Qi Lu went crazy.
The outer disciples of Xianwu Academy were stunned.
This is just a discussion. Even if you are seriously injured and unable to get out of bed for several months, there is no need to commit suicide! Only the disciples of the Supreme Sect looked calm.
It was as if Qi Lu on the stage had nothing to do with them.
In other words, they are confident.
Whoosh! The blast passed by and blood spattered.
There were several more wounds on Qilu's face, chest, and arms.
At this time, he looked like a bloody man, and his crazy expression made people feel even more terrified! Is he really crazy?
No! He is very conscious, otherwise, he would not avoid the vital point.
Moreover, he did not take even half a step back! When the strong wind flashed past, his ferocious figure had already arrived in front of Maiman.
"Sorry, the game is over!"
Qilu Jiejie smiled strangely, raised his hand and slapped Meiman directly on the face.
Bang! A clear and sweet sound sounded, which made Maiman dizzy.
However, Qilu did not intend to give him a chance to react.
The next moment, he directly grabbed Meiman's jaw, grabbed it like a chicken, and then slammed it to the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Over and over again, left and right, until the dust flew up and the ring was dented, a full twenty times, until Meiman completely fainted, Qi Lu just threw it away, like throwing garbage, out of the ring.
...No one spoke.
The outer disciples of the Xianwu Academy looked at Meiman who had fainted on the ground and her face was covered in blood. Their eyes widened with fear.
What kind of monster is this?
He actually tortured one of the five powerful men from their outer sect into such a state?
Han Lingfeng and others frowned when they saw this scene.
Although Meiman's strength is slightly weaker among them, he is by no means an ordinary person.
In addition, the Swift Wind Slash just now is a yellow-level skill, and even they are somewhat afraid of it.
However, this can't help Qi Lu... "This trip to the Supreme Sect comes prepared!"
Han Lingfeng groaned, and no longer dared to look down upon him. The same was true for everyone else! "How stupid!"
At the same time, Fang Lin opened the door of the alchemy room and said softly.
And these words happened to be heard by Xuan Ying who was guarding the door.
When Xuan Ying turned around, she rolled her eyes, followed by a scolding: "You brat, you still made sarcastic remarks. Although Meiman lost, she fought for the academy, so there is no shame in it!"
Isn’t this shameful?
Fang Lin was speechless for a while.
The second-level spiritual body lost to the first-level spiritual body. Not even his grandma could do such a shameful thing.
Of course, Fang Lin is an exception.
After all, he is an evil being who can lead spirits with ten stars and blast two-star spirits - don't forget, Meiman was beaten to the point where she couldn't even find her teeth! Fang Lin did not argue with Xuan Ying, but slowly explained:
"Meiman entered Taoism as a spiritual practitioner, but started a protracted war with Qilu. This is the most stupid behavior. The outcome was doomed from the beginning!"
When Xuan Ying heard what Fang Lin said, she couldn't help but frown and think carefully! After a while, she suddenly raised her head and suddenly realized: "You mean, if Meiman used Wind Slash at the beginning, then Qi Lu wouldn't have done it at all.
No chance of winning?"
Fang Lin nodded and walked straight towards the ring without saying anything.
This is the result of lack of combat experience.
A warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles has mastered the skills to kill decisively and take the enemy's life.
On the contrary, the monks in the Immortal Martial Arts Palace all claim to be geniuses and blindly pursue their realm. Their moves are even more flashy, but they have forgotten the purpose of training.
Killing the enemy and winning are the foundation! Behind Fang Lin, Xuan Ying looked at his leaving figure thoughtfully.
How could his disciple know so much?
Back to the ring again.
"This little girl is vulnerable!"
Not long after, Qi Lu's voice broke the silence.
Everyone followed the sound and saw Qi Lu on the ring slowly walking out of the smoke.
His huge body was stained with blood, and his bones were exposed. His miserable appearance was not much better than that of Maiman.
However, he didn't care at all about his injuries.
"The Immortal Martial Academy is nothing more than that!"
Qi Lu smiled contemptuously, jumped up and jumped off the ring.
He won, but he had no strength to fight again.
A tragic victory! But, he is happy! This victory was achieved by jumping through the ranks and winning the first battle. When he returns to the Supreme Gate, the rewards will be huge! As for the top three?
It's not his turn yet! Thinking of this, Qi Lu glanced at the young man in blue in front of him.
He... is the most outstanding disciple of the Supreme Sect.
Even the inner disciples have to be afraid of him! When will he have such strength, maybe he will be qualified to win the championship! "Well done, go down and rest! I won't treat you badly when I go back!"
The young man in blue said lightly, which made the injured Qilu excited.
"Yes! Thank you sir!"
Qi Lu bowed slightly and trotted away, even humming a song.
Today's blood was not in vain.
After Qi Lu left, the young man in blue looked at the many disciples of the Xianwu Academy with a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He paused, and then Youyou said: "Weren't you guys very arrogant just now?
Why can’t you speak now?”
"you!"
All the disciples were so angry that they wanted to rush forward and tear the young man in blue's proud face to pieces.
However, when he remembered that even Qi Lu was respectful to him, he had to endure it.
This guy's strength should not be underestimated. Only those few beings are qualified to fight with them.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you lose, you lose. If your Supreme Sect wins, you can send people to continue playing!"
At this moment, Han Lingfeng's voice came from the distance.
In this battle, he was ready to take action.
The first battle was defeated, and the next battle must not be lost.
Otherwise, not only will the academy lose face, but the training resources of their outer sect will also be reduced a lot.
If you want to win more resources, you must bring due value to the college.
Soon, someone from the Supreme Sect stepped forward, and Han Lingfeng also stepped onto the ring.
Ever since, a new round of competition began again.
When everyone's eyes fell on the ring, no one noticed that Fang Lin was walking through the crowd, slowly heading towards Elder Meishan.
"What does this guy want to do with me?"
Elder Mei Shan looked at Fang Lin, who was getting closer and closer, and his expression suddenly darkened.
He and Fang Lin had a feud. Meiman had just been seriously injured again, and now he was taken away for treatment. His life or death was uncertain. Now, Fang Lin, the little plague god, came to see him again. It was strange that he looked good.
But, things are different now.
Nowadays, Fang Lingui is an intermediate alchemist of Xianwu Academy. Even the master is respectful when he sees him, let alone him...
This chapter has been completed!