Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

But overall, he was never able to achieve the seamlessness that Zhao Yutian displayed outside.

He repeatedly simulated and corrected his mistakes over and over, not knowing how much time had passed, when a sense of danger suddenly emerged in his mind.

Wen’an immediately halted the simulation, and his Lifebound Flying Sword swiftly shot out from in front of his chest!

Clang!

The three-inch Dragon-Slaying Magical Sword seemed to pierce the void, yet it directly forced Zhao Yutian’s figure to appear.

Zhao Yutian, who had retreated after a single strike, showed a trace of surprise on his face!

How did he know that I was going to attack from this direction!?

Unwilling in his heart, Zhao Yutian attempted once more.

However, his proud Body Technique Secret Skill had already been deduced almost completely by Wen’an.

He didn’t even know that, with Wen’an’s formidable Power of Divine Sense, every movement, and the next movement, was under his control.

"Forget it, it’s almost enough."

After countless simulations, Wen’an felt that this Body Technique Secret Skill was almost mastered. With some practice and simple modifications later, even if he couldn’t reach the bizarre level of Zhao Yutian, it shouldn’t be much weaker.

Having thought of this, he suddenly put away the Sword Element Shield.

Zhao Yutian, who was moving at high speed, naturally assumed that his internal Sword Element Power was exhausted and immediately launched an attack.

Crash!

A clear sound of water waves arose, and Zhao Yutian, who burst forth rapidly, suddenly found a water curtain abruptly appear in front of him!

Then, that water curtain came crashing down overwhelmingly.

Boom!

His body had taken a heavy hit from a wave and was instantly staggered.

Before he could dodge, another wave followed closely and crashed over!

Boom!

Spurt!

Zhao Yutian was caught off guard and was immediately hit by the terrifying force contained in the water curtain, causing his qi and blood to churn, and he spat out a large amount of fresh blood.

Crash!

The water wave rose again!

A slight horror appeared on Zhao Yutian’s face!

"I surrender!"

Seeing that the crest of the wave coming was obviously more menacing than the previous one, he quickly shouted in terror!

Although he was a Body Cultivator, in terms of physical defense, he was far inferior to Tong Qing.

Tong Qing could withstand ten-odd waves from the Tidal Sword Technique, even directly breaking it.

Yet after just two hits, he was already injured.

Zhao Yutian knew that if this third wave struck again, even if he survived, he would be severely injured.

It was unfortunate that Wen’an still remembered how, before their fight, the old man took advantage of his cupped fist salute to launch a sneak attack, and naturally, he wanted to teach him a lesson.

Boom!

The third wave viciously struck Zhao Yutian’s body, sending him flying dozens of feet, spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood in mid-air.

His body hit the ground heavily, and Zhao Yutian struggled several times before slowly getting up.

In his horrified eyes was a hint of venom as he glanced at Wen’an.

To this, Wen’an didn’t care, only calmly saying, "Sorry, fellow Daoist’s surrender came a bit late."

"I couldn’t stop in time."

Zhao Yutian snorted coldly and left the Immortal Martial Platform in a sorry state.

The cultivators in the surrounding stands all turned solemn upon seeing this scene.

Four ringmasters have already been defeated.

At this moment, Wen’an’s aura was noticeably weakened, but no one could guarantee that this last ringmaster could easily defeat him.

If he successfully passed the challenge, perhaps eighty percent of the cultivators present would lose everything.

And some who fortunately bet on Wen’an’s victory were visibly excited at this moment.

At odds of one to three, if Wen’an really won, they would be making a big profit.

Some had already begun imagining that once they got the Spirit Crystals, they would buy Heavenly and Earthly Treasures and Elixir Magical Artifacts to greatly enhance their strength.

The Xue Family was not too worried.

First of all, Wen’an did not choose the Primordial Spirit Fruit as a reward and instead selected two inconspicuous items from the market.

The two items were worth only five hundred Spirit Crystals, and even if he passed the challenge, five hundred Spirit Crystals were nothing to the Xue Family.

More importantly, the Primordial Spirit Fruit was still there, and they could continue using the fruit as a lure to attract other challengers.

In terms of off-the-board betting, eighty percent of the cultivators didn’t favor Wen’an. Even if the remaining twenty percent won at one to three odds, the Xue Family wouldn’t lose out.

After Zhao Yutian left in disgrace, the last ringmaster stepped onto the Immortal Martial Platform.

This person wore a black cloak and a strange mask, and if it weren’t for the graceful figure visible while walking, it would be hard to tell if they were male or female.

"Let’s begin."

The female cultivator came to the center of the Immortal Martial Platform, not bothering with even the most basic courtesy, and simply said "Let’s begin." Her body immediately emanated pure Fire Attribute Spiritual Power.

Black cloak, strange mask, Fire Attribute Spiritual Power.

The combination of these three images stirred up some unpleasant memories in Wen’an’s mind.

He wasn’t interested in wasting words with this person.

Pressing his index and middle fingers together, he lightly touched his forehead.

In the next moment, a milky white light flickered, instantly flying towards the female cultivator!

Upon seeing this, a fiery red shield suddenly appeared on the female cultivator’s body, attempting to block Wen’an’s strike.

Unfortunately, the fiery red shield couldn’t withstand the Sword Bone Magical Sword.

The female cultivator, shrouded by the cloak, instantly froze, and the Spiritual Power Shield on her body slowly dissipated.

Wen’an retracted his sword, turned around, and walked towards the edge of the Immortal Martial Platform without looking back.

"What’s up with these two?"

"Did that little guy surrender?"

"This is strange, aren’t they fighting?"