Minecraft starter table changer, join chat group

He sensed a power similar to, yet entirely different from, thunder magic. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if he could sense endless destruction and extreme self-awareness within that power.

This contradicts the traditional training methods of the Taoist sect, which makes him worried about Zhang Chulan, who has cultivated the Taoist Golden Light Mantra.

In a corner of the audience, Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, had a greedy glint in his cloudy old eyes. He stared intently at Zhang Chulan, sensing his domineering power, and a sense of greed arose within him.

Then he looked at the arena where Yang Yi had competed earlier, thinking about the methods Yang Yi had just used.

Wang Ai's lips curled into a sinister smile, and he roared inwardly, "The Qi Body Source Flow, this mysterious thunder technique, and that kid's Xingyi Fist from the beginning, will all become the Wang family's possessions!"

"I hope you two lads know what's good for you, or don't blame this old man for being unreasonable!"

At the same time, Zhang Chulan seemed to sense something and turned his head to look in Wang Ai's direction.

Wang Ai noticed his gaze and gave him a kind smile.

The Grand Ceremony of Luo Tian, ​​a grand gathering of the extraordinary world, has only just begun to reveal the monstrous storm surging beneath its surface.

Chapter 191 Sixteen into Eight

In the blink of an eye, the Luotian Grand Ritual has entered its most intense phase.

After the first day of fierce selection and the second day of the round of 16 to 8 elimination rounds, the competition finally came to the third day of the round of 8 to 4 elimination rounds.

The stands were packed, with the extraordinary individuals eagerly anticipating an even more intense showdown today.

In the second day's round of 16 elimination match, Yang Yi faced off against Jia Zhengliang.

Unlike his casual attitude in the preliminaries, Jia Zhengliang has now realized Yang Yi's strength in advance, and he walked onto the field with a solemn expression.

Before the match, Jia Zhengliang's phone suddenly rang.

"Was that from my mom?"

Jia Zhengliang glanced at the screen, then immediately pressed the mute button. He would normally answer his mother's call, but this time he dared not be careless.

This detail did not escape the notice of his brother, Jia Zhengyu, who was standing on the sidelines.

"My brother isn't even answering my mom's calls? Looks like he's really taking this seriously!"

"But that's understandable, after all, the other side... is a monster."

Jia Zhengliang stood in the center of the field, took a deep breath, and fixed his gaze on Yang Yi. He knew that even if he gave it his all and paid attention to every detail, his chances of winning were still slim.

The referee raised his hand, signaling the start of the match.

Without any probing, Jia Zhengliang went all out. With a wave of his hands, twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives flew out from his waist, spinning rapidly around him, their blades gleaming with a cold light.

"Twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives! A complete set right from the start!" A knowledgeable person in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

"This kid can actually unleash twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives?!"

"That throwing knife is incredibly powerful! The Jia family's tradition is truly legendary."

The throwing knife traced a silver arc in the air, its blade energy crisscrossing, displaying formidable power. Even the seasoned referee nodded slightly, acknowledging Jia Zhengliang's skill.

However, Yang Yi remained calm in the face of such an imposing aura.

Faced with the attack of the flying knives, he slightly raised his hand, and a golden spatial gate opened in front of him.

He then inserted his hand into the portal and pulled out a lightsaber that shimmered with colorful light—the Terra Prism.

Yang Yi drew his lightsaber, and with a gentle swing, a dazzling sword shadow trailed out. Then, with a flash of light, all the sword shadows solidified, transforming into countless lightsabers that surrounded him.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"My God, what kind of ability is this?"

"He can also use flying swords?"

"This is way more awesome than Jia Zhengliang's! This is what a flying sword should be!"

Yang Yi casually waved his hand, and twelve light swords emerged from it, meeting Jia Zhengliang's Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

Jia Zhengliang looked at the opponent's lightsaber, then at his own throwing knives, and his expression turned grim. Whether in terms of quantity, momentum, or appearance, he was completely outmatched by Yang Yi.

"Number of flying swords? Utterly defeated..."

"In terms of aesthetics, it's completely outclassed..."

"In terms of special effects, it's still a complete failure..."

The throwing knife and lightsaber collided in mid-air, the sound of metal clashing and energy bursting intertwined.

Every time Jia Zhengliang's throwing knife came into contact with the lightsaber, it would be deflected, and faint cracks would appear on its surface, while the lightsaber would remain undamaged.

Sweat beaded on Jia Zhengliang's forehead as he struggled to control the throwing knife, but the lightsaber's attacks grew increasingly fierce.

"I can't take it anymore..."

In the end, Jia Zhengliang's twelve throwing knives were knocked to the ground by the lightsaber, making a crisp sound.

Jia Zhengliang, panting heavily, knelt on one knee and looked up at Yang Yi, who remained calm and composed, surrounded by a large number of flying swords.

"I... admit defeat."

The entire hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted in enthusiastic applause and murmurs.

Jia Zhengliang walked off the stage, shaking his head with a wry smile. He had done his best, but the gap in strength was simply too great. Even if he used his best skills, it was still nothing compared to Yang Yi.

On the other side, Zhang Chulan's opponent is Feng Shayan. Although Feng Shayan's superpower has been enhanced by Yang Yi and has undergone a qualitative improvement, she is still no match for Zhang Chulan now.

Zhang Chulan was enveloped in electric current, and the violent power made Feng Shayan's heart tremble. She knew the outcome of the match was never in doubt, but she was still unwilling to admit defeat easily.

"The Feng family never admits defeat!" Feng Shayan said through gritted teeth.

Zhang Chulan smiled faintly, an electric current flowing through his body, and his body appeared in front of Feng Shayan as if by teleportation.

Feng Shayan opened her eyes wide and instantly felt a powerful sense of oppression.

She tried to use her spatial abilities to dodge, but found that the electric current on Zhang Chulan's body had formed a field, restricting the use of her abilities.

"Just admit defeat, don't get hurt," Zhang Chulan advised.

Feng Shayan bit her lip, but finally nodded.

"I concede."

On the sidelines, a complex emotion flashed in Feng Zhenghao's eyes. Although his daughter's strength was already quite impressive, she still couldn't keep up with Zhang Chulan and the others. It seemed that the connection between the Feng family and Yang Yi was unlikely to advance any further.

Meanwhile, on another field, the match between Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing had already begun.

Feng Xingtong wanted to show off his skills and compete with Wang Bing. However, just as he was ready, he saw his father, Feng Zhenghao, make a gesture to him.

"I admit defeat." Feng Zhenghao gestured to him.

Feng Xingtong was stunned, not understanding why his father wanted him to admit defeat.

He looked at the arrogantly standing Wang Bing, feeling resentful. But he still chose to respect his father's decision.

"I concede," Feng Xingtong said calmly.

Wang Bing was taken aback for a moment, then revealed a smug smile.

"Ha! The Feng family brat is nothing special!"

Feng Xingtong clenched his fists, turned and left. He didn't understand his father's intentions, but he believed his father had his own plans.

After the competition, Feng Xingtong couldn't wait to find his father.

"Father, why do I have to admit defeat? I clearly had a chance!"

Feng Zhenghao patted his son on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You'll understand in the future that now is not the time for a direct confrontation with the Wang family."

It turns out that on that day, Yang Yi not only transmitted the complete version of the Spirit Binding Technique to Feng Zhenghao's mind, but also the truth about the complicated grudges between the Wang family and the Feng family.

Although Feng Zhenghao, after learning all this, had already taught Feng Xingtong the complete version of the Spirit Binding Technique.

However, time was too short, and Feng Xingtong had not yet fully mastered it.

Feng Zhenghao had just sensed the sinister aura emanating from Wang Bing. He could tell that Feng Xingtong was probably no match for Wang Bing at this moment.

Feng Zhenghao didn't want his son to take any risks, so he decided to endure it for the time being.

"I will settle the score between the Wang family and the Feng family slowly," Feng Zhenghao said in a low voice, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

And so, the top eight of the Luo Tian Grand Tournament were officially determined. The atmosphere of the competition grew increasingly tense, and the eyes of the supernatural world were focused on these outstanding young masters.

The third day of the competition is about to begin, and the first match is the highly anticipated battle between Yang Yi and Wang Bing.

Off the field, Yang Yi and Wang Bing had already walked towards the competition area. One looked calm and composed, while the other was arrogant and conceited.

The third day of the Luo Tian Grand Ritual is about to begin.

(I'm thinking of doing a book title test recently and need to come up with a few new titles. What should I choose?)

Chapter 192 'Wise' King Bing

In the very center of the audience, Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, sat upright, his cloudy old eyes filled with rage.

It turns out that last night, he asked someone to convey a message that he wanted to "summon" Yang Yi and Zhang Chulan, the two juniors.

He had even prepared a trap, inviting Lü Ci along, intending to put pressure on those two brats.

Neither of them gave him any face, and he waited and waited but no one came.

Wang Ai, who had long held a high position, believed that the two men's actions were undoubtedly a blatant provocation against him and the authority of the Wang family.

He had already made up his mind that he would use his grandson Wang Bing to make that kid Yang Yi suffer more today.

It would be best to just scrap it.

Then I can easily pry the technique out of this kid's mouth.

At the entrance to the venue, amidst the whispers of the strangers around him, some with awe and others with curiosity, Wang strode confidently onto the competition stage.

His face still wore its usual arrogance.

But deep within those eyes, there seemed to be a barely perceptible hint of anxiety and confusion.

It was as if some invisible force was interfering with him, making his already not-so-bright mind even more sluggish and irritable.

The referee routinely read out the rules, then raised his hand to signal the start of the match.

Almost the instant the referee finished speaking, Wang Bing suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Yang Yi on the other side.