke, and said, "What I am best at is setting up formations. Since your excellency said, let us take out the strongest skills. My strongest is the formation method. I wonder if I can set up formations?"

   Layout? !

  The other nine disciples all twitched their eyelids.

  You are embarrassed to say it.

  Under normal circumstances, whoever fights and waits for you to set up an array.

   And use the formation method, isn't this shameless.

  Even if someone is a disciple of the Hidden Sejong Sect, they don't bring this to play.

  If this is the case, people can still agree, nine of them can kneel down on the spot, call each other grandpa, and add names to their family genealogy!

  The other nine people thought so.

next moment.

   Ye Luo's voice came over.

   "Cloth it."

  Nine people: "..."

  As for the disciple who said he wanted to make formations.

  When he heard Ye Luo really let him set up, his eyes widened.

  "Your Excellency is serious?"

  The disciple took a deep breath and asked.

  His words came out.

   did not get any response.

   Ye Luo still stood there, there was no movement, obviously he had to wait for the opponent to deploy first.

   Seeing this scene, the disciple gritted his teeth, took out various array materials from the storage magic weapon, and prepared to start the array.

   Ye Luo, who was standing on the other side, looked at the other side and took out all kinds of materials, and his indifferent face showed sluggishness.

   "Do you still need to use your hands when setting up the array?"

   Ye Luo subconsciously raised his head and asked.

  The disciple who is struggling to lay out: "???"

  I don't use my hands to set up the array, should I use my feet?

   "It's okay, it's okay, you go ahead, when I didn't say it."

   Ye Luo suddenly returned to his senses, waved his hand to let the other party continue.

  He shook his head rather helplessly.

  He watched Junior Brother Zhang Han set up the formation, and after watching it for a long time, he thought that the formation was all done with a single thought.

  I just remembered now that I need to use my hands to set up an array.

  Also use various materials.

  Handless formations are exclusive to their Wudao Sect.

  This made Ye Luo even more grateful that he joined the Innocent Sect, and the master himself came to accept him as a disciple.

  This kindness, he Ye Luo will never forget.

  Can only practice diligently in the future, in order to make the master pleased!

   Ye Luo stood there and waited for nearly half an hour.

Poker face.

  Holding the long sword.

  Clothed robe hunting.

   is like a supreme sword fairy.

  It's just that his patience is about to run out.

  Don't say it's the leaf that has fallen.

  That is, the representatives of the sect who watched the ceremony were a little impatient.

  Fortunately, the disciple finally finished the formation.

   "I'm done! The Nine Dragons Refining Fire Array! The array is deployed, and the peak of the non-Yu Yuan Ying cannot be broken!"

  The disciple shouted excitedly.

  The other nine disciples also mentioned God a little, offering various magic weapons.

  The formation of the formation is completed, which also means that the battle has begun.

   Ye Luo lightly raised his head to look at the formation pattern over and over, and smiled softly.

   "Naive."

  The voice came into the ears of ten disciples.

  As everyone knows, his sword has never hurt people.

   Buzz! !

   Ye Luo's palm touched the hilt of the long sword.

  Five fingers together.

  The long sword is unsheathed.

  When his long sword was unsheathed, his whole body changed, and the golden mark on his forehead shone light.

   A mysterious smell of heaven and earth permeated, and the ear-piercing sword rang through the sky.

  Even if there are many magic circles isolated, it still spreads to many discs.

  Many representatives of the sect stood up almost subconsciously, and a sense of crisis surged in their hearts.

   hasn't waited for any response from them.

  They saw that the originally bright sky had dimmed without knowing when, the huge scars of the sky cracked, and the whole sky collapsed.

  The ground below has fallen crazily.

   Countless thunder and lightning roared.

  The wind swept through everything.

  The sky collapsed.

  Thunder and lightning roar.

  The wind is strong.

   looks like a scene of destruction.

  In the face of the destruction of the world.

  A sense of powerlessness and insignificance emerged in everyone's hearts.

  People cannot shake the sky!

  The world is destroyed, they can only watch themselves being destroyed, and they can't do anything.

  Since they can't do anything, why bother to practice hard? It's better to wait for death early.

  The hearts of the people are shaken.

  At this moment, the people present, as long as they have some realm, have signs of collapse in Dao Xin.

  Even the great elder who was able to break open last time, this time can't break free.

  Of course, one person is still as stable as Mount Tai.

  That is Qianyuan Sovereign.

  Sect Master Qianyuan without the soul, is a body that can live and think.

  Where does he know what happened.

  At this moment, Sovereign Qian Yuan, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looked calm and breezy, Yu Guang glanced frantically at the dull-faced people around him.

  Worri...

  What happened to this group of people? ?

what happened? ?

who am I.

where am I.

  Where am I going.

  It was when Sect Master Qianyuan was meditating, whether or not he should pretend to be dull.

  A voice came from the depths of Qiandi Daozong.

   "Wake up."

  This voice came out.

  The mirror image that trapped everyone was suddenly torn apart.

  Everyone was dripping with cold sweat, all sitting on the ground sour and limp, breathing heavily, and at the same time looking at the breezy leaves standing in the arena with horror.

  On the largest disk.

  The same is true for many elders.

   Out of breath.

When    looked at Ye Luo, his eyes were a little frightened.

  "What a disciple of the Sejong Sect, these methods are really worthy of the words Sejong Sect. It is fortunate that the elders have taken the initiative. Otherwise, it is really hard to escape on our own!"

   "The sword does not cut people, but it cuts the heart, a good sword!"

   "Sect Master, you... why are you like a okay person?"

   "Has the realm of the suzerain reached this point? I can actually ignore this sword!"

  Many elders suddenly noticed Sect Master Qian Yuan, who was sitting over there, looking calm and calm.

  All of them, including the Great Elder, were trapped by this sword.

  Sect Master Qianyuan sat so quietly.

  Is this the realm of the suzerain? !

  The elders couldn't help concentrating slightly, wanting to see the realm of Sect Master Qianyuan.

  I don't know this, I was shocked at first glance.

  So they can't see through the realm of the suzerain? At a glance, the suzerain was actually like a mortal.

  Perhaps, besides the elders of Emperor Qiandi Dao Sect, only Sect Master Qianyuan can fight Ye Luo, right? !

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