Chapter 157 You are not qualified

 "Senior Brother Li, how does this boy's strength compare with yours?"

 He transformed into a woman from the Zizui Holy Sect, and a woman in plain clothes looked at the tall man with a look of inquiry on her face.

 "Not as good as me."

 Li Xieyun said with a smile: "But it should be similar to you."

 "Both of you are capable of competing for the top twenty."

 "Are you so confident in him?" The man from Wa Palace said lightly: " He has just entered the Saint Realm. Even if he has the blood of the Ancestral Dragon, he is nothing more than that."

 "Which one of us in this group is not a genius?"

 "We will see."

 Li Xieyun did not argue with him.

 "No. 5, No. 6."

 As Yang Xuanzhan's voice sounded, two more geniuses came on stage to fight.

 However, in the eyes of everyone, they are all ordinary people.

 Among the spectators, the weakest ones are all peak quasi-emperors. In their hearts, the real genius is at least at Meng Baiyu's level.

 "No. 21, No. 22."

 Finally, Nangong Zhandao stood up slowly. His afterimage remained in place, and he had already boarded the fighting platform.

 Everyone's spirits were lifted.

 Number one on the Hidden Dragon List!

 Finally it was Nangong Zandao's turn to take action.

 "Senior brother, you are polite."

 His opponent was a disciple of his Huai Zi Sheng Sect. He was wearing a special golden suit, was in the middle stage of the Saint Realm, and had a sinister and strange aura. He was obviously a master of magic.

 This man was polite and polite, but Nangong Zandao looked indifferent, as if he was unwilling to waste any words on him.

 "Junior Brother Jin, be careful."

 Li Xieyun frowned slightly and warned.

 "I know it."

 The man named Jin smiled.

 "Everyone, why don't we make a bet on how many tricks Nangong Zhandao can win in this round of competition?" Xuan Yu, the third prince of the Holy Ancestor Dynasty, looked around and chuckled.

 "Two moves."

 Qi Wuhen said.

 "Two moves are too many, I guess it's one move." The veiled woman from the Miaofa Sect looked lazy and spoke lightly.

 "I think so too."

 Bu Linglong said calmly: "With my cultivation, if I want to kill this junior brother, I can only take one move at most. If Nangong Zhandao can win with two moves, it will be too disappointing to our expectations."

 "Yes. That makes sense."

 The top geniuses from Notre Dame Palace and Xiaoxitian Temple all agreed.

 "Everyone, if you discuss this matter in front of me, you are not taking me seriously." Li Xieyun's expression was gloomy, and he could not hide his anger.

 "Brother Li, don't be angry. We are just discussing. We definitely have no intention of insulting his transformation into the Zizai Sect." The third prince Xuan Yu smiled faintly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

 The Holy Ancestor Dynasty rules one side, but his strength is not inferior to that of the Holy Ancestor, and he is not afraid of Li Xieyun.

 "Hmph!"

 Li Xieyun snorted coldly. Although he felt that Junior Brother Jin could not block Nangong Zhandao's move, everyone's discussion still allowed him to break through the defense.

 "Begin."

 Yang Xuanzhan said in a serious voice, with deep expectations in his eyes.

 "Senior Brother, I heard that your sword skills are superb and have unpredictable abilities. I would like to learn from you. Please draw your sword, Senior Brother." Junior Brother Jin stared at Nangong Zhan with glaring eyes, extremely cautious.

 "You are not qualified."

 Nangong Zandao shook his head.

 "..."

 Junior Brother Jin was ashamed and angry. No matter what, he was well-known within the sect and was a genius who could only be seen once in a century. In the eyes of Nangong Zhandao, he was not worthy of him drawing his sword?

 "Senior brother is too arrogant."

 "As expected of the young master's favorite opponent, even crazier than the young master." Qi Wuhen laughed.

 "He has capital."

 Meng Feixian glanced sideways at Qi Wuhen, "You can't do it."

 "Sister Meng, how can a man say no?"

 Qi Wuhen was unconvinced, "I am not what I used to be. I am no longer the same person as I was seven days ago. Qi Wuhen."

 "Shut up."

 Meng Feixian had a headache.

 boom!

 On the battlefield, Junior Brother Jin activated his magic power and took a golden sword. His aura instantly became extremely fierce, as if a magic sword was unsheathed.

 "Nangong Zhan said, I also practice swordsmanship. I think it's rare for me to find an opponent among my peers. Let me see how big the gap is between your swordsmanship and mine?"

 Clang!

 Junior Brother Jin summoned his magic power and slashed at Nangong Zhandao.

 In an instant, sword energy erupted between heaven and earth, endless, flooding the place where Nangong Zhandao stood.

 His magical sword skills are famous for their weirdness and speed. They combine the three laws of space, darkness, and destruction. They are elusive and unpredictable.

 With this slash, even practitioners of the same realm will be killed by him.

 "He does have some abilities, but it's a pity that he met Nangong Zhandao."

 The third prince Xuan Yu said indifferently.

 Keng!

 The sky was full of sword energy, and Nangong Zhandao was swallowed up by the sword light. He remained motionless, allowing the sword energy and sword light to enter his body, but not a hair on his body was hurt.

 After a few breaths, the sword light dissipated, and Nangong Zhandao appeared in everyone's eyes unscathed.

 "How is this possible?"

 Junior Brother Jin's pupils shrank suddenly. He used 70% of his strength with this strike, but Nangong Zhandao did not use a trace of magic power from beginning to end, making a judgment.

 "Okay."

 Xuan Yu cheered.

 Nangong Zhandao's power made everyone feel the pressure.

 However, Xuan Yu didn't have any fear, but his fighting spirit was high.

 If he can fight Nangong Zhandao, this trip will not be in vain.

 "Fancy."

 Nangong Zhandao said indifferently.

 "Nangong Zhandao, I don't believe you don't draw your sword!" Junior Brother Jin was also angered. He used Xuan Gong, and nine Taoist palaces appeared, with nine different laws brewing in them.

 A huge soul entered the Tao Palace, and Junior Brother Jin's power completely exploded.

 boom!

 The Yuan Shen held the sword, and the nine laws were integrated into one. He let out a long roar, and the divine patterns filled the sky and circled the void. The golden sword swept across thousands of feet, causing wind and thunder to shake and the space to collapse.

 Boom!

 The dazzling golden light condensed on the magic sword, and it slashed towards Nangong Zhandao.

 Sonorous!

 This sword slashed out, and the power of law bombarded Nangong Zhandao's body. He remained motionless, as if he was invulnerable to all means.

 The golden sword slashed down. Nangong Zhandao pinched the golden sword lightly with two fingers, breaking all the offensive attacks of Junior Brother Jin.

 Junior Brother Jin was numb.

 His swordsmanship and talent that he was proud of were completely insignificant in front of Nangong Zhandao.

 His Taoist heart was broken.

 "Junior Brother Jin, quickly admit defeat."

 Li Xieyun shouted.

 The battle is not over yet. If Junior Brother Jin does not admit defeat, Nangong Zhandao can kill him.

 Nangong Zandao glanced at him from a distance, his eyes indifferent.

 "I lost."

 Junior Brother Jin collapsed on the ground with a dejected expression.

 A complete failure.

 When Nangong Zhandao heard this, he let go of his fingers and the golden knife fell to the ground. Without saying anything, he slowly walked off the fighting platform.

 Everyone was stunned.

 The moods of Xuan Yu, Qi Wuhen, Meng Feixian and others could not calm down for a long time.

 They guessed that Nangong Zhandao would need at least one move to win the competition.

 However, from the moment Nangong Zhandao came on stage to when he won, Nangong Zhandao won the competition without making any moves at all.

 How does this count?

 "This guy's level of terror is far beyond my expectation."

 Xuan Yu also felt a trace of fear in his heart, but more of a fighting spirit.

 "I don't know, am I qualified to let him draw the sword?"

 Ao Lie murmured.