Who wouldn’t want to be number one on the Dragon List?
Lin Yun is naturally no exception. With his personality, if he were still in the Sword Sect, he would definitely strive for first place.
Either you don't come, or you have to fight for the first place when you come.
But right now, there is really no need to cause too much trouble. Seeing the Six Holy Lands and the Fourth Young Master fighting openly and secretly for the number one spot, you know how hot the title of number one is.
His identity is sensitive now, so there is no need to fight too hard.
However, if there is a chance, it is not a bad idea. Lin Yun is still very confident in the turtle transformation.
You can argue or not.
His current state is also quite special, and his nine thousand-foot dragon vein is astonishing.
The dragon tribulation came without paying attention. Lin Yun was not fully prepared for the tribulation yet. He was not sure how terrifying the nine thousand-foot dragon tribulation would be.
The most important thing is that Lin Yun has no confidence in his own strength now.
He has not fought with a real master for more than half a year, and he has no accurate judgment on how strong he is.
After practicing the art of music for so long, it must be hard to get used to the sudden switch.
The Langya Festival was just a small show, and compared to Ji Lingfeng and others, those people were still a little far behind.
"Everyone who can come to this martial arts tea party is a leader. I hope you don't care too much about winning or losing. Even if you lose, don't be afraid. As long as there is some progress in martial arts perception, you will have gained something and the trip will be worthwhile."
Qiu Shanjun said loudly: "Today, under this dragon list, I don't know which leader dares to be the first to appear!"
"Hahaha, then let me start! Cheng Xiong of Guiyun Sect is here, who wants to fight with me!"
Almost as soon as Mr. Qiu Shan finished speaking, a figure landed on the Thunder Blood Battle Stage like lightning.
Cheng Xiong's strength is very strong in the outside world, ranking within 5,000 on the Longyun Ranking, but he is not so conspicuous in this Thunder Blood Square.
The purpose of his first appearance is also very clear, which is to show his face first and gain some fame for himself.
Otherwise, with his strength, if he appeared midway, no one would remember him.
Moreover, this martial arts tea party is different from martial arts competitions and ring battles, and the atmosphere is relatively friendly.
He is also a well-known leader in the Dragon Ranking. Those who are ranked much higher than him will definitely not bother to take action against him. Those who are really willing to fight with him will definitely be ranked about the same or lower than him.
Therefore, the worst result is slightly inferior, and the loss will not be ugly.
"Xuankongdian Zhongying, come and meet you!"
brush!
A figure rose across the sky and came directly to the Thunder Blood Battle Platform.
Xuankong Palace and Guiyun Sect are both forces of the evil sea in the heavenly realm. If the foundation and Yaoguang are not included, their overall strength is almost the same as that of Jianzong.
The two of them were a hundred meters apart. After they bowed and bowed, a powerful aura instantly erupted from each of them.
Their eyes became extremely sharp, each looking for flaws in the other's energy.
Whoosh!
In the end, Cheng Xiong took the lead and killed him in a flash.
Two afterimages changed in mid-air, and the two quickly fought together. One used a spear and the other used a giant ax. The fight was extremely fierce.
Their respective cultivation levels are at the eighth level of the dragon vein, and the dragon vein is more than a thousand feet long.
It can be seen that the level of this martial arts tea party is indeed not low, and the dragon veins of just two people can be as huge as a thousand feet.
Moreover, these two people have only just reached 5,000 on the Longyun Ranking.
Of course, the Dragon Cloud Ranking does not distinguish between ages, and the dragon veins of many people who are two or three hundred years old will also stay on the list, covering the entire Eastern Wasteland.
Once they leave Thunder Blood Square, any of these two people who walk out can be said to be young heroes, and to call them monsters is not an exaggeration.
After half a stick of incense, Cheng Xiong, who used the giant ax, won, ending the competition.
The two of them made a good start, and then the leaders of various sects in the Eastern Wasteland appeared one after another.
Occasionally, there are even several battles going on at the same time.
The battle arena infected with the holy blood became extremely heated. When the fight was at its fiercest, stars even appeared. All kinds of ghost-level martial arts erupted into horrific phenomena, which opened the eyes of many people.
On the Sword Sect's side, swordsman Zhao Yan, senior brother Gu Ruochen, Gongsun Yan and others all couldn't bear it anymore.
Except for Zhao Yan, who won one game, everyone else lost.
This is normal!
After all, there are all monsters from the Long Yun List present. They have only left the ancient battlefield for more than half a year, and it has not even been a year yet.
Being able to fight these dragon list monsters in a lively and vigorous manner is pretty good.
If you give them some more time, they will definitely grow up.
What's more, Zhao Yan won!
"This guy is still the same as before."
Under the bamboo hat, Lin Yun looked at Zhao Yan in the distance and said softly.
Zhao Yan's eyes were dull, clearly staring at the battle platform, but there was no focus in his eyes, as if he was asleep.
It seemed as if the previous victory was an insignificant matter.
Lin Yun believed that if one day he mastered the Sky Sword Intention, Zhao Yan would definitely be able to master the Sword Intent with his persistence and simplicity.
The tea party continued, and the leaders of the Holy Land also appeared.
However, the leaders of the group, perhaps because of the appearance of the dragon list, appeared to be quite cautious and forbearing, and did not take the lead in appearing, as if they were competing for forbearance.
Lin Yun has no interest in other sects.
After that, several more people from Jian Zong appeared, but without exception, they all lost. Even Mu Xueqin lost when she appeared. Her opponent was Cheng Xiong who was the first to fight.
Lin Yun frowned slightly. The Golden Generation of the Sword Sect was destroyed eighteen years ago, and his vitality was still a bit too damaged.
As a result, the top masters of the Dragon Vein Realm were cut off from generation to generation. Today, this new generation still has too short a time to grow up.
"Is this the level of Sword Sect?"
The victorious Cheng Xiong raised a smile on his lips, looked back, and said softly: "It's not enough, there are still people who can fight with me again!"
Some people like to pick the weakest persimmons, and Cheng Xiong is one of these people.
Although the overall strength of the Sword Sect is not very strong, its background is amazing, and with Yaoguang in charge, it is very famous throughout the Eastern Wilderness.
For such a soft persimmon, the presence is quite strong.
As expected, Cheng Xiong's provocation immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"Jian Jingtian has become the king of heaven, the whereabouts of Young Master Burian is unknown, and the Sword Sect lacks a leader, so it is still not very successful."
"It's quite sad to say that this martial arts tea party can be so lively because of Jian Jingtian, but today the Sword Sect has no sense of existence at all."
"The world is so shocked that it is far away, and the buried flowers cannot be chanted. The Yaoguang lineage has no successor!"
Some people talked in low voices and even read out a limerick. However, most people had a rather pity look on their face and did not look down on him too much.
It's just a bit disappointing that the prestigious Sword Sect can even provoke Cheng Xiong.
If Jian Jingtian was still there, not to mention Cheng Xiong, the four gentlemen present and the people from the Six Holy Lands combined would not dare to fart.
Jian Zong and others looked embarrassed, just when Ye Ziling couldn't help it.
"I'll meet you."
Zhao Yan stood up, dodged, and landed on the Thunder Blood Battle Stage again.
Whoosh!
Without any nonsense, Zhao Yan drew his sword and swept past.
Clang Clang Clang!
The holy sword and the giant ax collided, creating dazzling sparks, and the figures of the two were so fast that they made an extremely harsh sound through the air.
After dozens of moves, Cheng Xiong held the giant ax in both hands and struck again.
boom!
His cultivation at the eighth level of Dragon Vein exploded, putting Zhao Yan, who was at a disadvantage in cultivation, at a huge disadvantage.
Before the giant ax could land, it was knocked back several steps by the air wave.
Bang!
However, Zhao Yan finally blocked this blow.
He was very calm, always looking for the opponent's flaw, and stabbed the weakest part of the opponent's attack with his sword, breaking the attack with the strongest edge.
Cheng Xiong was extremely surprised, and his moves couldn't help but become more ferocious.
On the scene, Cheng Xiong had the advantage, but Zhao Yan always found the best time to draw his sword, struck last, arrived first, and stayed calm in times of danger.
Under the circumstances, Cheng Xiong's mood gradually became chaotic.
We can't go on like this!
"Open the Sky!" Cheng Xiong shouted loudly and launched a ghost-level killing move. The majestic dragon essence evolved into a vast and terrifying vision.
In the chaos, a giant ax opened the sky, and three thousand stars bloomed at the same time.
But who knew that in the face of this majestic blow, Zhao Yan remained calm in the face of danger. He quickly swung his sword on the spot, and figures burst out from his body. The figure's sword light moved around like ink strokes.
"mysterious!"
When the giant ax fell, he struck a sword with his backhand, and an ancient mysterious character appeared.
Bang!
The giant ax fell on the sword like a mountain, and the sword trembled slightly and bounced back.
Phew!
Caught off guard, Cheng Xiong was defeated on the spot and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this..."
Cheng Xiong fell to the ground, with a hideous wound on his chest, which was caused by his own giant axe.
[This chapter is a bit short, it doesn’t matter, I will continue writing, but it will be very late, very late, so don’t wait, I will read it tomorrow morning after a good sleep. 】
