Ye Futian's voice and the sound of the piano fell at the same time, and everyone's hearts trembled.

Zhou Mu, who was painting, looked up and then saw the coming piano storm. His soul roared, and there was a faint terrifying spiritual power forward fiercely, but it was useless. When the spiritual storm came, everything was destroyed.

His paintings were directly swallowed, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became riotous and uneasy. Then, Zhou Mu was flooded by the qinyin storm and showed an extremely painful look, like a lonely soldier on the battlefield, and the ones who were killing him were thousands of troops.

"Puff..." A mouthful of blood was squirting out, and Zhou Mu's body was knocked out and fell to the ground fiercely.

All this happened too quickly and was caught off guard. When Ye Futian said arrogant words, he stood up directly, as if the battle had ended early, so confident.

Only then did everyone recover and stare at the handsome figure in front of them. The wind blew by and the white clothes fluttered. The elegant boy who played the piano quietly before was revealed at this moment.

The battle between the disciples of the zither magic painting, the winner and lose.

Back then, the painting saint was destroyed by the devil of piano, but now his disciples are being crushed strongly, which is not a even battle as everyone imagined.

Moreover, Ye Futian's realm is lower than Zhou Mu, and he is defeated across borders.

Also, what did Ye Futian mean just now?

There were many rumors circulating in the Donghai Academy before. The disciple of the piano demon Ye Futian crawled into Luo's palace with arrogance and domineering. He was defeated by the disciple of the Saint of Painting Zhou Mu and left in a mess. This matter was once very popular. I am afraid that Ye Futian would not believe it before, but at this moment, the facts were in front of me, and everyone had to doubt the authenticity of the rumors, just like the rumor that Hua Jieyu had a few months ago.

Zhou Mu's face was pale and relieved for a moment before he stood up, staring at Ye Futian with cold eyes and said, "It's just a defeat, it doesn't determine anything, so what's the point of denying the previous battle?"

Everyone's eyes flashed, Zhou Mu, he refused to admit defeat.

"It's ridiculous." Ye Futian showed a sarcastic look: "After the rumors, you really think you beat me in the Luo Palace? Do you know that last time when the Luo Palace was about to end you, a senior figure who was good at spiritual attacks secretly attacked me, so you didn't feel embarrassed on the spot."

Ye Futian's words were immediately in an uproar. In the battle between Ye Futian and Zhou Mu, in the battle between Ye Futian and Zhou Mu, there was an elder attack? This was a bit too despicable.

It is said that the people present at that time included the Saint of Painting, Prince Luo, and the Deputy Palace Master of Ziwei Palace. If such a thing really happened, wouldn’t these three people be the most suspicious?

So, Ye Futian had to leave if he didn't leave at that time.

"You are slandering." Zhou Mu's face turned even more ugly when he heard Ye Futian's words. He didn't believe it would be like this.

"You are arrogant." At this time, a cold shout came out, and an old man was walking towards Ziwei Palace. It was Han Mo, the deputy palace master of Ziwei Palace who was present that day.

"Ye Futian, if you win today, you will win. You even speak wildly and slander the seniors. You are simply disrespectful." Han Mo shouted coldly.

Ye Futian looked up at Han Mo. Has this old guy finally put away his hypocritical face?

"I naturally know that the person who took action that day would not be a senior. However, if the senior doesn't take action, it doesn't mean that others will not. How can I say that I'm slandering me?" Ye Futian said with a smile. The faces of the people around him changed. Ye Futian's words mean something.

Han Mo looked at him like a sharp sword when he heard his words, but saw Ye Futian looking up and looking at the other party calmly. Now he was very unhappy with Ziwei Palace. The feeling that Ziwei Palace gave him was hypocritical, domineering, and indifferent.

From acquiescing Mu Yunxuan to hurt the fairy with rumors to not allowing him to step into Ziwei Palace; from standing on the side of the Painting Saint to promote a marriage of interests, which led to his teacher's tragedy, to now expanding ambitions and wanting to take charge of the Donghai Academy alone, he was injured in the rest of his life;

Although he didn't say anything, he actually had a sense of anger in his heart, which broke out today. Therefore, there was a scene at this moment. He stood in front of Ziwei Palace and challenged Zhou Mu. A general order was like venting his anger.

"Prince Luo and the Painting Saint are both respected seniors. Everyone present at that time was also people with status. They might sneak attack on you an arrogant junior?" Han Mo said coldly.

"There were many people present at that time, and I don't know who it was." Ye Futian said lightly and said, "However, Tianfu Palace is one of the nine palaces of the Donghai Academy. Two people from the eight-star glory realm teamed up to deal with a five-star glory realm disciple in my Wuqu Palace. What's the strange thing about sneak attacking?"

"This guy..." Everyone stared at Ye Futian. He was provoking trouble and also rolled the Tianfu Palace into it.

"You Wuqu Palace disciple is so arrogant that you block the door and provoke. The Tianfu Palace disciple will naturally take a lesson. What's so strange?" Han Mo continued to say coldly: "But you, you slander your senior today. If you don't have any explanation, you may not be able to explain it."

"When will I explain to you something to my Wuqu Palace disciple?" At this time, a cold voice came. In the crowd, Yi Xiang appeared at some point. He looked up at Han Mo coldly and said lightly: "Han Mo, your deputy palace master of Ziwei Palace, is here to bully a disciple of my Wuqu Palace? It's so great."

Seeing Han Mo and Yi Xiang appear one after another and confront each other, everyone's hearts trembled, and things seemed to be getting bigger.

"Master Yi Palace, haven't you heard your Wuqu Palace disciple slandering the elders here?" Han Mo was not afraid of Yi Xiang at all and responded coldly.

"Are you slandering?" Yi Xiang looked at Ye Futian and asked.

Ye Futian smiled and said, "It's simple whether it's slander. On that day, I fought with Zhou Mu. I was repelled by the summoned beast drawn by Zhou Mu. I suffered a slight loss. Just try again today."

After saying that, his eyes fell on Zhou Mu and said lightly: "Although my realm has improved a lot in the past few months, today I will give you enough time to draw the strongest summoned beast. I will not release my soul and attack with pure martial arts. If I cannot defeat you in one go, I will be slandered."

"It's really crazy." Everyone looked at Ye Futian and allowed Zhou Muhua to release the strongest summoner. He attacked with pure martial arts and had to defeat Zhou Mu with one blow. This was simply... crazy enough. If Zhou Mu was defeated, he would be afraid that he would have no shame to hang out in the Donghai Academy in the future.

After all, there were various voices before that Zhou Mu defeated Ye Futian, and Zhou Mu himself did not deny it, as if he had agreed to this statement.

"What do you think?" Yi Xiang looked up at Han Mo and said.

Han Mo had a calm face. Ye Futian was so crazy that he could say what else he could say, looking at Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu's face was gloomy and terrible. How humiliating Ye Futian would have to him.

"Okay." Zhou Mu stepped forward and walked opposite Ye Futian. His soul was released and then squatted on the ground to paint.

Yi Qingxuan stepped forward and took down the piano in front of Ye Futian, so Ye Futian looked extremely calm when he was painting Zhou Mu.

Looking at Ye Futian's calm expression, it was hard for everyone to imagine why he had such confidence to defeat Zhou Mu with pure martial arts and let Zhou Mu paint.

The spiritual energy gathered wildly in Zhou Mu's writing. At this moment, he was extremely serious, and all his spirit seemed to be concentrated on painting.

Gradually, everyone saw a lifelike golden dragon appearing on the ground, as if it could jump into the sky at any time.

This golden dragon contains terrifying spiritual energy, and the dragon scales are drawn, lifelike. I don’t know how strong the defense will be. Many people are worried about Ye Futian, relying solely on martial arts?

Zhou Mu ignored everyone's thoughts. He focused on everything and perfected every detail. As a disciple of the Painting Saint, his talent was naturally unquestionable. It was just because he met Ye Futian that he seemed a little unbearable.

Finally, when Zhou Mu made his last stroke, an extremely huge golden dragon surrounded his body and moved upwards. Zhou Mu's soul light shrouded on the golden dragon, making the dragon's eyes extremely weird, staring at Ye Futian opposite him.

"So strong." Everyone looked at it from afar and seemed to be able to feel the terror of the golden dragon.

Ye Futian's expression was as calm as ever. He stretched out his hand, and the golden spiritual energy gathered wildly in his palm. The spiritual energy condensed and turned into a huge golden stick. He did not use the spiritual energy to release spells, but to condense the spirit weapon, which belongs to the category of martial arts.

When Ye Futian held his palm, a huge sense of fighting suddenly burst out fiercely from him. The fighting spirit was amazing. An invisible trend gathered towards his body, constantly rising and becoming stronger. The fighting spirit seemed to be blending with the world. Everyone felt that Ye Futian seemed to transform into a young war god at this moment, and was arrogant.

Zhou Mu's body moved and stepped forward. The golden dragon seemed to be attached to him and walked with him.

With a shocking roar, Zhou Mu roared angrily, and the sacred golden dragon ran away, attacking Ye Futian with an unparalleled power.

"Dong." Ye Futian's body moved, and when he stepped on his feet, the ground trembled, and a terrifying trend of heaven and earth seemed to gather on him.

"Go to die." Zhou Mu descended and roared, and the golden dragon rushed over. The golden stick in Ye Futian's hand danced, and his energy and spirit merged with the heaven and earth, smashing towards the golden dragon.

The first strike of the Nine Strikes in Heaven is to create the world.

The golden stick fell on the head of the golden dragon, turning into the sharpest weapon in the world, directly splitting the dragon's body from the middle and moving forward.

Everyone's hearts were trembling wildly. The young war god went forward and split everything blocking his body. Even the real dragon had to split.

"Boom." The dragon's body exploded and the golden stick disappeared. However, Ye Futian's hand pressed on Zhou Mu's neck and lifted him up in the air.

At this moment, Zhou Mu's face was ashes.

Ye Futian looked up slightly, looked at Zhou Mu, and said lightly: "Last time, how did you defeat me?"

Zhou Mu did not respond, he could not respond.

Ye Futian looked at Han Mo again and said calmly: "The so-called genius in Ziwei Palace is just like this. After today, there will be no dispute over the successors of the saint of the zither magic painting. Zhou Mu is not worthy of it."

After the words came to an end, Ye Futian threw his arm out and threw Zhou Mu towards Ziwei Palace!
Chapter completed!