Martial Godly Emperor

Everyone was surprised.    

From their past experiences, Young Sect Master's side would always beat up the Third Elder's group no matter what kind of competition they participated in.    

Even if it was about the other matters of the sect, Young Sect Master had never disappointed anyone. The Third Elder, on the other hand, had messed up the matter time and time again.    

But this time, Young Sect Master and Han Lei had lost miserably.    

Mao Daji, who had always hung on to Wang Xiaocheng, was defeated by Wang Xiaocheng in just twenty rounds.    

Everyone found it hard to believe. Some people did not even have time to react. They even shouted that the person lying on the ground was Wang Xiaocheng. When they saw the situation clearly, their mouths were so wide open that they could fit a beast egg. Their expressions became dull.    

The entire training field was quiet for a while.    

"Wang Xiaocheng, victory. Mao Daji, defeat."    

The Fourth Elder was stunned for a moment before he quickly suppressed the shock on his face and announced the result.    

"Hahahaha... I won, I won!"    

Wang Xiaocheng stood on the stage and laughed maniacally!    

His handsome face, when he was attacking with his sword and beating Mao Daji while flying in the air, was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the female disciples of the sect.    

At this moment, he was laughing at the sky like a teenager.    

Mao Daji was very unwilling to get up from the ground. It was not as simple as losing in one move, but he had been pressed to the ground and rubbed by his opponent from the beginning of the competition.    

Wang Xiaocheng's profound sword technique made it difficult for him to resist. In the end, he was stabbed to the ground. If Wang Xiaocheng had not seen the morality of his fellow disciples, that sword would have pierced his heart.    

He stood there, blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He stared blankly at the white-clothed youth in front of him, as if he hadn't woken up from the battle just now.    

No matter what, he never would have thought that Wang Xiaocheng's sword would improve so quickly!    

A month ago, Wang Xiaocheng had been beaten until he was rolling on the ground.    

"Wang Xiaocheng, you are too amazing."    

"As expected of our Wang Xiaocheng!"    

The lackeys started to rise again.    

Some of the neutral disciples also gave their applause.    

This was what they liked to see: a disciple with low strength, who was unknown, relied on his own hard work to finally display his strength in a sunny day and defeated many of his fellow disciples who were much stronger than him.    

The sect's inspirational story played out in reality.    

The surrounding noise was very loud.    

Some people were talking about Wang Xiaocheng's sword technique, while some of the more observant disciples were explaining.    

Suddenly.    

A burst of crying came from Wang Xiaocheng.    

He was laughing just now. Why was he crying now?    

The crying Wang Xiaocheng threw himself in front of Meng Yu, knelt down, and hugged Meng Yu's thigh while crying, "Master, this disciple thanks you for your guidance. If it wasn't for master's guidance, Xiaocheng wouldn't have mastered such a profound sword technique!"    

Everyone was stunned. Only now did they remember that Meng Yu had accepted Wang Xiaocheng and the other two as his disciples.    

"Is the Third Elder's guidance really that powerful?"    

"First it's Zhou Liang, and now it's Wang Xiaocheng?"    

"Even Zhou Ming's strength has increased a lot."    

"I can't understand the Third Elder anymore. I keep feeling that he is unfathomable."    

"Zhou Ming, Zhou Liang, and Wang Xiaocheng were reluctant to join the Third Elder's sect before, but now they seem to have gotten a big bargain."    

"Their family's ancestral grave must have taken out the Blue Smoke."    

Many disciples looked at Wang Xiaocheng and the others with envy.    

Immediately, they thought of another question. If the Third Elder's disciple was so powerful, then was his Cultivation Level also very profound?    

However, no matter how they looked at it, the Third Elder was still an Element-transforming Stage.    

"Third Elder is wise and mighty! Everyone, please see clearly that this is the great, bright, and correct Third Elder of our sect, the omnipotent Third Elder! Everyone, please support him in becoming Sect Master's number one candidate in the future! "    

The lackeys started to make noise again.    

In the past, when the disciples saw these lackeys bootlicking the Third Elder, they were very disgusted. Some would even mock them in secret.    

But now, they felt that the words of these loyal lackeys were not that disgusting. Because these days, they had indeed seen the abilities of the Third Elder.    

However, the impression that the Third Elder had left on them was that of a playboy who would stir up trouble and achieve nothing. Therefore, even if they defeated Young Sect Master now, it would still leave a deep impression on them. Their impression of the Third Elder had changed, but if they really supported the Third Elder to succeed Sect Master in the future, they were still not sure what to do.    

Meng Yu helped Wang Xiaocheng up and smiled, "You defeated him, very well. You don't have to be so excited. It was you who defeated him. It was the result of your hard work that allowed you to achieve what you have today. I just wanted to let you understand some of the reasons."    

Wang Xiaocheng was very handsome. He was only a few years younger than Zhao Yuan, but he was crying like a child with runny nose.    

When he heard Meng Yu's generous words, he felt the greatness of his master.    

At this moment, he even suspected that his master was pretending to be a playboy. He was obviously powerful, but he had to do a lot of stupid things.    

At this moment, a few figures suddenly dashed out from the crowd and quickly flew to the Main Platform where Meng Yu was.    

There were many guards around the Main Platform. They thought that someone was trying to assassinate the Third Elder!    

When they were about to intercept with their swords, they saw that the person who came was a disciple of the sect, so they gave up.    

"Third Elder! We want to acknowledge you as our master!"    

The leader was a tall disciple. When he saw Meng Yu and the others looking at him, he immediately lifted his clothes and led them to kneel down.    

"Respect me as your master?"    

Meng Yu was surprised.    

The others were also stunned.    

What was going on?    

Although Zhou Ming and the others had greatly increased their strength under the guidance of the Third Elder, many of the neutral disciples in the sect had yet to accept the fact that they had gone to worship the Third Elder as their master in order to increase their strength.    

Xu Xinxin, Zheng Ruya, and the others even suspected that the disciples who had asked the Third Elder to be their master were the ones he had hired.    

"Zhuang Wudao, it's you?"    

Meng Yu was a little surprised.    

The person who brought them here was Zhuang Yu, whom Meng Yu met when he met Miss Yanyan in the Ten Thousand Flower Courtyard. At that time, Meng Yu wanted to force him to take her as his disciple. Zhuang Wudao first refused, then he wanted to take her as his disciple, but Meng Yu did not give him the chance.    

"That's precisely my disciple, Zhuang Wudao." The tall man kneeling on the ground said with regret, "Previously, Master wanted to take me as his disciple, but I hesitated for a moment. I didn't expect that I would miss out on such a great opportunity."    

"These days, I've been crying all day, washing my face with tears, and didn't have the heart to cultivate..."    

"Master, please don't push me anymore. Take me and my junior brothers and sisters as your disciples!"    

Zhuang Wudao said with a sobbing tone.    

Eh...    

He cried all day long and washed his face with tears.    

When the other disciples saw Zhuang Wudao's tall body, the scene of a toe-digging man washing his face with tears immediately appeared in their minds. Everyone could not help but have goosebumps.    

Meng Yu shivered. This Zhuang Wudao had heard too much about the Palace Entrance Examination and Palace Battle Series from Storyteller in the restaurant. Otherwise, why would he be so resentful?