Jia Liang was already tall and sturdy, and after his potential erupted, he became even more sturdy. The two muscular men fought back and forth on the stage, and was extremely happy, to the point that the tens of thousands of disciples below the stage were staring at him.

Only the Yun and Fang Elders had noticed the clues. Qin Tian had used some sort of method to cause the spirit energy in his body to swell limitlessly, just like a balloon.

If this continued, as long as Qin Tian's dantian was still filled with spirit energy and he did not receive any fatal injuries, he would be able to easily exhaust himself to death.

The two elders exchanged a strange look as a name simultaneously appeared in their hearts.

Divine General's Sect.

In the southern part of the Constant Country, there was an ancient country called the China, and the Heavenly Imperial Guardian Celestial Sect that was at the edge of the realm was called the Divine General's Sect.

Legend has it that after the disciples of Divine General's Sect had cultivated to perfection, they could summon their true gods to fight.

The two elders were extremely knowledgeable, so they naturally knew of the Divine General's Sect's sacred art. However, there was a slight difference with regards to one level, which meant that the Divine General's Sect's Spirit Possession was based on the "Spirit Power" of the Divine Sea of Consciousness.

To be able to support his body with just his spirit power, Qin Tian was at a much higher level.

Without waiting for the two elders to communicate, a change suddenly occurred on the stage. The two people who were initially fighting with each other, had already become more than ten concave movements after Qin Tian launched his short attacks.

Every one of them was the size of a sandbag, connecting into a lump of sand. His entire chest had been stomped down by more than an inch, and Jia Liang, whose internal organs were all damaged, could only heave out a mouthful of blood.

Just like that, the Gold Bell Iron Robe was torn apart!

Junior brother Qin Tian's technique is one notch higher, I acknowledge my defeat! We'll fight again in the future! "

Jia Liang was practicing his body horizontally, so he naturally knew the condition of his body. Waving his hands, he wanted to admit defeat.

Jia Liang also understood that leaving mountains behind, at the moment, Qin Tian was in the limelight, it was not wise to fight him head on.

However, Qin Tian did not give this opportunity to his. He smiled insidiously and said: "In the future, if you force me into a corner in the future, will you leave me with a way out? I'm afraid not, you can't wait to kill me and go to Mo Ran's side to beg for mercy! "

While speaking, Qin Tian suddenly waved both of his fists, the Qi from his Gold Bell Iron Robe was broken, not to mention resisting the cauldron strength, even the slightly stronger fists and legs would cause the internal injuries on Jia Liang's body to worsen.

The punch landed squarely on Zhang Xuan's nose, causing blood to flow profusely from the blow.

"Keep our men!"

But right at this moment, following the voice, Clan Elder Yun suddenly descended, with a flash, he shifted himself away and waved his hand, releasing a ray of rainbow coloured Qi that firmly protected Jia Liang's entire body.

Qin Tian's fist was slightly slower, as it smashed into the defensive qi barrier. Amidst the loud sounds, there were a few cracks and cracks, and the Qi barrier that Elder Yun had anxiously set up was actually cracked apart like a spider web.

After stuttering for a long time, he was unable to say a single word, and could only command a few disciples to quickly carry Jia Liang away for medical treatment.

"Hmph."

Qin Tian scoffed, wanting to pursue the matter further.

Then he thought again, I'm just a new outer disciple, if I really accidentally killed an inner sect elite, I'm afraid the punishment is merciless, before three years the life and death gamble is over the Discipline Hall.

Come to think of it, it was just a coincidence that with Qin Tian's insignificant cultivation strength, although he managed to condense a lot of spirit energy from last night's cultivation, the amount of spirit energy consumed to sustain the potential's eruption was not small. If Jia Liang could hold on for another three to five breaths of time, Qin Tian would have definitely dispersed his spirit energy and recovered to its original state.

heaved a long sigh of relief, the sturdy and inflated muscles also disappeared with his sigh of relief, and his body returned to its original emaciated state.

Following this, there was also a wave of dizziness, accompanied by intense pain from his meridians being torn apart. Caught off guard, Qin Tian blacked out as he staggered a few steps onto the stage to stabilize his body, but the dizziness did not decrease in the slightest.

In the darkness, Qin Tian felt a pair of large hands pressing down on his shoulders. Just as he was about to resist, he felt a warm feeling seeping into his body and spreading throughout his body.

As he walked through the meridians, the tearing pain immediately lessened significantly. When he arrived at his dantian, the depleted spiritual energy instantly jumped.

Qin Tian shook his head, then regained his clarity of mind. Only, his body was still feeling a little uncomfortable.

Focusing down, the person who came was Elder Fang.

"Qin Tian, you have won this match. This Spirit Nurturing Pill is yours. Take it."

With a wave of the Elder Fang's sleeve, a porcelain bottle fell into Qin Tian's hands.

A direct disciple being seriously injured and even able to give the winner's name, this Elder Fang could be considered a big deal. He wasn't willing to go back on his words in front of tens of thousands of disciples and was quite patient about it.

Until when Qin Tian was sent down the stage and welcomed by Guo Bao, there was still a lingering effect. Fortunately, Elder Fang quickly announced the end of the morning class, so Guo Bao and the Great Black Tiger quickly brought Qin Tian to the treatment center.

After consuming the medicine to calm his mind, Qin Tian only felt that he had recovered about seventy to eighty percent. Only then did he remember the secret skill to stimulate his potential, and he was extremely shocked in his heart.