Circles of weakening, sputtering out tens of thousands of tiny fire points.
Swirling and fluttering.
Reflecting the sky, Suning's resolute and cold face was reflected.
"This kid..."
On the second stage, Lei Zhan, who was temporarily acting as a bystander, took a deep breath and secretly smacked his tongue: "This, is this really the extraordinary sword power given by the semi-immortal technique?"
"With this sword, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is comparable to middle-grade immortals."
"How did he do it?"
Puzzled, Lei Zhan frowned and continued to watch: "Fortunately, his opponent was the masked woman. Fortunately, he didn't draw number two."
"I, I am indeed not as good as him."
"Disregarding the appearance of the law and the level of the immortal body, this person's comprehension ability is incredible. Tsk, no wonder he will be picked up by Dragon Phoenix, who is ranked sixth."
"Not to mention the older generation, among the younger generation, except for the Zhimingshu and Yuanzulong who have not yet entered the world, it seems that no one can beat him."
"Lu Tangtang from the Phoenix Realm, Jiu Xi from the Yuehua Immortal Realm, and Meng Tianjiao from the Wuchen Immortal Realm."
"This group of people, these monsters who are so dazzling now, they have at most a thousand years to be proud of."
"A thousand years from now, Suning will surely be the number one among the younger generation."
"Master is right, if you don't kill this boy, there will be endless troubles."
"He may not be able to become the Jiang Lin'an he was six thousand years ago, and he may not be able to reach the next level of semi-sacred realm."
Lei Zhan was talking to himself without setting up a soundproof mask, so his opponent Hu Shulin could hear every word he said.
The thin young man holding a red bone flute sneered coldly: "A thousand years?"
"A mere tenth grade true immortal, does it take a thousand years for Suning, who possesses the dragon and phoenix dharma, has condensed into at least an eighth-level immortal body, and has been inherited by Jiang Lin's Ministry of Security, and whom Emperor Luo Chen regards as his own son?"
"Jiang Changnian and Qiao Wantang, one of these two is Jiang Linan's biological sister, and the other is Jiang Linan's unmarried wife."
"Who outside the Demon Buried Mountains knows their attitude towards Suning?"
"The resources of the three realms can be mobilized at will and used inexhaustibly. This is something Lu Tangtang, Jiu Xi, and Meng Tianjiao can compare to?"
"Looking at the Eight Hundred Immortals, who can compare with Suning in terms of backing and foundation?"
"Furthermore, you foolishly ignored his third uncle, Su Xinglan, who became a disciple of Gu Changxiao, the ancestor of the Martial Hall."
"Use your brain and open up your wisdom, okay?"
"Who is Gu Changxiao? For no reason, why would he accept an ant from a small world who has ascended to the immortal world as his direct disciple?"
"There is no reasonable explanation, do you think it makes sense?"
The corners of his mouth were raised, looking contemptuous.
Hu Shulin said sarcastically: "The causal connection between Jiang Lin'an and Suning is true and false, false and true. As outsiders, we see it through the fog and are unaware of it."
"But I'm sure that the Jiang Clan who received the news have already regarded Suning as one of their own."
"Even without the resources provided by the Phoenix Realm, Shuiyun Immortal Realm, and Wuchen Immortal Realm, the Jiang family, which ranks first among the Sixteen Immortal Clan, is enough to support Suning's daily training expenses."
"No one can compare to this."
Feeling envious, Hu Shulin fixed his gaze on the No. 1 arena, locking on the majestic sword intent that was about to explode, and said with a slightly sour tone: "It may take a thousand years for others to step onto the tenth level of the True Immortal, but he, he won't
More than six hundred years ago."
"Fortunately, he and I are not enemies and will not stand on opposite sides."
Lei Zhan was frightened when he heard this meaningful sentence.
He subconsciously clenched the Thunder Flame Hammer and said fiercely: "If we can't be friends, then we are enemies."
"Six hundred years is enough before the enemy has fledged."
Hu Shulin was too lazy to answer, so he put the bone flute to his mouth, yawned and said, "In this situation, I would like to play a song for you."
"Title of Song: Seeking Death."
"Woo..."
The sound of the flute is clear and melodious.
The sound echoed in Arena No. 2 and spread throughout the cave world.
Until he met the long sword, and in the continuous sword light it shed, the sound of the flute was forced to interrupt.
The nine-character literary prison technique failed to produce the crucial ninth character after all.
The word "Prison" guarding the center, was destroyed by the endless sword power, shining and extinguishing again and again.
It's a battle of skills between Suning and the masked woman, and a conspiracy between the two of them to gain the upper hand and suppress the other.
