Martial Godly Emperor

According to the rules of the sect's competition, each person could accept three challenges in a row if they did not expend much Yuan energy after each battle. After three challenges, if there were any more challengers, he could reject them or continue accepting challenges.    

Those with low Cultivation Level could challenge those with high Cultivation Level, but those with high Cultivation Level could not challenge those with low Cultivation Level.    

This meant that Meng Yu, who was an inner circle disciple, could challenge all inner circle disciples and core disciples, but he couldn't challenge any outer circle disciples or outer circle disciples. Of course, those outer circle disciples and outer circle disciples could challenge him.    

Meng Yu went up the stage to challenge, but he had forgotten that his Contribution Points had been consumed by him a few days ago. If he was found out, he would be punished.    

When the big-headed senior disciple Murong saw Meng Yu challenge him, he was stunned for a moment, then he was eager to give it a try. He drew out a large blade and swung it at Meng Yu.    

This senior disciple Mu Rong and Meng Yu were both at the eighth level of the Body-refining Stage Cultivation Level. The reason Meng Yu called him senior disciple was because Meng Yu had entered the inner circle before him.    

After ten or so attacks, Meng Yu seized the opportunity and kicked away senior disciple Mu Rong's blade, then he placed his sword on his opponent's neck.    

"Thank you for letting me win."    

Meng Yu said and moved his sword away.    

This kind of sparring between fellow disciples was always done at the tip of the iceberg. The sect had ordered that no one was allowed to hurt anyone.    

Senior disciple Murong shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could only give the fifty Contribution Points on his cultivation token to Meng Yu and walk down the stage.    

It was so easy to obtain fifty Contribution Points. This made Meng Yu very excited.    

If he won a few more rounds here, he would be able to obtain a lot of Contribution Points. That way, he would be able to go to the Elemental Qi Tower with rich origin energy to cultivate.    

Meng Yu was still very confident in his own abilities.    

At this moment, many of the inner sect disciples below the stage were filled with Contribution Points in Meng Yu's eyes!    

The young man cupped his fists and said shyly, "Senior brothers and sisters, I am Meng Yu, and I would like to spar with you all."    

"This Meng Yu is very powerful, he has defeated one of the top ten inner circle disciples, senior brother Li Zheng."    

"That was in Elemental Qi Tower, and he even made senior disciple Li Zheng kneel down and beg for mercy. That battle also pushed Meng Yu into the top ten inner circle disciples."    

"How can we fight like this?"    

...    

Meng Yu stood there for a while. He saw that the other disciples were just discussing among themselves, but no one came up to the stage.    

He was a little regretful. When he fought senior disciple Murong just now, he should have fought him for another fifty or sixty moves before he could defeat him. It was all his fault for being impatient.    

But if he fought for too long, he would get tired.    

Meng Yu stood there gloomily for a while. He thought that his fellow disciples were afraid of him and wouldn't dare to challenge him again. But at this moment, a yellow robe floated past, and a female inner circle disciple with slender hands jumped up.    

This female disciple with slender hands had an ordinary appearance, but she looked like a cute little bird. At this moment, she was looking at Meng Yu with sparkling eyes.    

She used a black soft silk chain to wrap her hands around her hands. In comparison, her hands seemed even longer and thinner.    

"Hello, Junior Sister Li Fei. Please show mercy."    

Meng Yu cupped his hands towards Li Fei and said.    

The other party returned the salute and said with a sweet voice, "Senior Brother Meng Yu, although you're very formidable, I don't believe I'll lose to you! I won't be merciful! "    

Seeing this junior sister so confident, knowing that she might not be a match for him, she still wanted to go on stage. This made Meng Yu somewhat admire her. He said faintly, "Make your move."    

The two of them soon started fighting.    

This time, Meng Yu had learned his lesson. He did not defeat his opponent in just ten rounds like the last time.    

After more than forty rounds, Meng Yu still managed to defeat his junior sister by giving her a lot of flaws.    

"Hehehehe..."    

Li Fei, who was lying on the ground, twisted her delicate body to get up, and used her pair of fair and slender hands to pat the dirt on her begging buttocks. She giggled sweetly. "I didn't expect that I would actually be able to support myself for so long from Meng Yu, one of the top ten inner court disciples. My cultivation has improved these days. It's enough to be proud of. "    

When Meng Yu heard this, he couldn't help but be speechless.    

Immediately after that, another five or six disciples from the same sect came up to challenge him. Meng Yu lasted for about fifty moves, then he defeated all of them one by one.    

"Haha... I didn't expect that I would be able to cultivate in the Elemental Qi Tower for some time after winning three hundred and fifty Contribution Points in a short period of time... My god... "    

Meng Yu's eyes lit up.    

At this moment, he realized that the fellow disciples who had sent him the Contribution Points were so cute.    

They were so cute that he wanted to rush forward and hug them. They kissed one by one.    

Meng Yu knelt on the half-kneeling platform.    

His clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood. His breathing was weak.    

It seemed like he didn't have much strength left.    

The people below the stage looked at Meng Yu. They even felt that he was about to die!    

"Fellow disciples," Meng Yu breathed heavily, "Junior Brother, I was practicing a cultivation technique called Great Potential Technique a day ago. It was a cultivation technique that allowed me to fight on the brink of death. Only by forcing someone to a dead end would I be able to achieve a breakthrough. "    

"I want to achieve a breakthrough. I'm almost at my limit right now. I beg fellow disciples to come and help me. If anyone knocks me down, I'm willing to give you this Blue Snake Sword!"    

Meng Yu's words were very sincere, and his shy face was covered with dust and sunlight.    

What 'Great Potential Technique'? That was just Meng Yu's random nonsense.    

The people below the stage were silent for a while. A red-clothed young man jumped up.    

"Junior Brother Meng Yu, please give me some pointers. I'm here for the sword in your hand."    

The red-clothed youth admitted frankly and cupped his fists.    

The battle began again.    

After forty moves, the red-clothed youth once again saw Meng Yu's opening. His sword quickly stabbed forward.    

The sickly youth looked like he was about to be stabbed to the ground.    

However, when the powerless hand that was holding the sword reached out, for some reason, the youth's sword touched the back of the red-clothed youth's right hand.    

The red-clothed youth's sword fell to the ground.    

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother. I feel like I'm about to break through."    

The youth held onto the Blue Snake Sword and slowly stood up.    

At this moment, he was so weak that he seemed as if he would die at any moment!    

"I'm about to die, who else will come?"    

Meng Yu said, looking at everyone with a low gaze. He seemed to be unable to stand stably.    

Among the fellow disciples, some of them had strange expressions on their faces. They looked at Meng Yu with disdain.    

There were also some who had fiery expressions on their faces when they saw the Blue Snake Sword. However, their Cultivation Level was too low. They knew that even if Meng Yu was so weak, they were still no match for him.    

Still, no one came forward.    

They stood there for some time.    

Meng Yu could not help but shake his head. He smiled bitterly in his heart, Is it because I don't look like them, or is there something wrong with their brains? It seems that I should lie on the ground next time and pretend to be angry. Perhaps this is how I should act. "    

He staggered and slowly walked down the stage.    

When he reached the stairs, a bright voice said, "Meng Yu, what's wrong? Are you leaving just like that? Do you dare accept my challenge?"    

Meng Yu stood still.    

After three to four breaths, he saw a purple shadow flying towards him.    

This person was very tall, and he held a large saber in his hand, looking very mighty.    

Seeing this person, the eyes of all the disciples lit up.    

"It's senior disciple 'Frenzied Sword', Lou Quan. He is the second strongest inner circle disciple! What he is best at is blade techniques! I didn't expect him to challenge Meng Yu as well. "    

"Meng Yu's injuries are so severe that he's no match for Senior Lou."    

" Why do I have a feeling that Meng Yu's injuries are not a hindrance? "    

"Senior Brother Lou Quan represented the sect and competed with the disciples of other sects the year before. He was ranked before, and his blade technique was also taught by the Second Elder. Meng Yu is no match for him."    

Lou Quan looked at Meng Yu indifferently. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes. He said, "Meng Yu, do you remember those people you killed?"