"Sister Xie, what you said is wrong. All of us cultivators know that once you reach the realm of a grandmaster and want to break through and advance to the holy level, you cannot do without cultivation resources." A young disciple couldn't help but
He said unconvinced.
"Really? Zhuo Fanglin, let them see what a true genius is." Xie Feiying said to her loyal follower.
"Yes, senior sister." Zhuo Fanglin straightened his neck and glanced at the disciples with disdain, looking arrogant like a villain who has succeeded.
He has been pretending to be a grandson since he came to Tianyu and joined the Piaomiao Clan. It’s time for him to feel proud.
Others didn't take it seriously. Besides, even if Zhuo Fanglin really did something, Xie Feiying, why are you so loud?
The Three Meridians Competition kicked off with a burst of laughter.
In the second competition, Ye Xiaoqi tried her best to defeat a Zhuxi Valley disciple, but then resigned from the high platform. Although they were both at the holy level, Ye Xiaoqi relied on Ling Chuxi's elixir to win the competition before
He was promoted unexpectedly. In terms of foundation, he is still not as good as other holy masters. It is already very difficult to achieve such results.
After drawing lots again, the three disciples took turns to take the stage. For a moment, the shadows of swords on the high platform were moving, the energy was roaring, the lights were shining, and various martial arts and spells were brilliantly displayed, which was dizzying for everyone to see.
There are fewer and fewer disciples in the audience preparing to participate in the competition, and many weaker disciples have been eliminated.
So far, Hanqingchi and Zhuxigu have won seven games each, and they are evenly matched. If nothing unexpected happens, the final winner will definitely be born from Hanqingchi and Zhuxigu.
On the high platform, Zhao Dahai had just knocked his opponent away from Izumo. He was bending over the bucket, breathing heavily, and swaying his legs vigorously.
His opponent just now was a disciple from Zhuxi Valley. His strength was at the limit of the middle and late stages of the Holy Order. He was only a little short of reaching the late stage of the Saint Stage. To say it, he was much stronger than him.
However, in order not to be kicked out of the clan, Zhao Dahai tried his best, even using the strength to suck milk. He fought to the death with the idea that if he failed, he would succeed, and miraculously defeated his opponent.
Seeing Zhao Dahai like this, Ling Chuxi secretly sighed. Sure enough, there must be a brave man under strong pressure. If he wasn't afraid of being kicked out of the clan, he wouldn't be so desperate. His performance might be worse than Wei Yunfei of Huajian Valley.
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"Is there anyone who can challenge the next match?" Elder Tong shouted loudly. The progress of the competition completely deviated from his original idea. He thought that by joining forces with Huajian Valley, Hanqingchi would be able to suppress Hanqingchi until he couldn't lift his head.
Knowing that Han Qingchi had won eight games now, surpassing their Zhuxi Valley, he was a little anxious.
"Me!" A young voice sounded from the audience. Zhuo Fanglin jumped up and flew onto the high platform, looking at everyone in the audience with an arrogant expression.
"It's him. Isn't this Zhuo Fanglin? How dare he challenge Zhao Dahai?" There was a burst of confused exclamations from the audience.
Although Zhuo Fanglin is not very powerful, he is well-known in the Piaomiao Clan. He has been beaten twice by Ling Lao in just over a year since he came to the Piaomiao Clan. It is said that there was another time when Ling Lao did not take action.
, he himself broke his leg first. It is difficult for such a bad star to become famous.
It is said that this guy used to be a courtyard sweeper, but through some kind of bad luck, he was promoted to the holy rank and was even taken back as an inner disciple by Elder Jie.