A man with red eyebrows looked at Lin Ming. This man was Yi Fan. He had a conflict with Lin Ming on the spirit ship. Eyes: The update is so fast. Come and make some spicy snacks to calm down the shock.
He didn't expect that Lin Ming would suddenly show up at the mobilization meeting in the original dream battlefield. Was he tired of living?
According to the rules of Xiaoji Palace, on such an important occasion, a low-level disciple jumped out and interrupted the deputy palace master's speech. This is a crime of great disrespect.
"Yu Luo, Yi Fan, do you know him?"
The white-robed elder looked at Yu Luo and frowned.
"Yes……"
Yu Luo nodded bravely. She looked at Lin Ming and said displeasedly: "Lin Mu, why don't you practice hard at the base? What are you doing here at the main peak?"
"Miss Yuluo." Lin Ming clasped his fists, "I heard that the original dream battlefield is about to open, and I want to get a quota to enter it. Did you know that there are no racial restrictions on entering the original dream battlefield?"
As soon as Lin Ming said this, the whole place fell silent.
Wanting to get a spot to enter the original dream battlefield, who does he think he is!
"Hahaha! It makes me laugh. You are so arrogant for a human race! There are only 9,300 people to enter the original dream battlefield. The list has been finalized three months ago. In addition to the 3,000 recommended places,
In addition, the remaining more than 6,000 places were determined by the Xiaoji Palace disciples holding a competition and going through layers of screening!"
"Every Little Ji Palace disciple who has obtained a quota is outstanding, dominating among the warriors of the same level, and arrogant to his generation! You actually want a quota for nothing, are you an idiot!!"
Yifan said with a wanton smile. Although his voice was arrogant, he also expressed the thoughts in the hearts of the soul clan warriors present. They all thought that Lin Ming was an idiot with a brain full of water.
"Oh? The quota has been determined?" Lin Ming did not expect this. Yu Luo had said before that you can enter the original dream universe from anywhere in the seventh level universe of the soul clan.
Now it seems that there is no limit to the location, but if you want to enter the original dream universe, there must be other restrictions, and not just anyone can enter.
Xiaoji Palace can only send in 9,300 people, so smaller forces may be able to send even fewer disciples.
Lin Ming's voice deepened and he said: "I just want to know. Are there any racial restrictions when entering the original dream universe?"
"So what if you don't? You have no qualifications at all!" Yifan sneered.
"Then... give me your qualifications!" Lin Ming looked at Yifan and said word by word: "Since the quota is determined by the sect competition, I am also a disciple of the sect. If I beat you, I will be qualified."
Is it ready?"
"You!! Looking for death!"
Hearing Lin Ming's arrogant words, Yifan became furious.
With a "clang" sound, Yifan's long sword was unsheathed and pointed directly at Lin Ming!
"Since you can't wait to die, I will help you!"
Yifan said and jumped into the air, his eyes locked on the position of Lin Ming's dantian.
Originally, due to Lin Ming's injury, the world inside his body was in chaos, but now that Lin Ming had recovered from his injuries, he did not deliberately hide the world inside his body, allowing Yifan to see Lin Ming's cultivation at a glance.
"What? Entering the Holy Lord stage for the first time? So you are a Holy Lord stage human being?"
Yifan's words shocked all the Xiaoji Palace disciples. They all looked at Lin Ming's Dantian, and they suddenly felt a faint cosmic aura.
That is the sign that the world inside the body turns into the starry sky and stars are born.
"The early stage of the Holy Lord?" A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Luo's beautiful eyes. It turned out that the Lin Mu he saved was a warrior in the early stage of the Holy Lord.
In the soul world, human warriors in the Holy Lord stage are rare.
Generally speaking, human warriors can barely break through the Holy Lord stage due to various luck and coincidences, coupled with their extremely high talents, and the Holy Lord stage is often the end of human cultivation. If you want to continue
It is almost impossible to further advance to the Kaio level.
"Hmph! So what about the Holy Lord Stage! No wonder you dare to sneak into the main peak. Do you think the Holy Lord Stage is great? In Xiaoji Palace, the Holy Lord Stage is nothing at all! What's more, you are still a human Holy Lord and you don't enter at all.
My eyes!"
The thing that Yifan looked down upon the most was the human warriors. Human warriors were really miserable in the soul world. They were generally no match for soul warriors of the same level. Even when facing soul warriors at a lower realm, they might not be able to win.
What's more, Yifan is still a leader among the core disciples of Xiaoji Palace. He has reached the peak of the late Soul Lord cultivation and is not far away from the Holy Lord realm.
He was able to get a place to enter the original dream battlefield, not through a competition, but through recommendation, and he got the token directly.
A talented disciple of the Kaio Holy Land is enough to cross the ranks and challenge him. Even the Holy Lord of the Soul Race is no match for him, and the Holy Lord of the Human Race. He can even kill easily!
"Senior Sister Yuluo, this person has a way of killing himself. It is reasonable for me to kill him. You can find another human race to study the virtual Dantian!"
Yifan said to Yuluo, and suddenly struck Lin Ming with his sword.
His sword struck Lin Ming's Heavenly Spirit, and the sword light burst out. In the sword light, Yifan also used his soul attack, in order to kill with one strike!
On such an occasion, with so many sect disciples watching, if Lin Ming could not be defeated with one blow, he would lose face even if he won.
At this moment, Lin Ming also took action.
Facing a person like Yifan, Lin Ming did not need to use any supreme divine power at all. He directly pointed at the gun, and a dazzling divine light emitted from his fingertips.
At that moment, many Xiaoji Palace disciples felt that they could not open their eyes. The terrifying divine light, like a materialized gun light, struck between their eyebrows, and they all felt that their souls were trembling.
"Peng!"
Blood sprayed, Yifan screamed and flew backwards, and the long sword in his hand also flew away.
His body flew hundreds of feet backwards like a meteor, and hit an ice sculpture hard, causing ice shards to fly up.
This scene that happened in the midst of lightning and flint caused the whole place to fall into silence.
The outcome of the battle was unexpected.
"Senior Brother Yi!"
Several disciples hurriedly ran over to investigate Yifan's situation.
Lin Ming held back. On the territory of Xiaoji Palace, he would certainly not take Yifan's life, but this blow was enough to keep him lying there for a while.
Now that Lin Ming has spoken out, if he wants to replace Yifan and enter the battlefield of the original dream, then it is of course the most appropriate thing to let him lie down seriously injured for a month or two.
"What's going on? What just happened?"
Many Xiaoji Palace disciples did not see clearly how Lin Ming took action.
"That human defeated Senior Brother Yifan with one blow! And he didn't use any weapons, he just faced the enemy with his bare hands!"
The disciples of Xiaoji Palace looked at each other, they all couldn't believe it. Yifan, who was ranked number one among the core disciples, was defeated like this.
Although Yifan is only in the late Soul Lord stage, his battles across levels have always been as simple as eating and drinking. No one would have any objection if he was said to be equivalent to a Soul Clan warrior in the Holy Lord stage.
But in front of that human being, he was defeated so completely, the gap was too big.
"This warrior from the human race is also a genius! As a king at the same level, I am afraid that he will not be in vain when facing the mid-stage Holy Lord and the late-stage Holy Lord from the Soul Tribe!"
"What you said is too exaggerated. If I go by what you said, wouldn't there be hope for him to break through to the Kaio realm?"
The realm king level can be said to be a legend in the minds of Xiaoji Palace disciples.
Over the past million years, the sect has accumulated the only two powerful Kaiōs left, and it will probably be difficult to train a Kaiō to take over in the future.
How easy is it to break through to the realm of kings?
"Anyway, he is definitely a master. I'm afraid he's not much worse than Senior Sister Yuluo!"
"Perhaps he can barely compare to Senior Sister Yuluo. Although he is the Holy Lord War Soul Lord and is a level ahead of Senior Brother Yifan, it is still unbelievable that he can win so easily. A human can actually reach this level...
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Lin Ming's shot just now was fired with his finger. Although it was only aimed at Yifan, the other warriors present felt as if they had been pierced by the light of the spear, and their hearts were horrified.
At this time, Yifan was still lying in the pile of ice slag, vomiting blood and water. He looked at Lin Ming, his vision blurred.
"You...you..."
"I just want your qualifications, and I'm not interested in killing you." Lin Ming's voice was cold. He no longer looked at Yifan, but at the Deputy Palace Master of Xiaoji Palace.
"Senior Deputy Palace Master, Yifan said before that there are no racial restrictions when entering the original dream universe, right?"
When questioned by Lin Ming, the old man in white robe looked very ugly.
If Lin Ming was from the Soul Clan and he defeated Yi Fan with one move, he would definitely be happy. He would regard Lin Ming as a treasure.
But Lin Ming is from the human race.
Although the disciples of the human race belong to the Xiaoji Palace in name, in fact, there are no senior members of the Xiaoji Palace who really regard the human race as their own. If they are not from my race, their minds must be different.
"Yes, there is no limit..."
The deputy palace master's voice was low, and he looked at Yu Luo.
Yu Luo was still in disbelief. She had never expected Lin Ming's strength.
Thinking of the place where Lin Ming was found before, Yu Luo felt a very strange feeling in his heart. Why was Lin Ming at the place where Bing Chi appeared and was seriously injured? Was it just a coincidence?
"Uncle Third Master, this is what happened..."
Yu Luo's lips moved slightly, and she quickly told the white-robed deputy palace master how she discovered Lin Ming using divine energy transmission.
The old man in white robes twitched his brows after hearing this.
Such an outstanding disciple was not from the soul clan, which made him very depressed.
Otherwise, if you cultivate it carefully, maybe it will be possible to break through to the realm king in the future.
The white-robed elder looked at the elders of Xiaoji Palace not far behind him.
These people were all senior elders of Xiaoji Palace. They looked at each other and asked for each other's opinions. Finally, the elder of Xiaoji Palace spoke.
"Let him participate in the original dream battlefield. Although he is a human race, as long as he holds the battlefield token of Xiaoji Palace, he will be considered a disciple of my Xiaoji Palace. Among the 9,300 people participating in the original dream battlefield this time, except for
Except for Yu Luo and a few others, I'm afraid no one can catch up with this human being. Let him go and he can hold up the scene."
"Are you supporting the scene... Alas, the human race is stronger than us. Has Xiaoji Palace fallen to this point? It is really sad that we have to rely on the younger generations of the human race to support the scene."
The elders of Xiaoji Palace said one after another that their words confirmed Lin Ming's qualifications to enter the Original Dream Battlefield.