Seeing with their own eyes Ma Long's slightly provocative gestures and arrogant challenge, everyone present was stunned.
One person wants to challenge hundreds of people in the audience. This kind of behavior is too crazy!
"Did I hear you correctly? Uncle Yin... Grand Master Yinlong wants to challenge all of us?!"
"You heard it right, I heard it clearly too, you want us to come together. This... this is so disrespectful!"
"Even if his seniority is Grand Master Uncle, his cultivation level is still at the bottom here!"
Judging from the immortal energy released by Ma Long using the "Rain Prayer Technique" just now, people around him have also noticed that Ma Long has entered the Nascent Soul stage from the Dancheng stage, and is still at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage. Although everyone is not aware of this
The terrifying speed of this kind of cultivation is surprising, but for someone with this level of cultivation to dare to challenge all the disciples in the same hall, this behavior is simply ridiculous!
Let's not talk about people like Yin Zhangqiu who have reached the sixth level of Yuanying. Just those who have reached the fifth level of Yuanying, there are no less than twenty people in the hall. When Ma Long reached the third level of Yuanying, he was in Quan Ding Hall
Although he is no longer at the bottom, his ranking is still at the bottom.
"How can he be so arrogant when he has just been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage?! Does he think he has achieved enlightenment and become an immortal!"
At this time, the eyes of all the disciples in Dingtang fell on their teacher Yin BuGong, and everyone looked eager to try.
Yin Bugong was surprised to see so many pairs of eyes looking at him. Seeing that the situation was a little beyond his control, it also gave him a headache.
In this kind of competition, occasionally a practitioner with outstanding qualifications will propose a one-on-one one-on-three challenge in order to pursue further progress. The cultivation level of the fellow disciples is not too big, and it is only a pair at most.
Five-hit war of attrition, this kind of scene usually occurs on Sundays, when the leader or elders are watching. In order to attract the attention of the upper-class people, they forcefully use less to fight more.
But this kind of less-versus-many competition is a challenge that the strongest disciple in each hall poses to the junior disciples below. A situation like Ma Long's situation where not only the few versus the many, but also the weak versus the strong is
This has never happened before, not to mention that he is challenging all the disciples of the same hall!
Although Yin Bugong didn't quite understand how Ma Long jumped from the Alchemy stage to the third level of the Nascent Soul stage in less than a week, but even if his cultivation level increased greatly, he could defeat Yin Zhangqiu with one move.
It is a bit too optimistic for one person with this kind of cultivation to challenge hundreds of people. Apart from anything else, if Yin Zhangqiu had just one or two helpers around him, the outcome would have been unpredictable. But if there were hundreds of helpers, the group would be
If you beat someone, you won't kill him!
However, in the expectant eyes of all his disciples, Yin Bu Gong didn't want to dampen everyone's interest. Besides, this was a challenge proposed by Ma Long himself. It shouldn't have anything to do with him, right? Last week, Yin Bu Gong was arrested because of Ma Long.
He ran two hundred times around the island and still couldn't use his immortal energy. He ran for several days and his legs were still a little numb. It would be a lie to say that he didn't resent Ma Long in his heart. Since Ma Long didn't overestimate his ability and committed suicide,
He was also happy to watch a good show, and he was able to vent his anger at that time.
So, Yin Bugong said loudly: "Since Master Yinlong wants to give guidance to all of you, come on together." He deliberately described this sparring as "guiding", or as "master uncle" giving guidance to all the disciples.
", all of a sudden the responsibility was completely eliminated. Even if it caused the death of someone, it had nothing to do with him. This time, no one attacked him, but he made the request himself.
After receiving the master's permission, the disciples agreed one after another and jumped onto the stone platform while shouting.
Everyone said in unison: "Please give me some advice, Grand Master!" Everyone took this sentence as a joke.
Shitai is not a big place to begin with, but when there are hundreds of people there, it suddenly becomes overcrowded.
The disciples in other halls around them were all watching, and wanted to suggest that the stage should be moved to the big stone platform in the central square, but before they could say anything, the battle on the stone platform had already begun.
Ma Long was trapped in the middle of the stone platform. Seeing more and more people around him, he felt infinite fighting spirit in his heart.
He hadn't recovered from the fucking thing last night, and he just wanted to take this opportunity to vent his frustration, and just give it a try and test the potential of the Seventy-Two Disha Techniques in actual combat.
Although there were a large number of people to face, Ma Long did not lose his mind when he raised the challenge. After two battles and careful observation in the past two weeks, he found that these junior disciples, even the intermediate disciples, mainly practiced Kung Fu.
The basics of fighting are mainly based on magic, but he lacks tricks in terms of fighting skills. In addition to fire control, this single fighting method also gives Ma Long an opportunity. Otherwise, he would not be able to defeat Yin Zhangqiu with one move twice.
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Now Ma Long possesses twenty-seven of the seventy-two Disha skills, and can use various abilities with ease. In a chaotic group battle like this, he does not necessarily suffer.
Dozens of people who were the first to take the stage had already begun to release their fairy energy and gather fireballs. They knew that Ma Long had the ability to control rain, but in the face of the flames gathered by hundreds of people, no matter how heavy the rain was, they could not extinguish so much fire. Every time
Everyone tried their best to make the fireball as perfect as possible.
For a moment, the entire stone platform seemed to have turned into a purgatory full of flames, with flames soaring into the sky. Groups of released and gathered fireballs appeared frequently in front of everyone's eyes. The heat emitted by these fireballs at the same time made the surrounding people watch.
Some disciples with low cultivation couldn't help but retreat to avoid the heat.
This time, of course, Ma Long would not wait for them to gather hundreds of fireballs and then get beaten. Now that everyone was about to take action, Ma Long was not polite, roared, and took the lead in using the growth technique.
Ma Long's body began to gradually become larger, taller and stronger. As his cultivation level increased, each of his seventy-two Earthly Evil Techniques became stronger. Ma Long in the Nascent Soul stage, compared to the Dan Cheng stage, used these techniques.
The height of this ability increased by at least one meter. After a while, Ma Long's height grew to nearly five meters.
As Ma Long's height continued to increase, everyone onlookers raised their heads and exclaimed in varying degrees.
Earthshaking!
After Ma Long's body reached its limit, he looked down at the crowd and stamped his thick thigh heavily on the ground. Immediately, there was a huge footprint. Then, there were cracks in the ground around him, and there was a loud bang, and a corner of the stone platform exploded.
Collapse. The disciples who had just stood in the direction of the collapse fell down without any precautions. In an instant, more than twenty disciples were defeated.
Yin Bugong stood in the audience, looking at Ma Long who seemed to have turned into a giant in an instant. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, an old voice came to his ears.
"No disrespect, what's going on!"
Yin Bugong was shocked and quickly turned around to see an old man in white walking towards the side of the field while talking.
