() The next day, under the arena, there were a lot of people. Most of them were disciples of the Dao generation, and among them were some disciples of the Tianzi generation who had nothing to do.
"I heard that Tianxian's nephew won first place yesterday. Tianyi was unable to participate due to poisoning. It's a pity."
"Yes, Junior Nephew Tianmen is indeed a bit vicious. Otherwise, it is still unclear whether the number one position belongs to Junior Nephew Tianxian."
Under the clear sky, there are still clouds and mist surrounding the mountain, adding a lot of aura to this fairy mountain.
On the stage, the host was hosted by a disciple of the Taoist generation, which was much simpler than the host of the Tianzi generation yesterday. His speech was much simpler and he could finish the explanation in just a few sentences.
As for the disciples of the Dao generation, most of them are over forty years old, and the youngest is thirty years old. Therefore, the disciples of the Dao generation can be considered an older group of disciples.
The Daozi generation is a five-person round-robin competition. Since the Daozi generation is stronger than the Tianzi generation, the competition time is longer than that of the Tianzi generation. Therefore, the number of people competing is much smaller. Therefore, every time
A disciple of a real person can only choose one disciple of the Taoist generation to participate.
Therefore, in terms of seniority, they should be Lingxiao, Lingzi, Lingji, Linghui, and Lingqin. Therefore, the corresponding contestants of the Dao generation are Lingxiao's disciple Dao Qian, Lingzi's disciple Daokong,
Ling Ji’s disciple Li Ling, Ling Hui’s disciple Dao Xia, Ling Qin’s disciple Dao Yun.
After the five people came on the stage, cheers came from below. Among them, after all, they had their own masters and junior brothers, so they were naturally jubilant.
"Senior Brother Dao Qian, we support you."
"Daokong! You are the best."
"Daoxia, you are the most beautiful."
"Dao Yun, show your true ability, we support you."
"Uncle Li Ling, we support you."
Alas, it's tragic that Li Ling's master, Master Ling Ji, only accepted him as a disciple, and the only ones who cheered him up were Li Ling's fans!
The five people on the stage were each holding Taixu Guan's famous swords. Only Li Ling was holding a scabbard that looked very rusty.
The four of them looked at the sword in Li Ling's hand, feeling contempt in their hearts.
"This Li Ling is holding a rusty sword in his hand."
"How come the scabbard of this sword is so rusty? Humph, you can still be the disciple of the Contemplator like this. The Contemporary Master is really blind."
"Garbage, garbage."
"Hmph, let's see how I deal with you Li Ling later."
Everyone was fundamentally jealous and disapproving of Li Ling, who had become a Taoist disciple when he first arrived.
Li Ling looked at the strange looks from the other four people and just smiled slightly.
At the beginning of the competition, Dao Qian was the strongest and was set as the champion, and the other four competed in pairs.
Therefore, Li Ling met a female Taoist nun, Linghui's disciple, Daoxia.
"Hey, we are really enemies on a narrow road. Yesterday I offended Linghui's Master Miejie, and today I met Master Miejie's apprentice. This is fate." Li Ling sighed helplessly in his heart.
Dao Xia looked at Li Ling with eyes full of hatred and contempt.
In fact, Daoxia herself is already thirty-six years old, but due to the aura of Lingshan, she has taken good care of herself, and her skin is still very good and smooth. Although it is not as smooth as skin, it is white, tender and elastic.
The players who appeared in the first game were Li Ling and Dao Xia.
"Senior Sister Daoxia, Junior Brother is here to give you a gift." Li Ling felt that he still had to say something in the scene, otherwise the old fox would say that he didn't give him face.
"Hmph." Dao Xia did not return Li Ling's gift, but snorted coldly with disdain in her eyes.
Li Ling felt aggrieved. What kind of senior sister is this? She is so arrogant.
"Look at the sword." Dao Xia drew her sword in an instant. The speed of the sword was extremely fast, and the angle was tricky, giving Li Ling no chance to prepare.
Li Ling held Long Yuan in his hand and never thought about using the sword of a former sword demon to deal with a Taoist girl.
So, she raised her finger and flicked the fierce sword body with one finger. However, the sword Dao Xia used was one of Taixu Guan's famous swords, Zhui Ming.
When Dao Xia saw that Li Ling did not draw his sword, she thought that the other party was looking down on her, so she became even more arrogant. Suddenly, she did not spare any effort in drawing her sword, and all her moves were the most brutal moves.
Suddenly, above the scene, Daoxia's figure was seen flying back and forth, left and right, and she drew her sword extremely quickly. She was an extremely difficult master to deal with.
In order to be able to resist the opponent's sword attack immediately, Li Ling closed his eyes completely and relied on his sensitive sense to deal with the opponent's sword moves. Therefore, he could always hit the opponent's sword by flicking his fingers.
body.
"You...haven't drawn your sword yet." Dao Xia became angry in embarrassment.
"I didn't draw my sword because I was afraid of hurting you." Li Ling sighed slightly and flicked away Dao Xia's sword from the left with one finger.
"You look down on people." Dao Xia threw the sword with great force. Li Ling flicked his finger, and there was a sound of impact, and the life-seeking sword was bounced back along the same path.
Dao Xia caught the sword and advanced the sword again. Li Ling bent her fingers and flicked it again, and the move bounced away again.
"Hey, Senior Uncle Li Ling is so arrogant towards Senior Uncle Daoxia. It seems that he is showing pity for you." A disciple of Tianzi generation sighed slightly.
"But, Master Li Ling, with all this bouncing back and forth, when will we be able to tell the winner?"
Some of the Dao disciples felt that Li Ling knew how to act cool, and they were extremely jealous. In their eyes, Li Ling was simply teasing their junior sister Dao Xia.
Another hour passed, and above the scene, in the sea of cold winter fog, the battle between the two sides still had no winner.
"Li Ling, draw your sword." Dao Xia is Ling Hui's direct disciple after all, and will not use poison or deception like Tianmen does. Therefore, the battle is still a draw until now.
"Do you really want me to draw the sword?" Li Ling held the rusty scabbard in his hand and sighed slightly.
"If I want you to draw your sword, you will draw your sword. Even if I lose, I won't blame you." Dao Xia said angrily.
Li Ling began to feel conflicted in his heart. He didn't know whether he should draw his sword or not, but he still hesitated.
The most puzzling thing is Ling Ji sitting on the referee's bench. Li Ling is Ling Ji's apprentice. Ling Ji knows best what kind of sword Li Ling has, but the sword with a rusty scabbard that Li Ling took out today is his.
He had never seen it before, but Lingji felt vaguely in his heart that this sword was definitely not trivial, otherwise, Li Ling would have drawn the sword in the first place.
"Li Ling, you really shouldn't be disrespecting your opponent so much. Since I used my sword and used the most powerful moves against you, you should also use your most powerful moves against me. However, you don't even know how to use a sword."
It would be a great insult to me." Dao Xia withdrew her sword and stood opposite Li Ling and said.
Li Ling thought in his heart, in fact, what Senior Sister Daoxia said made some sense.
"Well, you have to be careful." Li Ling was helpless, feeling that it was impossible without drawing his sword.
"Master Uncle Li Ling is finally about to draw his sword. However, what is the mystery inside the rusty scabbard? Master Li Ling has been refusing to draw his sword."
"Maybe it's a sword with infinite power?"
"Hmph, I think he is just a piece of junk. He is afraid of being embarrassed, so he never comes out."
Suddenly, above the arena, a dazzling mysterious light rose into the sky, and a sword shone brightly. From the rusty scabbard, it drew out like a divine dragon, and the roar of the dragon echoed around the world.
There was really a dragon roar that shook the heaven and earth, and a sword roaring across the mountains and rivers, and clouds thousands of miles away.
"The Long Yuan Sword is out of its sheath." Li Ling pulled out the Long Yuan Sword. Immediately, the arena was more sharp than the Long Yuan Sword itself, creating a ravine more than one meter deep and ten meters long.
Dao Xia was immediately shocked on the spot. The five real people on the referee's bench were shocked. Qingyi even set her eyes on the sword shining with mysterious light. The audience in the audience was even more stunned and said
