The second day's semi-finals were relatively more lively than the first day's preliminary rounds. In addition to the one hundred people selected from the outer sect, there were twenty-eight more people who entered the semi-finals who appeared out of nowhere.
The disciple who came.
Li Lu stood in the corner of the crowd and looked at these twenty-eight people, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old. However, their energy and blood were particularly strong, and they were obviously not people to be trifled with.
Li Lu used the [Eye of Truth] to investigate and found that among these people, even the lowest one had reached the seventh level of strength training, but there were three guys in the Qi Condensation Realm!
These people were obviously disciples who were secretly taken into the sect by some elders. Some were taken in from their wanderings over the years, while others were adopted since they were children.
The Qingyi Sect has a thousand-year foundation. Naturally, it is impossible to select elite disciples only from the outer sect. If you want to become truly powerful, you will naturally have to spend a lot of hard work!
But Li Lu naturally didn't care about this. Among these people, no one's level could match his.
Yang Peng stood next to Li Lu. He had obviously noticed the arrival of these people. He was already an eighth-level monk, and his vision was naturally good. Although he felt nervous when looking at these people, he felt even more excited.
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Yang Peng had been practicing hard in Qingyi Sect for three or four years, and what he was waiting for was this opportunity to get ahead!
Half of the arenas in the dojo have been removed, and the sixty-four arenas are lined up every few hundred meters, which looks particularly impressive!
Only an immortal sect as powerful as the Tsing Yi Sect can produce such a magnificent formation.
In this competition, not only were the sixty-four referee elders stationed, but Elder Wan, who they had met once before, was also sitting on the main seat, obviously paying more attention to it than yesterday.
The sound of war drums was heard, and the crystal balls in the hands of the sixty-four elders suddenly changed rapidly, and a person's name flashed in it.
After a few seconds, the crystal ball froze immediately.
The elder on the first stage shouted: "Hequan, Juanman. Come on stage!"
Immediately, a man and a woman walked out from the crowd, kicked twice, and stood on the ring.
"Liu Huan, Jia Ping. Come on stage!"
"..."
"Yang Peng, Li Xi. Come on stage!"
Hearing his name, Yang Peng felt relieved. He was unfamiliar with Li Xi's name. He thought he was a well-rounded guy.
"Come on." Li Lu patted Yang Peng's shoulder heavily and said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry. I will go all out!" Yang Peng smiled easily and walked straight to the ring where his name was called.
When Li Lu saw him walking away, he didn't stop for much, turned around and walked towards the ring.
The arena he was in was at No. 34. As soon as he walked up, a young man in Tsing Yi was already standing in it.
This man is less than a year older than Li Lu, but he is taller, a head taller than Li Lu. On his waist is a three-foot-long thin sword. Just one glance,
I know he's not a character to be trifled with.
Li Lu looked at this man and couldn't help but be stunned. This man named He Qing was exactly one of the twenty-eight disciples.
Using the [Eye of Truth], He Qing's cultivation level was already clear to his mind.
"Ninth level of strength training?"
Li Lu felt reassured and couldn't help but bring up a smile.
As an inner disciple of the Tsing Yi Sect, He Qing already had a sense of arrogance. The elder on the stage had not yet spoken. When he saw the smile on the corner of Li Lu's mouth, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "You
If you want to admit defeat now, it's still too late! It's not a shame to be timid before fighting under my subordinates, He Qing."
When Li Lu heard this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. He cursed in his heart a fool, but his face remained calm. He clenched his fists and said, "Please give me some advice, Senior Brother He."
Seeing Li Lu's ungrateful look, He Qing thought that he must let this reckless guy have a taste of his power. He subconsciously showed a weird smile.
"That's it. Start!"
The elder shouted softly, but He Qing stood there motionless. He turned to Li Lu arrogantly and said: "Take out your weapon, I will give you three moves first."
"Is this okay?" Li Lu innocently blinked his eyes, showing a harmless look.
"You only have these three chances." He Qing chuckled, as if to show his magnanimity, and took a long step, as if he wanted to step forward and hit Li Lu.
Li Lu saw that he was pulling as hard as 258,000 yuan, and he finally suppressed the urge to laugh. He clasped his fists again and said, "Junior brother is short of money and doesn't have any weapons. Since senior brother is willing to give me three moves,
You’re welcome, junior brother…”
As soon as he finished speaking, the other person had already moved. The distance between the two was only five or six meters, and they were pulled closer by Li Lu in an instant. The speed of the punch was extremely fast, and it hit He Qing's chest in an instant.
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"Uh-"
He Qing's eyes blurred, and he couldn't see clearly what happened. Then a particularly painful feeling spread out, and he let out a suppressed scream in his throat, and he immediately took several steps back.
He finally stopped and looked at Li Lu with a shocked expression.
"This is the second move!" However, Li Lu didn't give him a chance to react. After saying this, he rushed forward again and punched He Qing directly in the face.
With a gust of wind, He Qing saw the fist rapidly enlarging in his pupils. When he was in a hurry, he didn't think much and immediately raised his hand to block it.
But who is Li Lu? His strength is that it is difficult for monks at the fifth level of Qi training to compare with him. He Qing's cultivation is only at the ninth level of Qi training. Faced with such a monster Li Lu, naturally he can only be defeated.
It's your fair share.
Boom!
Li Lu's fist hit He Qing's arm firmly, and with just a slight touch, He Qing felt as if his hands were useless and there was no feeling at all.
Moreover, although he blocked Li Lu's fist, his remaining strength allowed him to kick back a few steps again.
Li Lu took advantage of the victory to pursue, jumped in the air, quickly approached He Qing, and hit He Qing's lower abdomen with a scud.
"ah--"
With such a scream, He Qing's figure immediately flew out sideways, even spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the edge of the ring with a bang.
It was as if the internal organs were being twisted together, and He Qing felt excruciating pain all over his body. Only now did he realize that he had underestimated the enemy, and it was quite serious! His heart was full of resentment, and Li Lu was already angry.
He is so powerful that he actually plays the trick of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
He was so angry that he put his hands on the ground. When he thought about it, the pain in his lower abdomen intensified and he fell to the ground again. He didn't have any strength anymore, so he just curled up into a ball and sucked in cold air.
Li Lu stood on the ring calmly, clapped his hands, and still had a harmless smile on his face.