Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me Chapter 1939 - 1938: When Ice Burns Warm

"This person’s cultivation level is unfathomable. Since when did such a master appear in the Blackwater Secret Realm?"

In the midst of the crowd.

isha held her staff, looking at Wang Ye on the stage with interest.

However, because Wang Ye was wearing a veil and a straw hat.

Even isha couldn’t recognize that this person was Wang Ye.

"I’ve never seen this cultivation technique before."

The Sword Immortal held a long sword.

The long sword humd.

This long sword is called the Green Rainbow Sword, and it has a spiritual sense.

It would hum to warn its master when danger was near.

"This person is a bit too ruthless."

Anger flashed in Zaxi He’s eyes.

Fists clenched tightly.

Though this person’s skills were impressive, everyone has the right to live in his eyes.

It’s just a tournant match; is it necessary to kill the opponent?

He felt a stirring desire to go up and challenge Wang Ye.

"This person’s thods are ruthless, but he’s got the makings of soone who can achieve great things. If he can be recruited, it’s worth letting him live."

Zhao Daoran frowned.

He was thinking of recruiting him.

"Haha, Wang Ye, you’ve t your match. Last ti, I suffered a setback at your hands, but you might not be able to deal with this person."

Qin Qi’s eyes lit up with joy.

Yesterday, during the tournant, she was ultimately defeated.

It seed she couldn’t beco the Alliance Hierarch, but she also couldn’t let Wang Ye take the position.

"I’m here to seek guidance."

A burly man flew onto the stage.

The man was blind in his left eye, covered with a cloth, his face full of scars, clearly not a good person.

This man was actually the Sect Leader of the Mount Hua Sect, Han Bing.

Recently, he had comprehended the Cold Ice Divine Sword Finger and was eager to demonstrate it, to dampen Wang Ye’s spirit.

"Please!"

Wang Ye opened his hand.

Han Bing quickly swung his long sword.

Imdiately, the surrounding air beca cold, and the frost on the stage was intense.

A layer of ice ford on the ground.

Within the ice, his movents, attack speed, and force were greatly enhanced.

Countless Frost Sword Qis flew towards Wang Ye.

Wang Ye reached out his hand.

The Frost Sword Qi in the air suddenly turned fiery red, then vanished into smoke.

Han Bing was shocked.

His Cold Ice Divine Sword Finger was supposed to be extrely powerful, capable of freezing an entire sea.

Besides, he had never used his cultivation technique before.

And this person in front of him broke his cultivation technique in the blink of an eye.

It was incredibly unbelievable.

"Young man, I concede. May I ask how you broke my Cold Ice Divine Sword Finger?"

Han Bing asked in confusion.

Wang Ye smiled calmly.

"Although ice is cold, if you feel it with your heart, it has warmth too."

Having lived for years on the snow-covered Tianyong Mountain.

Wang Ye had long gained a thorough understanding of the secret moves of coldness.

If you feel the ice with your heart, rging your body and mind with the ice.

The ice will also lt.

"I’ve learned."

Han Bing imdiately flew down the stage.

He didn’t want to stay on the stage any longer, lest he lost his life.

"Did he concede so quickly?"

isha’s staff trembled.

Everyone knows Han Bing is considered a dominant figure.

With his extraordinary talent, he comprehended several cultivation techniques and directly forced the Evil Emperor to the desolate land.

And this person could make Han Bing admit defeat.

"Who is he really?"

The Sword Immortal grew more curious.

It’s likely Wang Ye wouldn’t benefit from dealing with him.

Zhao Daoran’s expression was solemn, initially planning to recruit this person.

But upon seeing his talent and comprehension, any thought of recruitnt vanished.

He wished he could remove Wang Ye entirely.

Jealousy almost consud his rationality.

After a while, no one dared to step onto the stage.

Wang Ye surveyed the heroes all around and said calmly.

"You all co at together."

He pointed at the eastern crowd.

There were about three thousand people.

The stage couldn’t hold them all.

"Arrogant!"

"Ignorant fool, you dare to be so conceited in the Blackwater Secret Realm with just a bit of cultivation technique?"

"Today, let’s show you that there’s always soone better!"

Originally, these people feared Wang Ye.

But with numbers, cos courage.

All together, they naturally weren’t as afraid.

Zaxi He clenched his fists tightly, eager to teach Wang Ye a lesson.

But considering that joining the others on stage to deal with Wang Ye would likely invite ridicule.

He restrained his impulses, standing on the stage below with a livid face.

A dense crowd rushed towards Wang Ye.

"Mad Lion Iron Fist!"

"Nine Sword Technique!"

"Spinning Star Shift!"

Countless cultivation techniques attacked Wang Ye from all directions.

Wang Ye surveyed the surroundings, not daring to be careless.

"True Qi into Water."

As his words fell.

His body turned ethereal once more.

Instantly becoming a blue mist, dissipating among the crowd.

Blue mist ford in clusters on the stage.

Everyone lost their vision in the thick mist; their hands couldn’t see one another.

Fear rose in their hearts.

A mont ago, Wind Blade perished at this move of Wang Ye’s.

Would they et the sa fate as Wind Blade?

"What kind of cultivation technique is this guy using?"

"I really don’t understand how he makes people explode."

Many cultivators groped forward in the blue mist.

Countless closed their eyes, trying to sense anomalies around them through their ears.

Those who were timid flew off the stage imdiately.

Not wanting to be reduced to bloody fragnts again.

"I concede!"

"I surrender."

In an instant, hundreds of heroes jumped off the stage.

While the many experts left on the stage felt their hearts pounding suddenly.

The blood in their bodies flowed rapidly.

It seed sothing had entered their bloodstream.

An ominous premonition arose within them.

"Not conceding will an death."

"I’ll concede, alright?"

"Spare , great one."

Amidst the chatter.

Another three thousand people flew off the stage.

Only a few fearless experts stood stubbornly below.

"Coward, why don’t you co out and face ."

"Hiding, do you count as a hero?"

"Co out and see if my blade is sharp or not."

A few shouted loudly in the blue mist.

Simultaneously, executing their cultivation techniques, blasting at the blue mist.

"Asura Palm!"

"Cloud Dispersing Technique."

Under the mighty spiritual energy attacks, the blue mist gradually dispersed a bit.

As the blue mist fully cleared.

That mysterious figure appeared on the stage once more.

But in the next second, his body turned into a puddle of water.

Droplets of water spread rapidly across the stage.

Dugu Yun hurriedly flew into the air.

Filled with fear, sensing the water and mist were bizarre and untouchable.

Qiu Ming followed, flying into the air, and swiftly gathered spiritual energy.

"Golden Bell Steel Seal."

Brandishing his long sword.

A golden barrier appeared around his body, like a golden bell protecting him inside.

"Seamless Sword Technique!"

Long Jian also executed his swordsmanship.

The mighty sword Qi forced the blue mist and water to disperse in all directions.

Parting the blue mist and water, their fear subsided slightly.

The rapidly beating hearts seed to calm down.