The two of them had a very short time in their artistic conception battle, less than half of the previous sword fighting, but the outcome was already determined. However, what people pay attention to is not who wins and who loses, but surprise is the terrible battle of artistic conception.

"The battle of artistic conception is a matter of victory or defeat, and there is no need to be careless." The disciples of the spiritual realm couldn't help but become cautious when they saw this scene.

"Yes, the seemingly ordinary move was a winner in an instant. If we fought and fought at the same level, it would be difficult to distinguish between the superiority and inferiority for a while, but after becoming a god, it was like this, but for some reason?"

Some people have seen some tricks, but they have unknown reasons, and the gap in realms and understandings are different. I think this is a gap.

At this time, Mu Luo's breath stabilized after taking a few pills. He stood up and apologized to the disciples of Daotian Pavilion: "Sorry, I didn't stop just now."

The man from Daotian Pavilion shook his head and said, "No need to do so. Donghong is weaker than you, and it is reasonable to lose to you. Besides, you both have some strength in the battle of artistic conception. Otherwise, Donghong will always be trapped in your artistic conception and cannot wake up."

Mu Luo shook his head and said nothing. After hearing this, everyone realized that Dong Hong’s situation just now turned out to be extremely dangerous, and being unconscious was the best result.

At this moment, when Mu Luo looked at these Mu Luo, they all looked awe. The strong are respected, and this remains unchanged. Besides, Mu Luo is also the representative of Tianyun.

But Mu Luo turned a blind eye and his face returned to calmness. He was a little pale in his heart, but his face was not as pale as he was. If someone used great means to check his body, he would be shocked, because the world formed by his artistic conception was shattered and full of cracks in his Tianling Taichung.

He asked himself that he had a very talented talent and had never been convinced by his elder brother and second brother. He was remembered at the age of twelve. This made him admire his elder brother and had a more complicated emotion. His ranking in the clan was 21, which seemed incorrect in its opinion, because he had never taken serious action, but now, he began to question it.

Questioning yourself, questioning your judgment, and questioning your confidence, he has never heard of this person named Donghong before, but judging from his appearance, his identity among these people is not very high, but such a person actually broke his artistic conception.

Although he had pressed him on swordsmanship before, on the one hand, his cultivation level was higher, and on the other hand, his talent was his own. However, although Donghong was in a coma and seriously injured at this time, he seemed to have no problems. But has the price he paid less?

Thinking of this, my heart began to roar. There was no way to accept the eyes of others as a winner. My heart was full of bitterness. Fortunately, I was hiding when I closed my eyes.

Donghong was moved out by the man with his magical powers, and then a disciple checked his body for him, but looking at their appearance, his face was a little solemn. The man nodded, took his pulse personally, and then handed a pill to the others. The others immediately took out the potion and gave it to him.

After doing all this, the man said to everyone: "Everyone, if you still have the idea of ​​interrogating, you might as well stop it, otherwise it will be bad for hurting each other."

This person said it very seriously, which made people feel shocked, but many people think that this is reasonable. Although everyone is a little hostile, they are all in the same camp after all, and this fight is always a traitor.

But some people looked at Mu Luo with inexplicable eyes.

These people are children of other families in the imperial capital, and some are even children of the Wood clan, and there are quite a few of them here.

Seeing that no one objected, the man's expression returned to his previous appearance.

He also felt agitation in his heart. It was impossible to say that there was no slight anger. His junior brother was broken by someone, his spirit was unstable, and his soul was a little disintegrating. How could he not be angry? However, he also knew that the two of them had fought, so he was naturally careless.

Fortunately, both of them had some strength. Otherwise, even if Mu Luo's cultivation level could be disintegrated, Dong Hong himself might have to explain his life. This was not his original intention. Today, he came here mainly to give up a cause and effect. For the battle, it was just the meaning of a few elders, and just click it as soon as possible.

However, he was also surprised that Mu Luo was not a very powerful role in the Mu Clan generation. Daotian Pavilion deduced Tianji and almost every younger generation could see their potential clearly. However, he never thought that there was still some mistakes. At least Mu Luo's methods exceeded his expectations.

This made him wonder if the Wood Clan had the means to interfere with the secrets of heaven. I thought it was the mountain god of the Wood Clan, otherwise the elders would not have thought about it.

After taking a deep breath, he almost sorted out what happened today and then put it in his heart.

At this moment, a person behind him stood up, and seeing this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Qiu Jian stood up, clasped his fists at everyone and said, "You Tianyun just invited the battle. Now it's our turn to Daotian. Now I'll come forward to discuss with you."

Qiu Jian held a dark red sword, and his aura was overwhelming.

Many monks on Tianyun's side began to wander at this time, because many people could not see through Qiu Jian's cultivation level, and no one responded for a while.

However, someone still said: "I don't know that Miss Qiu Jian can choose a good opponent, otherwise she will be your opponent."

Who said this was a casual cultivator? Seeing that no one answered the crowd, he couldn't help but ask. His cultivation was also very high, and he was in the middle stage of the God Transformation, which was very rare among casual cultivators.

Qiu Jian said: "You, no, you don't need a sword. I have an opponent in my heart to be invited to fight, so I'm afraid that this person will not dare to fight."

When Tianyun heard this, his eyes immediately showed a look of inquisitiveness. Seeing this, Qiu Jian didn't say much, slowly raised his palm, then stretched out his finger and pointed at some point.

Many people look at this direction and can't help feeling dazed. Why is it the same direction again? So many people laugh out loud.

Even the name of the wood couldn't help but laugh and thought to myself whether the golden scale was blooming with peach blossoms. He was named by the same person several times in a row.

"Miss Qiu Jian, how dare I, Tianyun, not to fight? No matter who you point, everyone will fight."

Some people began to become active. After all, this kind of thing was not as serious as the previous battle. On the contrary, people outside the world mostly had a gloating form.

"Jinlin, today we must promote the power of my sky clouds, and we should not be underestimated."

Someone shouted Jin Lin's name, and obviously knew Jin Lin.

At this time, a female disciple from Daotian Pavilion also said, "What does that mean by the person surnamed Jin, lowering his head? Could it be that he is afraid of my senior sister?"

As soon as this was said, how could it be? A female cultivator on Tianyun also said, "Don't talk nonsense. Jinlin is just a good man who doesn't fight with a woman. How can you be afraid of you? Jinlin, you should be cruel when you take action later. Don't be ruthless when you see her beautiful."

"Yes, Senior Sister Li is right, Jinlin, you must win. Senior Sister Li has been admiring you for a long time, don't...ah, Senior Sister, I dare not talk nonsense, Senior Sister, please spare my life, Senior Sister..."

"Ha ha......"

Everyone laughed endlessly, Jin Lin was handsome, and it was even more rare that he had a special temperament, a lonely but impressive temperament.

Especially when he transformed into a god, many people remembered his words, and the female cultivator felt that the golden scale was extraordinary, and she loved the sword and the academy, but she would rather cut off her own long sword than cut off the academy. This is the broken sword golden scale.

Jin Lin's expression was not as entangled as before. In fact, he came here today to fight for the sake of the Taoist Heaven. It just seemed that the target of the battle was somewhat...it was an imagination.

Taking a deep breath, Jinlin slowly stood up and said to everyone: "Since that's the case, I would like to thank you for your humility."

After saying that, he said to Qiu Jian again: "Please give me advice."

Qiu Jian smiled very strongly, then nodded slowly, his eyes turned and said, "You must lose."

After saying that, he jumped into the space.

Jin Lin was about to walk out, but he heard Mu Ming say, "Senior Brother Jin, be careful, that person may be in the state of distraction."
Chapter completed!