After Ye Futian finished speaking, the smiles in the eyes of everyone at the banquet instantly frozen.

Just before, Zhou Mu, a disciple of the Painting Saint, took action and broke the piano with one blow. They originally wanted to make a few sarcastic words to save some face.

However, before they had time to speak, Ye Futian swallowed the words they said to the side of their mouths.

The piano sound spell is just his weakest link?

They have never seen arrogant and arrogant people, but they are so arrogant that they can even be said to be shameless.

Ye Futian defeated two young geniuses in a row with piano sound magic, making others afraid to fight, but now he said that this is his weakest? So, what are the two defeated people? What are the teenagers present?

Is it shameful that the piano is so arrogant that it is so arrogant?

Even the big guys were stunned. Did this guy really break the guqin by Zhou Mu just now?

This is simply unbearable.

"The piano is broken, and you dare to be so arrogant. I want to see. If you leave the piano, you will have some strength." Xu Qing, who had not been able to take action before, still wanted to fight again. He has been obsessed with the previous battle and is extremely unhappy. His dual-attribute four-star glorious mage actually has no chance to take action. He was defeated inexplicably. It is conceivable how unhappy he was.

"You can't." Ye Futian said lightly, walking towards the direction where Zhou Mu was, but Xu Qing walked out, and the spiritual energy around his body suddenly became violent.

Ye Futian stopped and glanced at Xu Qing faintly. He saw the light of thunder flashing around Xu Qing, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes. In his opinion, if it weren't for the influence of the mental power of the piano spell, he wouldn't have been unable to release the spell, so he would have been so humiliated and defeated.

"Thunder magic, thousands of thunders lead." Everyone saw endless thunder gathering around Xu Qing's body, like a young thunder god. The lightning light pierced the eyes, and endless thunder gathered towards Xu Qing's extended palm, not knowing how terrible the power of the martial arts were hidden.

Ye Futian was a little helpless, and he also stretched out his hand. In an instant, the thunder power rushed and gathered madly towards his palm. In just a moment, with his palm as the center, it seemed as if there was an extremely terrifying electric current wandering in his palm.

"I can do it." Ye Futian's voice was calm, and everyone's faces instantly became particularly wonderful. Ye Futian's three-star glory realm, but the thunder power gathered in his palm was not inferior to Xu Qing at all. Moreover, the wandering lightning seemed to be more at will, and Ye Futian's control over magic seemed to be stronger.

Xu Qing looked embarrassed. Did Ye Futian fight him with the same spell, deliberately trying to humiliate him?

"Go." A cold voice came out, and the spell was released. The endless thunder turned into an extremely dazzling lightning, trying to pierce everything. The moment when Thousand Thunder Spirits were released, there was another terrifying fire-attribute spiritual energy gathering around his body, ready to continue releasing the spell.

But at this moment, Ye Futian's body flashed and he actually ran towards him with thunder. The moment the spell was about to come, his palm stretched out forward. Ye Futian directly released the same spell. The light of thunder drowned everything. A figure bathed in thunder directly penetrated the spell and continued to move forward. The next moment, Xu Qing's body stiffened and the gathering of spiritual energy stopped.

In front of Xu Qing, Ye Futian stood there casually, his palm facing his body, and endless thunder light enveloped him. As long as Ye Futian released the gathering spells, it would directly penetrate his fragile body as a mage.

"Satisfied?" The thunder power in Ye Futian's hand dissipated, and he turned around and continued to walk towards Zhou Mu, leaving Xu Qing with a blank expression.

Ye Futian walked calmly, and the eyes of everyone looking at him became more solemn.

Without using piano spells, you can attack directly with magic and kill Xu Qing in seconds.

The piano spell is really just his weakest link?

How powerful does this piano demon disciple have?

Ye Futian walked to the opposite side of Zhou Mu, stopped, and said with a smile: "Ye Futian, the Three Stars Glory Realm, please give me advice."

"This guy, intentionally." Everyone stared at Ye Futian. Who doesn't know that her three-star glory realm is so formal at this moment that she deliberately embarrassed Zhou Mu?

Zhou Mu ignored Ye Futian, and the spiritual energy around his body suddenly ran away.

He raised his hand and drew in the void, and he drew a sword. The sword was straight and sharp, and it was formed by the gathering of metallic spiritual energy. The sword was born and sounded in a clang.

"Zhou Mu has to be serious."

Everyone looked sharp, and they wanted to see how long Ye Futian could be arrogant.

Zhou Mu's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and in an instant, the golden sword broke through the air and rushed straight to Ye Futian.

The sword was extremely fast. When Ye Futian saw the sword coming, his body suddenly moved, and he turned slightly. The sword passed by him, and the strong wind blew a few strands of hair.

"Huh?" At this moment, Ye Futian frowned, and a cold breath came from behind. The sharp sword actually returned, and continued to kill Ye Futian as if he had eyes.

And at the same time, another sword flew over, which was also painted by Zhou Mu.

A stroke turns into a painting, and a sword keeps growing.

"Do you use your mental power to fight the sword?" Ye Futian said in his heart that the summoner, like Master Qinyin, belongs to the spiritual mage, and has very strong mental power.

A terrifying metal storm broke out around Ye Futian's body. A golden barrier appeared around him, covering his whole body, as if he was wearing a layer of golden armor. The sharp sword broke through the air and stabbed directly into the golden armor, but could not break it. In the end, it turned into metal spiritual energy and merged into the armor.

The paintings made of a stroke contain limited spiritual energy, so their power will naturally not be too strong.

However, this was not just a sword. Zhou Mu kept carving the sword and shooting at Ye Futian. A row of extremely dazzling golden swords gathered around his body, and then flew towards Ye Futian. This time he did not attack, but surrounded Ye Futian's body, as if he was looking for a gap and one blow to kill.

At the same time, Zhou Mu continued to paint.

Ye Futian looked up at the sharp sword flying around his body, and then his body stepped forward, and the wind enveloped his body, instantly breaking through the air and heading towards Zhou Mu.

The disciple of the Saint of Painting Zhou Mu is a spiritual summoner and a multi-attribute mage, but it seems that he has no martial arts practice, weaknesses, and close combat.

The endless whistling swords around him seemed to have eyes, following Ye Futian's body, and several lightning-like golden swords ran across the space and killed him, but Ye Futian's body flashed continuously, avoiding the attack of each sword and approaching Zhou Mu.

A wind appeared around Zhou Mu's body, and his body was floating away, which was a wind-attribute spell.

His paintings followed him, and Ye Futian continued to move forward. All the sharp swords were striking towards Ye Futian this time, blocking all the routes.

This time, Ye Futian ignored the attack of the sword and allowed him to attack the golden guard Kai. As the swords continued to attack, guard Kai was broken. However, Ye Futian seemed to have a pair of golden wings appeared on his body, directly wrapping his body, blocking the remaining swords. His body flashed continuously and finally approached Zhou Mu.

But at the same time, Zhou Mu's painting was completed, with a demon lion with wings, a burly body and huge golden wings. People had never seen such a monster before. However, the monster drawn by the summoner could be imagined by oneself and did not need to exist in this world.

The demon lion's wings flashed and rushed directly towards Ye Futian. Everyone felt their hearts tremble. Zhou Mu was too powerful. He could constantly draw summoned beasts, give life to attack, and portray them as he pleased. In addition, he was a multi-attribute summoner and practiced magic. It was extremely difficult to get close to him.

Ye Futian looked at the flying monster that was rushing towards him, and in an instant, the bright golden light was released. The soul of life appeared, and the phantom of the golden-winged roc appeared behind him, which was unparalleled. This kind of life soul was released in the Donghai Academy and did not need to be hidden.

"Master of Destiny, soul of fate, golden-winged roc." Everyone stared at Ye Futian with a shocked expression.

This golden-winged roc carries the dual attributes of wind and gold, but Ye Futian is still a master of Qinyin. Could it be that this life soul also gave him spiritual attributes?

The endless golden wind dual attribute storm gathered towards Ye Futian, as if he wanted to integrate martial arts. The next moment, Ye Futian's wings trembled behind him, and he rushed into the sky with a golden storm as fast as lightning, as if he had added a wind magic.

At this moment, Ye Futian was like a golden-winged roc flying in the sky, colliding with the demon lion that was rushing to death, like a collision between two monsters, flashing away.

Then, everyone saw the body of the golden-winged roc directly penetrated the body of the demon lion, and the huge body of the summoning beast turned into endless spiritual energy and dispersed.

Everyone felt their heart trembling when they saw this scene. Qinyin master, multi-attribute mage, martial arts practitioner, and life soul. Ye Futian seemed to be a perfect practitioner without any weaknesses. He was simply a monster. No wonder he dared to say Qinyin magic, but it was just his weakest link.

At this moment, this seems not just a crazy saying.

Lin Xiyue was also frightened to see it. This handsome sunny boy who had seen twice was so powerful.

Nandou Wenshan was also quite uneasy. The disciples accepted by the Qin Demon seemed to be more outstanding than the disciples of the Painting Saint. With the strength that Ye Futian showed at this moment, if it weren't for the difference between his realm and Zhou Mu, he would probably be able to kill Zhou Mu in seconds.

"This is the only strength? It seems that you can't feel the advantages of your realm." Ye Futian smiled at Zhou Mu, with Zhou Mu's expression ashen, and his life soul was also released. It was a vague figure, with a pair of extremely strange eyes, like a terrifying mental storm.

This is a spiritual attribute of life soul. Ye Futian felt that it was slightly similar to his beast-controlling life soul, the Storm Eye.
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