At this time, Nian Yiren's figure had returned to the ancient pavilion and stood beside Qin Wenge.
"I wonder, Holy Maiden, am I the winner of this battle?"
Ling Tian didn't pay too much attention to Yi Ren's words, he just confirmed to her.
The way to win is never rough or not.
Being able to win is the way to go!
"Of course Mr. Ling wins!"
Nian Yiren smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Ling has mastered four kinds of Taoist powers. He is undoubtedly a dragon and a phoenix among men. He is an unparalleled talent. If this place was not an illusion created by Master Qin with the sound of the piano, the little girl would have been under the palm of Master Ling just now."
Seriously injured."
"In this case, can the saint show her true face to others?"
Ling Tian didn't care about Nian Yiren's bragging words.
He knows his own strength.
With his cultivation suppressed at the same level, he really hasn't been afraid of anyone.
If this place were not an illusion, he would not be able to use the power of reincarnation to use his soul attack method.
How is it necessary to use a second move to deal with Nian Yiren, whose cultivation is also suppressed at the first level of the Tao realm?
"Of course you can!"
Nian Yiren smiled and gently took off the veil from her face.
Revealing an extremely delicate face without any blemishes.
When it comes to stunning beauty, it is naturally stunning, comparable to Yao Yifei, but not superior to Yao Yifei.
Ling Tian was just puzzled. People said that Nian Yiren had a face that could bring trouble to people's hearts, but why he only saw a pair of charming, clean eyes without any hint of flattery.
Ling Tian just wanted to take a few steps closer to get a good look at Nian Yiren.
At this time, fog once again appeared on Zimu Lake.
His vision gradually became unclear.
When the fog dissipated, the sound of the piano had stopped.
He found that he was sitting on the embankment seat again, without moving an inch at all.
Qin Wenge, Nian Yiren is still sitting quietly under the ancient pavilion, and the veil on Nian Yiren's face seems to have never been taken off.
Not only Ling Tian, but also the more than sixty geniuses sitting on the bank seats also escaped from the illusion created by the music of Qin Wenge at the same time.
The expressions on some of their faces were no longer as proud as before, and many even had a look of shame in their eyes.
Based on this, Ling Tian also guessed it.
In the illusion created by Qin Wenge just now with the sound of the piano, Nian Yiren had already fought with more than sixty people at the same time.
From this point of view, the strength displayed by Nian Yiren in the illusion is not all of her strength.
"There is something about this Nian Yiren."
Bu Xiaoyao, who was seated next to Ling Tian, immediately sighed with emotion as soon as he came out of the illusion.
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Juan in the seat on the right and asked, "Huan, how many moves have you withstood in her hands?"
"Ten moves!"
Juan whispered, feeling a little ashamed.
"Ten moves, not bad, I only survived eight moves!"
Bu Xiaoyao shrugged, then turned to look at Ling Tian on the left seat, "Junior Brother Ling Tian, what about you?"
Ling Tian's lips curled up into a smile, but he didn't answer.
Bu Xiaoyao had no intention of asking, he just waved his hand and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Lingtian, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's normal to lose. After all, this is an illusion created by people from the Qin Sect, so Nian Yiren must be more familiar with the illusion.
Better than us."
"Saint! What do you mean?"
At this time, a shout sounded, attracting everyone's attention.
Ling Yu from the Ling clan stood up from his seat and was looking at Nian Yiren under the ancient pavilion with displeasure.
"Master Ling Yu, what are you talking about?"
Nian Yiren looked at Ling Yu calmly and asked lightly.
"snort!"
Ling Yu snorted coldly and said, "The saint is about to be defeated by me, why did you release the illusion in advance? Is it because you don't want to show your true face on purpose? Is this intentional?"
Ling Yu's strength is far superior to Nian Yiren.
But due to the suppression of his cultivation, he was in an illusion.
Nian Yiren's method caused some interference to the display of his strength.
This resulted in him not being able to defeat Nian Yiren in the shortest time.
But as long as he is given a little more time, he has absolute confidence to defeat Nian Yiren.
"The illusion dissipates only because Mr. Qin's song ends."
Faced with Ling Yu's question, Nian Yiren explained unhurriedly, "The young lady already knows the strength of all the prodigies here, and Master Ling is definitely the number one!"
"My strength does not need to be affirmed by the saint!"
Ling Yu said coldly, not buying Nian Yiren's blame at all, "In terms of talent and strength, how can anyone here be able to compete with me? What I want is to see the true face of the saint!"
"Master Ling Yu has misunderstood."
Nian Yiren smiled, her eyes slowly moved away from Ling Yu, then swept across the crowd, and finally landed on Ling Tian, "The Young Master Ling that the little girl is talking about is not you, Young Master Ling Yu, but this Young Master Ling Tian."
"What did you say?"
Ling Yu's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.
He thought that Mr. Ling in Nian Yi's mouth was him.
But in fact, he is not the only person named Ling here.
Before the song ended, Ling Yu failed to defeat Nian Yiren.
But Ling Tian has defeated Nian Yiren!
Following Nian Yiren's words, everyone on the embankment turned to look at Ling Tian.
Nian Yiren then added another explanation, "Before Mr. Qin's song ended, the little girl had been defeated by Mr. Ling Tian. He was also the only one who defeated the little girl before the song ended."
"Ling Tian?"
Ling Yu's expression changed slightly, his eyes were also locked on Ling Tian, and he asked Ling Tian with great displeasure, "Are you the Ling Tian the saint said?"
Ling Tian ignored Ling Yu's shouting questions. At this time, Bu Xiaoyao couldn't wait to confirm with Ling Tian, "Junior Brother Ling Tian, did you defeat Nian Yiren?"
"Um."
Ling Tian nodded.
"Amazing!"
Bu Xiaoyao laughed out loud, he was even happier than he had defeated Nian Yiren.
"this is nothing."
Ling Tian shook his head modestly, "Only when Nian Yi's cultivation level is at the same level as mine, can I defeat her."
"Who isn't?"
Bu Xiaoyao had an interesting look on his face.
Everyone and Nian Yiren fought in the illusion and suppressed their cultivation.
Only Ling Tian defeated Nian Yiren before the end of the song, which is enough to prove his strength in martial arts.
"Bastard, didn't you hear what I asked you?"
Ling Yu saw Ling Tian talking to Bu Xiaoyao but ignoring him. He was just unhappy at first and suddenly became a little angry.
Ling Tian sat upright in his seat, raised his head and glanced sideways at Ling Yu, "Your Majesty asked me knowingly, how do you want me to answer?"
"snort!"
Ling Yu said coldly, his eyes flashing with fighting intent, "The saint said that you are the number one genius here. I would like to know how strong the so-called number one is. Do you dare to fight with me?"
In terms of ranking on the Tao-seeking list, Ling Yu is the only one among the geniuses here who ranks among the top thirty-six on the Tao-seeking list in each domain.
But now, Nian Yiren said that Ling Tiancai was the number one among the geniuses here.
To Ling Yu's ears, these words were simply a humiliation to him.
How could he not prove himself on the spot?
Now, his desire to defeat Ling Tian is greater than seeing Nian Yiren's true appearance.