Godly Martial Alchemy Emperor

Amongst them, Xu Qing, Yan Qinghong, and Song Dongyang were all at the 5th Layer of the Bridge. Although they hadn't established the Violet Palace, their strength wasn't any weaker.    

Jiang Xudong, Lin Fan, and Liu Xiaoliu were all Cultivator of Violet Mansion Stage, and they used the four-layer bridge to open up the Violet Palace.    

In terms of external potential, they might not be as good as the remaining five stages of the Seeds. However, with their current strength, the three of them were the strongest. After all, they were cultivators, and their bodies were filled with Quintessential Essence.    

"Everyone, it would be too embarrassing if the six of us can't take one of the freshmen."    

Liu Xiaoliu spoke with a hint of seriousness in his voice. With his strength, Wang Yu told them that regardless of how unruly and unruly their opponent was, he was more powerful.    

Even if he was Cultivator of Violet Mansion Stage, he couldn't ignore Wang Yu's strength.    

Defeating three top mortal martial artists at the same time in three moves, with this kind of strength, Cultivator of Violet Mansion Stage had to be on guard.    

The moment Liu Xiaoliu's voice fell, the other five scattered and surrounded Wang Yu from several directions.    

Fairy Qing, Xu Qing, took a light step forward. The water curtain suddenly rose and turned into a water dragon. It opened its mouth and charged towards Wang Yu to bite him.    

Wang Yu did not make any big movements. His body flashed a red light and the water dragon that was rushing towards him turned into gas.    

Bang!    

Wang Yu stomped hard on the ground and turned into an arrow, shooting out at an unparalleled speed.    

At the same time, an extremely terrifying aura began to radiate from his body, and this aura continued to grow stronger.    

Then, they saw Wang Yu rush towards Fairy Qing at an incredible speed.    

Fairy Qing's slender hands kept changing as streams of water moved around her fingertips. Then, the water turned into tiny ice needles and was thrown towards Wang Yu.    

Wang Yu, who had turned into an arrow, charged forward. Facing the ice needles that were as dense as a storm of pear blossoms, he did not stop at all.    

He threw out a punch, and a gorgeous tiger formed on his fist. The mouth of the tiger slightly opened, and a series of faint roars came out. It dispersed the ice needles and blasted towards Fairy Qing, wanting to throw her out of the arena.    

Fairy Qing saw that the ice needles had no effect and the lady sword in her hands. Streams of sword flowers appeared and shot towards the tiger head. Under the impact, the sword flowers were shattered, leaving behind a path as her aura gushed forth.    

Fairy Qing's sword of a lady, laid horizontally in front of her, as Genuine Qi was injected into the sword crazily.    

"Bam!"    

A thunderous sound rang out, and Fairy Qing felt as though she couldn't hold the sword in her hand anymore. She then saw the fist of her opponent pressing down on her sword as she shouted, "I concede!"    

Whoosh!    

A cool breeze blew past and the tiger head dispersed. The moment Fairy Qing shouted out the number of people, Wang Yu immediately lost his power.    

Everything happened too quickly. From Fairy Qing's attack to Wang Yu's counterattack, it was all just a breath or two. Even if the others reacted, it would be too late.    

"Damn." Is Wang Yu a man? and showed no mercy to Fairy Qing either! " Some people could not help but curse.    

Fairy Qing was only slightly inferior to the jade beauty in terms of beauty. In fact, to a certain extent, she wasn't inferior to the jade beauty.    

Wang Yu showed mercy to such a beauty who could not be traded with him.    

After the others on the stage reacted, they were enraged. Wang Yu actually beat Fairy Qing in front of them again, not caring about them at all!    

With a light shout, the fox girl Yan Qinghong also made her move. It was as if the image of a demon fox was attached to his body, and it was filled with a bewitching aura.    

A pair of soul attracting eyes was able to cause one to sink into an illusory world.    

Yan Qinghong glanced at Wang Yu with her bewitching eyes. Wang Yu's body trembled and his feet stopped. There was a strange expression on his face.    

Occasionally, his face would flash with fear, occasionally, it would reveal a pleasant surprise. Rather, it was filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. He was unable to control himself.    

Seeing this, Song Dongyang knew that Wang Yu had been affected by Yan Qinghong's illusion and thus fell into an awkward situation. He immediately revealed a disdainful smile.    

So what if his talent was good? Without a strong will, just a small illusion was enough to make you walk the path.    

Song Dongyang would not sympathize with Wang Yu. Wang Yu's previous performance was too arrogant and he was not happy with it. In this kind of situation, he chose to add insult to injury and beat the drowning dog.    

Ye Zichen stabbed Wang Yu with a bright silver spear.    

The three Cultivator of Violet Mansion Stage, who originally wanted to make a move, stopped when they saw this scene. In their eyes, Wang Yu, who had been trapped in an illusion, had become a soft persimmon that they could control.    

Seeing that Song Dongyang's bright silver spear was about to land on Wang Yu's body, Wang Yu's confused expression disappeared completely.    

In its place was a look of shrewdness and mockery.    

Song Dongyang saw that he had been fooled and was about to retreat, but it was already too late.    

Wang Yu grabbed the other person's spear shaft, exerted force in his hand and lifted his entire body up.    

Song Dongyang wanted to give up on the bright silver spear, but he discovered that there seemed to be a suction force from the spear that firmly held him in place.    

"Go down!" Without waiting for him to shout, Wang Yu threw him towards Yan Qinghong.    

The sudden change was unexpected.    

Seeing a black shadow flying towards her, Yan Qinghong was so frightened that her face turned pale.    

She discovered that she could not dodge, so she could only bite the bullet and smack Song Donyang's back. Song Donyang was sent flying by her strike, and he flew off the stage at an extremely good angle.    

As for her, she was forced to retreat by the force of Song Dongyang's attack.    

She didn't have the time to rest before Wang Yu suddenly rushed towards her at an extremely fast speed. Before he even arrived, an imposing manner came pressing down on her.    

She looked at the three Cultivator of Violet Mansion Stage and shouted, "Help me!"    

Liu Xiaoliu and the other two moved without Yan Qinghong saying anything. Liu Xiaoliu was the first one to move.    

True essence erupted from Liu Xiaoliu's body as he released the aura of his Violet Mansion Stage. Blue flames ignited on his fist as he threw a palm strike towards Wang Yu.    

When the fireball approached Wang Yu, it suddenly exploded.    

With a loud rumble, layers of air currents were created and pushed towards Wang Yu.    

Wang Yu sneered. With a step, he leaped up and out of the range of the blast. When he landed on the ground again, he was already in front of Yan Qinghong.    

"Brat, you dare." Lin Fan roared.    

"Scram!" Jiang Xudong raised his foot and a big footprint of True Origin came up to Wang Yu's back.    

If Wang Yu wanted to continue chasing after Yan Qinghong, he would definitely be hit by his kick. At that time, Wang Yu would definitely be seriously injured.    

"Ha ha!"    

Feeling the chill coming from behind him, Wang Yu's lips curled up into a sneer and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.    

Yan Qinghong, who was standing in front of him, suddenly had a bad feeling when she saw his expression. She wanted to run away, but Wang Yu didn't give her a chance. He grabbed onto Yan Qinghong's dress.    

Shadow Shifter!    

In the next moment, their positions suddenly swapped.    

Jiang Xudong's kick landed solidly on Yan Qinghong's back. Puff! Yan Qinghong fainted as she vomited a mouthful of blood.    

At this point, the nine of them had lost six.