Chapter 214 Who hasn't
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Tie Zhong
Under Long Wuwei's call, a gigantic black dragon appeared behind him.
He is one with his spirit and soul, and his breath is completely integrated.
Obviously this is his natal martial soul.
This black evil dragon not only has a ferocious aura all over its body, but also the soul power fluctuations that it exudes are extremely rich and ancient. Back again and again.
This is obviously the ancient martial spirit - the one-horned ink dragon.
Although the one-horned ink dragon is not the purest dragon bloodline, it can still be regarded as a family of dragons, and it can be regarded as a well-known existence in the ancient martial arts.
However, this was not the reason why so many people were shocked. What really shocked them was that the Wuhun that Long Wuwei awakened before was clearly not this, but just a special Wuhun.
"Could it be that Long Wuwei's martial soul has evolved?"
Although the probability of Wuhun evolution is extremely low, it is not impossible.
The key is that the required conditions are too harsh and consume too many resources.
Even ordinary first-class forces can't bear it.
In fact, what everyone doesn't know is that this is the result of decades of hard work by the entire Long family, because there is nothing special in the inheritance of the Long family, and there are very few people who awaken special martial arts, let alone ancient martial arts. Soul, that's why I dreamed of cultivating an ancient martial soul.
And Long Wuwei was their chosen training target.
Long Wuwei is indeed very talented, and he has finally fulfilled the expectations of the Long family for so many years. His martial soul has evolved into a one-horned ink dragon. As long as he continues to grow, he will definitely be able to advance to the realm of Wuzong in the future, and he can also lead the Long family to a higher level. further.
"Originally, I planned to show this hole card again in the Zongmen Dabi."
"Take it out ahead of time now."
"Wei Yi, you are already worthy of pride."
Long Wuwei said coldly.
While speaking, he strode towards Wei Yi with great strides.
Under the blessing and increase of the ancient martial soul, his strength has almost changed drastically in an instant, and he is no longer the same as before.
Walking step by step, the entire arena seems to be filled with his aura.
"Roar--"
At the same time, the one-horned ink jiao, an ancient martial soul, kept roaring, roaring at Wei Yi.
The terrifying aura of soul power rolled in, like overwhelming the river. Under the impact of this terrifying momentum, Wei Yi was also forced to step back step by step.
Head up.
There was no fear or timidity in Wei Yi's eyes, but calmness as usual.
"If this is your hole card? It's so disappointing."
Wei Yi stood firm and spoke slowly.
"What do you mean by that?"
Long Wuwei's face changed slightly, and then he sneered and mocked,
"I'm afraid you don't know the difference between an ancient martial spirit and an ordinary martial spirit."
"My martial soul has evolved into a one-horned ink dragon, you are no longer my opponent!"
The pride on Long Wuwei's face was very obvious.
Although the Overlord Sect's disciples are all selected from countless young heroes.
The core disciples can be called one in a million.
But even among so many core disciples, there are very few awakened ancient martial souls, and only the top few people meet this condition.
He usually suffers from this aspect, but now he has made up for this shortcoming. He doesn't believe that Wei Yi can still compete with him.
"Just relying on your strange fire? Or sword skills?"
"You can't compete with me!"
Long Wuwei swears, he has absolute confidence in his martial soul.
Hearing his words, everyone in the audience was also silent.
There are thousands of inner disciples of the Overlord Sect, but among these thousands, less than ten have awakened the ancient martial soul.
Moreover, these thousands of inner sect disciples were selected layer by layer by selecting one out of a hundred or even one out of a thousand. Counting such a huge base, it can be seen that the ancient martial spirits are rare.
It is precisely because of this that they are well aware of the power of the ancient martial spirit.
This is like a natural talent, some people are geniuses, some people are idiots, there is no way to compare them.
"Actually, Wei Yi's strength is quite strong, but it's a pity that he met Long Wuwei."
"Yeah, who knew that Long Wuwei's martial soul would evolve into an ancient martial soul, the one-horned ink dragon, as far as I know, the ancient martial soul can also be ranked in the middle level."
"The difference between the ancient martial soul and the ordinary martial soul is too great. Alas, I thought Wei Yi could win, but it's a pity that he almost could counterattack."
The audience around the stage continued to discuss.
Many people feel a little regretful.
From the beginning to now, Wei Yi's performance has been very good. They thought that Wei Yi had a chance to beat Long Wuwei.
But now it seems that it is still a bit worse after all.
"Are you really going to lose?"
Li Miaofu couldn't help biting her lip.
Involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand, ready to move, secretly reckoning that it would take a few sword strikes with all his strength to break through the formation restriction of the platform of life and death.
She couldn't just watch Wei Yi die in front of her. If Wei Yi really lost, even if he was punished by the family rules, she would save Wei Yi.
It's not that she has no confidence in Wei Yi, but that she awakened the ancient martial spirit, so she was favored by the sect and focused on training her. It was because of her personal experience that she knew the power of the ancient martial spirit. Ordinary spirits are really hard to resist.
"Elder Yan, you don't seem to be in a hurry at all?"
Elder Qiu frowned slightly.
Looking at Yan Dongyuan who was calm as usual beside him, he asked with some doubts.
According to his thinking, how could Yan Dongyuan be so calm at this time?
Don't you worry that your apprentice will die at the hands of Long Wuwei?
"Hehe, what's the use of worrying, can I still go up and compete for him?"
Yan Dongyuan replied lightly.
Even though he said that, Elder Qiu still instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he looked carefully at Yan Dongyuan, and then at Wei Yi who was also on the ring with the same expression as usual.
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, thinking of a possibility, he couldn't help but widen his eyes for an instant.
"impossible……"
Elder Yan glanced at him with a half-smile,
There was a faint smug look in the old eyes.
"Are you not afraid at all?"
Looking at Wei Yi's unchanging expression on the ring, Long Wuwei felt quite unhappy in his heart.
In his mind, Wei Yi should be trembling with fear when facing a desperate situation.
It's best to kneel on the ground and beg him bitterly, so that the gap between the two can be reflected, and the face he lost before can be restored.
"If you beg me, for the sake of my fellow disciples, I might spare your life." Long Wuwei looked at Wei Yi and said inducingly.
"I'm afraid I've disappointed you."
"I'm really not afraid at all."
"It's just an ancient martial soul, who doesn't have it?"
Wei Yi smiled lightly.
Then he tore apart the space and instantly summoned his martial spirit.
"boom--"
There was a deafening and frenzied explosion, and the formation restriction covering the sky above the ring trembled violently, as if it was on the verge of falling, and a few black cracks filled the air. Although it was repaired again in an instant, it still made countless people stare wide-eyed.
Horror aura emerged crazily.
A wave of soul power that was much more terrifying than before immediately spread wildly in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, two huge heads appeared behind Wei Yi.
Two pairs of dark and cold eyes fixed on Long Wuwei not far from Wei Yi...
He is one with his spirit and soul, and his breath is completely integrated.
Obviously this is his natal martial soul.
This black evil dragon not only has a ferocious aura all over its body, but also the soul power fluctuations that it exudes are extremely rich and ancient. Back again and again.
This is obviously the ancient martial spirit - the one-horned ink dragon.
Although the one-horned ink dragon is not the purest dragon bloodline, it can still be regarded as a family of dragons, and it can be regarded as a well-known existence in the ancient martial arts.
However, this was not the reason why so many people were shocked. What really shocked them was that the Wuhun that Long Wuwei awakened before was clearly not this, but just a special Wuhun.
"Could it be that Long Wuwei's martial soul has evolved?"
Although the probability of Wuhun evolution is extremely low, it is not impossible.
The key is that the required conditions are too harsh and consume too many resources.
Even ordinary first-class forces can't bear it.
In fact, what everyone doesn't know is that this is the result of decades of hard work by the entire Long family, because there is nothing special in the inheritance of the Long family, and there are very few people who awaken special martial arts, let alone ancient martial arts. Soul, that's why I dreamed of cultivating an ancient martial soul.
And Long Wuwei was their chosen training target.
Long Wuwei is indeed very talented, and he has finally fulfilled the expectations of the Long family for so many years. His martial soul has evolved into a one-horned ink dragon. As long as he continues to grow, he will definitely be able to advance to the realm of Wuzong in the future, and he can also lead the Long family to a higher level. further.
"Originally, I planned to show this hole card again in the Zongmen Dabi."
"Take it out ahead of time now."
"Wei Yi, you are already worthy of pride."
Long Wuwei said coldly.
While speaking, he strode towards Wei Yi with great strides.
Under the blessing and increase of the ancient martial soul, his strength has almost changed drastically in an instant, and he is no longer the same as before.
Walking step by step, the entire arena seems to be filled with his aura.
"Roar--"
At the same time, the one-horned ink jiao, an ancient martial soul, kept roaring, roaring at Wei Yi.
The terrifying aura of soul power rolled in, like overwhelming the river. Under the impact of this terrifying momentum, Wei Yi was also forced to step back step by step.
Head up.
There was no fear or timidity in Wei Yi's eyes, but calmness as usual.
"If this is your hole card? It's so disappointing."
Wei Yi stood firm and spoke slowly.
"What do you mean by that?"
Long Wuwei's face changed slightly, and then he sneered and mocked,
"I'm afraid you don't know the difference between an ancient martial spirit and an ordinary martial spirit."
"My martial soul has evolved into a one-horned ink dragon, you are no longer my opponent!"
The pride on Long Wuwei's face was very obvious.
Although the Overlord Sect's disciples are all selected from countless young heroes.
The core disciples can be called one in a million.
But even among so many core disciples, there are very few awakened ancient martial souls, and only the top few people meet this condition.
He usually suffers from this aspect, but now he has made up for this shortcoming. He doesn't believe that Wei Yi can still compete with him.
"Just relying on your strange fire? Or sword skills?"
"You can't compete with me!"
Long Wuwei swears, he has absolute confidence in his martial soul.
Hearing his words, everyone in the audience was also silent.
There are thousands of inner disciples of the Overlord Sect, but among these thousands, less than ten have awakened the ancient martial soul.
Moreover, these thousands of inner sect disciples were selected layer by layer by selecting one out of a hundred or even one out of a thousand. Counting such a huge base, it can be seen that the ancient martial spirits are rare.
It is precisely because of this that they are well aware of the power of the ancient martial spirit.
This is like a natural talent, some people are geniuses, some people are idiots, there is no way to compare them.
"Actually, Wei Yi's strength is quite strong, but it's a pity that he met Long Wuwei."
"Yeah, who knew that Long Wuwei's martial soul would evolve into an ancient martial soul, the one-horned ink dragon, as far as I know, the ancient martial soul can also be ranked in the middle level."
"The difference between the ancient martial soul and the ordinary martial soul is too great. Alas, I thought Wei Yi could win, but it's a pity that he almost could counterattack."
The audience around the stage continued to discuss.
Many people feel a little regretful.
From the beginning to now, Wei Yi's performance has been very good. They thought that Wei Yi had a chance to beat Long Wuwei.
But now it seems that it is still a bit worse after all.
"Are you really going to lose?"
Li Miaofu couldn't help biting her lip.
Involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand, ready to move, secretly reckoning that it would take a few sword strikes with all his strength to break through the formation restriction of the platform of life and death.
She couldn't just watch Wei Yi die in front of her. If Wei Yi really lost, even if he was punished by the family rules, she would save Wei Yi.
It's not that she has no confidence in Wei Yi, but that she awakened the ancient martial spirit, so she was favored by the sect and focused on training her. It was because of her personal experience that she knew the power of the ancient martial spirit. Ordinary spirits are really hard to resist.
"Elder Yan, you don't seem to be in a hurry at all?"
Elder Qiu frowned slightly.
Looking at Yan Dongyuan who was calm as usual beside him, he asked with some doubts.
According to his thinking, how could Yan Dongyuan be so calm at this time?
Don't you worry that your apprentice will die at the hands of Long Wuwei?
"Hehe, what's the use of worrying, can I still go up and compete for him?"
Yan Dongyuan replied lightly.
Even though he said that, Elder Qiu still instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he looked carefully at Yan Dongyuan, and then at Wei Yi who was also on the ring with the same expression as usual.
A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, thinking of a possibility, he couldn't help but widen his eyes for an instant.
"impossible……"
Elder Yan glanced at him with a half-smile,
There was a faint smug look in the old eyes.
"Are you not afraid at all?"
Looking at Wei Yi's unchanging expression on the ring, Long Wuwei felt quite unhappy in his heart.
In his mind, Wei Yi should be trembling with fear when facing a desperate situation.
It's best to kneel on the ground and beg him bitterly, so that the gap between the two can be reflected, and the face he lost before can be restored.
"If you beg me, for the sake of my fellow disciples, I might spare your life." Long Wuwei looked at Wei Yi and said inducingly.
"I'm afraid I've disappointed you."
"I'm really not afraid at all."
"It's just an ancient martial soul, who doesn't have it?"
Wei Yi smiled lightly.
Then he tore apart the space and instantly summoned his martial spirit.
"boom--"
There was a deafening and frenzied explosion, and the formation restriction covering the sky above the ring trembled violently, as if it was on the verge of falling, and a few black cracks filled the air. Although it was repaired again in an instant, it still made countless people stare wide-eyed.
Horror aura emerged crazily.
A wave of soul power that was much more terrifying than before immediately spread wildly in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, two huge heads appeared behind Wei Yi.
Two pairs of dark and cold eyes fixed on Long Wuwei not far from Wei Yi...
