Xiao Zimu came at him with a stick. Xiao Yi obviously felt threatened by it and immediately moved his steps to avoid the stick.

The fire whirling stick hit the ground, and immediately with a 'boom' sound, a big hole was made in the competition platform.

Xiao Yi's pupils shrank and he was secretly surprised, "So strong. There is indeed a huge difference between the sixth level and the fifth level of the mortal realm."

In the mortal realm, the sixth level is a watershed.

Although there is only one level difference between the sixth level and the fifth level, the difference in the true energy in each other's bodies is five to six times more than that.

The richer the Qi, the more powerful the martial spirit can be.

A stick like Xiao Zimu's was enough to seriously injure Xiao Xingyang with one stick.

Although both are orange-level martial spirits, due to the difference in true energy, the power of Xiao Zimu's stick is more than five or six times stronger than Xiao Xingyang's combat power.

Below the competition stage, Xiao Xingyang was also secretly horrified, "He is indeed one of the top five disciples in the family. If I were to compete with Xiao Zimu, I am afraid that this stick alone could kill me instantly."

Above the competition stage, Xiao Zimu sneered and said, "Xiao Yi, you know how powerful I am. It's not too late to beg for mercy now."

"Begging for mercy?" Xiao Yi sneered, then clenched his fist and said seriously, "It seems that he is serious about it."

Seriously?

Xiao Zimu was stunned.

Other clan members were also a little unable to react, and even thought Xiao Yi was too arrogant.

"The gap between the fifth level and the sixth level of the mortal realm is too big. Xiao Yi may not even be able to take a few moves, so why should he be serious about it?"

"How is there any difference between talking about one's sincerity in front of a person at the sixth level of the mortal realm and humiliating oneself?"

The clan members shook their heads one after another, as if they had already seen Xiao Yi's defeat.

Xiao Zimu was more direct and launched the Fire Whirl Stick again, intending to use actions to prove his strength.

"Xiao Yi, you are defeated." Xiao Zimu shouted and attacked with a stick.

Xiao Yi sneered, feeling happy and fearless, and his body suddenly turned into a shadow.

And in this need, a flame enveloped the whole body.

Xiao Zimu's Fire Whirl Stick was easily dodged by the phantom.

"What's going on?" Xiao Zimu was startled, and in disbelief, he quickly struck out the fire-whirl stick again, turning into a continuous stream of stick shadows.

However, although the stick shadow is fast, it can never hit the virtual shadow.

"What's going on? What is that thing? A strange movement?" The tribesmen's eyes widened with surprise on their faces.

In their eyes, Xiao Yi seemed to have turned into an agile fire snake with flames all over his body.

"Am I dazzled?" Some tribesmen even rubbed their eyes vigorously, trying to see the phantom clearly.

However, no matter how they look at it, they still can't understand it.

Yes, Xiao Yi used the snake form, one of the five unique skills of form and meaning. With the exquisiteness of the five skills of form and meaning, how can outsiders easily see through it.

Moreover, Xiao Yi also added the power of his martial soul, the flame of the fire-controlling beast.

This is one of his trump cards, and it is also a move that he has learned through hard practice in the past half month. It uses the five skills of form and mind, combined with the power of martial arts.

The flame itself is explosive, and the fire-controlling beast itself is proficient in controlling flames. With this explosive blessing, his snake shape becomes more flexible, more agile, more unpredictable and ethereal.

At this time, Xiao Zimu kept attacking, but could not hit Xiao Yi, which made him extremely anxious. Although he was in a stronger realm, he could not even touch Xiao Yi's body. This feeling made him crazy.

Immediately afterwards, he attacked so quickly that his physical strength and energy were consumed very quickly, making him sweat profusely.

"Ah... damn, what's going on?" Xiao Zimu gritted his teeth.

Even the deacons and even the elders couldn't see through the five arts of form and meaning, and he couldn't even think of seeing through them.

"What, are you tired?" At this time, Xiao Yi sneered, "If you are tired, it's my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yi's footsteps moved and turned into a phantom and disappeared in place. In the phantom, there were still blazing flames.

There was a whoosh, and Xiao Zimu couldn't react at all. He didn't even know how Xiao Yi disappeared.

"What a fast speed." The tribesmen exclaimed.

Moreover, what surprised them even more was that in their eyes, Xiao Yi turned into a cheetah covered in fire.

The cheetah rushes at an extremely fast speed.

"It's your turn to taste my attack." Xiao Yi shouted, suddenly appeared behind Xiao Zimu, and struck out with a palm.

In the palm of Xiao Yi's hand, a tiger and a tiger burst into the wind, as if there was a sound of roaring tigers in the mountains and forests, 'roar'!

"This..." The tribesmen were extremely horrified. In their eyes, Xiao Yi changed again and turned into a fierce tiger.

The tiger descended the mountain with great force.

With one palm shot, it was like roaring in the mountains and forests, and the ground was shaking.

With a "boom", Xiao Zimu didn't even have a chance to react, and was directly knocked away by Xiao Yi's palm.

The five arts of form and meaning combined with the power of martial arts are so powerful.

‘Poof’, Xiao Zimu vomited blood and flew straight off the stage.

When he fell to the ground, he had completely fainted and the clothes behind him were completely torn.

The sharp-eyed tribesmen could clearly see that there was an eye-catching palm print on his back that was severely burned by the fire.

"Xiao Zimu, who ranked among the top five, actually lost?"

"And Xiao Yi only made two moves. Is this a complete victory?"

The expressions of the tribesmen can no longer be described as surprised, but shocked, extremely shocked.

At the edge of the corner, the third elder Xiao Zhong shed a tear, "Okay, very good, Yi'er, you have finally grown up."

At first, he was only entrusted by the family master to take care of Xiao Yi, but the family master has disappeared for many years and has not returned. Xiao Yi was raised by him, and he has long regarded Xiao Yi as his own.

Over the years, he had to be busy with family affairs, both large and small, and usually had to deal with the secret troubles of the Fifth Elder and others. At the same time, he was worried about Xiao Yi in every possible way and had to worry about Xiao Yi's life when he grew up.

It just so happened that Xiao Yi used to be a useless person who had awakened his useless martial spirit.

Who knows how much pressure he has endured over the years and how much heartbreak he has had for Xiao Yi.

Now that he saw that Xiao Yi had completely defeated the most outstanding young man in the family, his mood was beyond words.

Ecstasy? Relief? Pride? Satisfaction? He didn't know, he only had time to shed an old tear uncontrollably.

On the other side, the fifth elder crushed the tea cup in his hand with a 'click' sound, his face full of coldness and anger.

Xiao Ruohan also had a frosty face, "When did the little waste become so powerful? Damn it!"

.....

On the competition stage, Xiao Yi stood with his hands behind his hands, looked at the other disciples calmly, and said, "Who else wants to come on stage to compete with me?"

The disciples who had been glanced at by his indifferent gaze turned their heads one after another, not daring to look directly.

Even the top-ranked sixth-level mortal disciples were speechless. They knew very well that they would never be able to defeat Xiao Zimu completely, but Xiao Yi did it, which proved that Xiao Yi's strength was definitely above them.

If you go on stage to compete with Xiao Yi, you will only be humiliating yourself.

The referee took a look and saw that no one responded, so he announced loudly, "This battle will be fought by the young master, Xiao Yisheng."

The referee even changed his title and took the initiative to call him the Young Patriarch.

You know, no one in the Xiao family has been willing to call Xiao Yi by such an honorific title for many years.

The world is like this, where martial arts is the most respected thing. If Xiao Yi shows enough strength and talent, he will be respected by others.

"Xiao Yi, you can go down now." The referee said pleasantly.

Xiao Yi shook his head and said, "There's no rush."

Then, Xiao Yi looked towards the elders' bench not far away, where the elders and deacons watched the competition.

Xiao Ruohan was also sitting there, under the fifth elder.

"Xiao Ruohan." Xiao Yi said proudly, "Remember our bet, you lost!"
Chapter completed!