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There was no sound. Qiu Ming's palm had only hit a shadow. The real Mo Wen had disappeared. When Qiu Ming noticed this, he immediately put his palms up to his chest and took a defensive stance. Just as he was about to look around for Mo Wen, Mo Wen suddenly appeared in front of him again. He was still in the same position as before. Qiu Ming started to doubt whether he was really old. He blinked his eyes hard, but there wasn't any change.

The person in question couldn't understand what had just happened. To most of the disciples watching, what had just happened could only be described as eerie. The Great Elder struck out with his palm, but the person's clothes did not even move. Could it be that the Great Elder was punching him? However, the other side was not giving him face at all. With the appearance of the First Elder as the Five Chieftains, why did you get eight horses or something like that …

Just when some of the disciples were pretending not to understand, Qiu Ming once again shot out his palm, secretly using all of his strength. Powerful Dark Nether Qi swirled rapidly around his arm, and the rebound force from it caused his hair and clothes to float behind his back.

This time, he didn't leave. There was no point in hiding anymore. When the opponent was halfway through, he moved forward instead of retreating. He moved at an extremely fast speed and slapped Great Elder Qiu Ming in the face.

The Head Elder did not know what had happened. The person in front of him had not moved, yet he did not know why he had to endure it. He could only withdraw his palm halfway and return it to his chest.

The second exchange ended in a similar way, and the unreliable thoughts of the spectating disciples once again surfaced … Last time, she didn't pay any attention to you and this time, she didn't even change her name. Look, it's not like she's paying any attention to you, she's really embarrassed now. What did he mean by his face turning red and his head turning crooked? I can still not admit defeat …]

Bai Wanjin's eyes were still slightly closed. People who were confident in their own abilities were the calmest. Wan-Er saw the situation clearly and she couldn't help laughing. Bullshit Great Elder, you don't even recognize the Illusory Steps of I, Senior Brother Mo Wen, do you know how to study at home every day? Old thing, let's see how my senior will toy with you until you die … When he thought of this, he stole a glance at Ye Hidden Light and wanted to reach out to pull him. Bai Wanjin's arm that was halfway to his ear stopped in mid-air.

The two sides each had their own thoughts. Qiu Ming also saw the crux of the matter. The younger generation mainly relied on their amazing speed. The closer they got, the more difficult it was for them to win. As he thought about this, he pointed out and said: "Do you dare to fight me head on? Although your Thousand Gold Association's disciples have learned a lot and it's difficult to belong to one of them, you shouldn't only know how to attract attention, right? People in my form admire seeing the true meaning of every move, turning corruption into magic. Let's see you draw your blade with your waist, do you dare to fight? "

Qiu Ming's words sounded like he wanted to fight, but in the eyes of experts, he wanted to fight. Both sides fought with all their might. Who said that their speed was so fast that the opponent couldn't see clearly? Even if they were trying to win the favor of the masses, the dao of pure form had long been wasted in the vicissitudes of history.

Mo Wen didn't retort. He slowly took out the knife at his waist, but stopped halfway. When Qiu Ming saw the other party draw his saber, the worry in his heart momentarily subsided. He thought to himself, After all, he's still young and can't withstand the stimulation. However, when he saw that the other party had only pulled out half of it, the boulder in his heart jumped up again. What do you mean? He had never seen a person drop a sword when he drew it halfway through the ages. Was there even a need for negotiation?

Just as Qiu Ming was puzzled, Mo Wen finally opened his mouth.

"That's enough. You don't have the right to see the rest."

"What?" I don't have the qualifications! "Then who is qualified?"

"You don't have the right to know?"

After a few exchanges, the whole stadium became extremely quiet. Qiu Ming was thinking about this logical relationship, while Mo Wen still had that stupefied look on his face …

"You truly infuriate me. Today, I will definitely kill you with my palm."

After thinking it through, Qiu Ming roared and the battle began again. He took a step into the air with his palms, and the black and grey Profound Nether Qi swirled around his body five meters away.

This was the form domain that Fang Rongtian had mentioned before. The stronger one could be, the greater the scope of the form domain. Within this range, even those from the Idealism Sect or World Gate who were slightly stronger would not dare to venture further. Outside it is a bridge between defense and offense, inside it is a medium of weakening and ascension. Form Domain was the symbol of a cultivation method reaching a high level. However, it also had a weakness and required a certain amount of time to activate. Furthermore, maintaining it during the battle would consume a tremendous amount of energy. After all, it was different from the qi from the outside world. Or else, before he could do anything, he would be killed by the boundless qi of the outside world.

The reason why Qiu Ming activated the form domain was not only because he humiliated himself a few times, but also because he felt pressured by the other side. If he didn't bring out his trump card when they were evenly matched, he would be prepared to embarrass himself once again.

Great Elder Qiu Ming unleashed several palm strikes in quick succession. The shadow of his palm gradually grew larger, appearing and disappearing amidst the alternating gray and black shapes. With the advantage of being in a higher position, Qiu Ming dove down towards Mo Wen, who was still standing there without moving.

With a loud "boom", dust and gravel from where Mo Wen stood sprayed out in all directions like a wave hitting a reef. Amongst the spectators on both sides, some of the weaker cultivators were knocked to the ground by the Qi Wave. Most of them could not see what had happened, and they could not even begin to guess who was stronger. At this moment, a figure shot out from the billowing smoke and dust like an arrow that had been released from a bow. His body seemed to have lost its skeleton support as he fell to the ground with a loud thump. Fang Rongtian's spectators all sucked in a cold breath.

"Who is this?"

Finally, there was someone who could not hold back and shouted out everyone's questions. Like a stone dropped on a calm surface of water, a puzzled expression appeared on their faces.

He saw that the person lying on the floor had no hair or beard, and he looked to be around fifty years old. His entire body was slightly red, and there was a faint steam rising from him, as if he had just been taken out of a drawer.

Fang Rongtian could not see any clues. This matter was too strange, it was clearly a battle between two people, how could one of them just appear out of nowhere after a fierce collision?

Just as the Ten Thousand Cauldron Sect disciples were still in shock, the dust settled. Mo Wen was still standing there. However, a gray and black spherical air whirl about one meter in size appeared in his hand. Even the most foolish of them all could tell that the one lying on the ground was the Great Elder Qiu Ming, even though his eyes were still deceiving them …