Douluo: The blue phoenix cries loudly, and the wind whistles through the air

Joining one of the three existing sects means no one will care about the Min clan.

Their situation is not much different from when they were in the Haotian Sect.

However, if you join a newly established sect and help it become one of the top three sects, the situation will be different.

As elders of the sect, the Min clan enjoys greater influence within the sect, and the stronger the sect, the greater the rewards they receive.

When Baihe first met Wu Qi, it was especially important to understand his abilities.

Since he intended to join the Juyi Sect, how could he not have some ambition?
"Young friend Wu, I am open to your proposal."

"I've heard you also possess a flying-type martial soul, and your strength is considerable. How about this: let's have a spar. If you can defeat me, my Min clan will join the Juyi Sect. What do you say?"

Niu Gao quickly advised, "Old White Bird, I think there's no need for a sparring match. There's no suspense at all."

He had witnessed Wu Qi's strength firsthand.

Both are Soul Douluo, but Wu Qi has a terrifying Soul Ring configuration. How could Bai He be his match?

But Baihe didn't understand the meaning behind his words. He thought he was worried that Baihe was bullying him, so he immediately added, "The sparring I'm talking about is not sparring in the traditional sense."

"How about this, we'll each rely on our speed, and whoever's hand touches the other's body first wins the sparring match, shall we?"

Wu became interested.

The Azure Phoenix Martial Soul itself is quite fast, and since both of them are Soul Douluo, he has no reason not to test the speed of the White Crane, a pure agility-type Soul Master.

"If I win, Senior is willing to join the Juyi Sect. But what if I lose, Senior?"

Bai He pondered for a moment and said, "This time, I was the one bullying the weak. If you lose, you will not have to pay any price. But if you want to win over my Min clan, you will have to carefully consider the new conditions."

Wu Qi nodded with a smile, "It's a deal. However, I won't use my bloodline pressure, so as not to make the sparring match lose its suspense."

The white crane could not deny this point.

A superior martial soul exerts a strong bloodline suppression on a lower-level martial soul. If the soul pressure is released with full force, even if there is a difference of one level, the one with the weaker bloodline will still be powerless to fight back.

The two sides chose to fight in an open area within the Imperial Clan's territory.

To avoid accidentally injuring others, Niu Gao deliberately cleared the area.

Wu Qi and Bai He stood facing each other, with Bai He revealing his martial spirit and spirit rings first.

Niu Gao stood aside with a smile and said, "In a battle of speed, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant, so I will act as the referee."

Neither side objected to this.

With the sparring session about to begin, and seeing that Wu Qi remained unmoved, Bai He couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to activate your martial spirit?"

Wu Qi laughed and said, "If I lost the sparring match because I underestimated my opponent, I won't renege on the debt."

Niu Gao then said, "In that case, both sides should prepare themselves."

"Game start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white crane's figure turned into a blur and disappeared from the spot.

In contrast, Wu Qi did not make any move.

Bai Chenxiang, who was watching the match, frowned and said, "Grandpa's speed is unmatched even by a Title Douluo. With such carelessness, it seems that this match is already decided."

With his arms crossed, Qian Gu Chang Kong said nonchalantly, "Then let's wait and see."

On the temporary stage.

Even in high-speed mode, the white crane can still keep abreast of the situation on the field.

He knew that Wu Qi's standing still was not a sign of weakness or surrender, but rather a way of waiting for him to take the bait.

However, continuing this stalemate would be pointless for both sides.

So he took the initiative to step forward, intending to test Wu Qi's abilities. In the next instant, he appeared before Wu Qi at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Just as his palm was about to touch the other's body, a blood-red 100,000-year-old soul ring appeared beneath Wu Qi's feet.

As the hand descended, the white crane felt no grasping sensation; it even passed directly through Wu Qi's body.

"What kind of soul skill is this?"

Before he could figure it out, Wu Qi's hands materialized and reached out to touch his body.

"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"

The Swift's true form as a martial soul is different from other beast martial souls. After transforming into its true form, its speed undergoes a qualitative change, and its size is greatly reduced, allowing it to easily traverse the battlefield.

Wu Qi's palm ultimately failed to touch the white crane, which seized the opportunity and quickly broke free.

Feng Xiaotian, standing below the arena, said in a deep voice, "It's the movement of air."

No matter how fast the white crane is, it is not teleporting. At the moment of acceleration, a brief vacuum will be formed in the surrounding area, causing violent airflow.

Wu Qi is a wind-attribute soul master, so it's not surprising that he can sense changes in airflow. But to be able to react in such a short time means his perception must be at a terrifying level.

Feng Xiaotian knew that if it were him, there was absolutely no way he could keep up with Bai He's speed.

Qian Gu Chang Kong said smugly, "Brother Wu's sixth soul skill is Void. Unless it's a suppressive soul skill, no one can touch his body."

The conversation below the arena was caught by the white crane.

If he wasn't mistaken, Wu Qi's Void Soul Skill should have originated from a 100,000-year Soul Ring.

"As expected of a 100,000-year-old soul skill, it has such an effect; it is truly domineering."

But don't forget, a 100,000-year soul skill consumes a lot of the user's soul power, and he doesn't think Wu Qi can use it without limit.

If the effort continues, the latter will eventually exhaust their soul power and lose the sparring match.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Swallows in Flight!"

The white crane's figure transformed into countless afterimages, almost completely surrounding the arena.

His true identity is hidden within, making him difficult to fathom.

Feng Xiaotian suddenly smiled, "If it were me, I would indeed be confused, but the captain's precise control over the airflow means that these inferior clone techniques cannot affect him."

The clones that the white crane conjured were ultimately just illusions.

It's important to understand that a phantom has no physical form, and the airflow it generates when moving at high speed is minimal, unlike the real body.

Wu Qi remained calm and composed, and at this moment he finally revealed his martial soul and soul ring configuration.

The configuration of five black, two red, and one cyan gold is absolutely unique across the entire continent.

Seeing this, Baihe was satisfied with his strength. With such a powerful leader, the Min clan had a promising future.

After all, to be able to obtain a 100,000-year spirit ring at the sixth spirit ring stage requires courage and wisdom that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

How could someone like that not be able to manage a sect?

However, the competition is not over yet, so there is no reason to admit defeat immediately.

Even if he wins, he will at most make some small demands after the match and then join the Juyi Sect.

"Blue Silver Emperor's right leg soul bone skill, Blue Silver Domain."

A gentle surge of soul power emanated from Wu Qi's body, quickly enveloping the arena.

Marked by his spiritual power, the white crane's true form had nowhere to hide.

In the end, Wu Qi relied on his teleportation soul skill to unexpectedly grab Bai He's arm and win the sparring match. (End of Chapter)