"So that's it. The soul power genius that was rumored a few days ago seems to be him..." In the player area, a young man with half a silver mask drank tea and said leisurely. Judging from his demeanor and behavior, it seemed that he was
He didn't take this group stage to heart. The mask he wore was very strange, only covering the small half of his face on the right side of his nose. Judging from the exposed face, he looked like a handsome man with a slightly feminine aura.
The masked young man does have pride. His cultivation has reached the late stage of pulse condensation. He is a core disciple of Qixuan Valley Fantasy Sect and one of the seed players of the sixth group.
There is a huge difference in strength between the core disciples of Qixuan Valley and the ordinary disciples. The core disciples themselves have good talents, and coupled with sufficient resources, their strength is often several times higher than that of ordinary disciples.
"Why, brother is interested in this kid?" Next to the masked young man, a young man was carrying a teapot and pouring water for the masked young man at any time, looking extremely attentive.
"He's not worthy of my interest yet, but I happen to know how to attack souls, so I can practice with him."
"Brother looks up to him so much. The soul attack he used against a boy who is at the peak of bone forging is really overkill." The young man seized the opportunity to flatter him. This young man was just an ordinary disciple of Qixuan Valley, and Qixuan Valley provided
The resources of ordinary disciples are simply not comparable to those of core disciples, so many ordinary disciples hugged the thighs of core disciples, hoping that a little leakage from their fingers would be enough for them to use for a while.
"Hmm? It's my turn."
The masked man heard the referee calling him. He stood up from his position and walked onto the ring. When he saw his opponent, his eyes lit up.
I'm so lucky. I met a beautiful woman in the first game, and she's so young and has such a high level of cultivation. It's really the best.
"My dear Huanzong Bi Tinghua, beauty, do you want to admit defeat on your own? Or should I ask you to admit defeat?" Bi Tinghua said with a smile. The girl in front of him only had the cultivation level of the middle stage of bone forging. She was one level behind him.
, there is no way he can be his opponent.
Qin Xingxuan gritted her teeth. She didn't expect that she would encounter such a strong opponent as soon as she came up.
"Xingxuan, admit defeat!"
Lin Ming shouted in the audience that Lin Ming could probably estimate Qin Xingxuan's strength. He could defeat opponents in the early stage of pulse condensation at most, but could not defeat the warriors in the middle stage of pulse condensation. What's more, the opponent's cultivation had reached the late stage of pulse condensation, and he was not
Ordinary late stage of pulse condensation.
Taking a breath, Qin Xingxuan said with some reluctance: "I admit defeat."
"Bitinghuasheng!"
The referee announced that he had lost the game without a fight, and Qin Xingxuan was somewhat frustrated.
Lin Ming patted Qin Xingxuan's shoulder lightly and said, "There is nothing to be depressed about. You are only fifteen years old and you have plenty of time. The stage will be yours in three years."
"Yeah." Qin Xingxuan nodded, feeling better.
Bi Tinghua was still a little regretful at first. She looked at Lin Ming and then at Qin Xingxuan. He suddenly grinned. It seemed that the relationship between the two people was not simple. Now it was even more interesting. They were fighting in front of the beautiful girl.
Her lover fell into disgrace. What could be more interesting than this?
When Bi Tinghua came off the stage, his follower immediately came up to greet him and said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations to Brother Tinghua on your victory."
"It's just a little girl. I can't even beat her, so what's the comparison? However, this little girl's talent is really good. She is also top-notch among the core disciples of Qixuan Valley. I'm afraid she will be recruited into the main sect in advance."
Just as Bi Tinghua was thinking about it, the referee announced: "The sixth game, Qian Xiaohu vs. Ling Sen!"
Qian Xiaohu is the diligent tea-server beside Bi Tinghua. Although this guy focuses on flattering others, his own cultivation level is not too bad. He has reached the early stage of pulse condensation, and being able to pass the mountain gate proves that he still has two skills.
of.
When he heard that it was his turn to play, Qian Xiaohu stood up excitedly, "Brother, it's my turn. I'll come as soon as I go..."
Bi Tinghua didn't think much of Qian Xiaohu at first, but when he glanced at Qian Xiaohu's opponent's cultivation, he was stunned. In the early stage of bone forging? No, how did he pass the mountain gate? Could he be a warrior who is good at body skills?
At the gate of the mountain, warriors who specialize in body skills have a great advantage. Some warriors with average strength can get through with top-level body skills.
"Haha, brother, I'm so lucky. I met a guy who is in the early stage of bone forging, and he comes from the Thirty-six Kingdoms. I guess this guy is only good at body skills."
Even before Qian Xiaohu took the field, victory was already written on his face. He was a whole different level away. The opponent was still a warrior from the thirty-six countries, so there was no pressure at all.
"The game begins!"
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Qian Xiaohu grabbed Ling Sen with one claw, wanting to fight quickly. With his early stage of pulse condensation, if he couldn't defeat an early stage bone forging warrior from thirty-six countries in one second, that would be too much.
Shameful.
The younger brother must also prove the value of his existence. No older brother is willing to accept a loser as his younger brother.
Facing Qian Xiaohu's claw, Ling Sen walked steadily, without even pulling out the heavy sword on his back. His momentum exploded, and overwhelming murderous intent spread. The air in the arena suddenly became as thick as substance, and the killing field opened!
Qian Xiaohu only felt that the surrounding scenery changed, and he seemed to have arrived in the blood pool hell, facing countless Shura ghosts, screaming and rushing toward him.
Someone like Qian Xiaohu, who focuses on flattering others, doesn't have much in the way of martial arts. How could he break through Ling Sen's killing field?
Qian Xiaohu was confused, his steps were panicked, and his sword skills were full of flaws. In fact, he couldn't see Ling Sen at all now, and he was surrounded by Shura ghosts.
Ling Sen casually stepped in front of Qian Xiaohu and punched him.
"boom!"
Qian Xiaohu flew out, hit the protective shield hard, and fell to pieces.
"In the sixth game, Ling Sen wins!"
The referee took a deep look at Ling Sen. This Ling Sen surprised him even more than Lin Ming. His murderous intent was condensed into a domain. It was unbelievable that he could use his murderous intent to such an extent.
In the early stage of bone forging, he easily defeated his opponents in the early stage of pulse condensation. Although Qian Xiaohu's strength was average, he was a disciple of Qixuan Valley after all, and was much stronger than the ordinary warriors in the early stage of pulse condensation from the thirty-six countries.
The audience was a little confused, what's going on? Is Qian Xiaohu a monkey trick? Why do they just watch the other party knock him away with a punch?
Qian Xiaohu got up from the ground and ran off the court with a pale face. Thinking of the chaotic illusion just now, he was scared. He never dared to face Ling Sen again. It was as if he was fighting the Shura devil.
"Boss...I..." Qian Xiaohu was in shock. He lost to a warrior who was in the early stage of bone forging. He himself felt that he could not hold his head up.
Bi Tinghua ignored Qian Xiaohu and just looked at Ling Sen on the stage, touching her chin with one hand, "The warriors from the Thirty-six Kingdoms are becoming more and more interesting. I actually underestimated them."
The games were played one by one, with a group of twenty-one people. Each person would face fifteen games, and the finalists would be determined by the number of wins. Until the twelfth game, Lin Ming's eyes flashed.
Liang, "It turns out that there are such masters in the sixth group."
There were no direct disciples of Qixuan Valley in the six groups. Lin Ming originally thought that Bi Tinghua was the strongest one, but now he saw a true master, with peak pulse condensation cultivation, and his own aura was frightening.
Standing on the ring like a peerless sword, his eyes were like sword light, piercing people's hearts. As his opponent, even just looking at him would have to withstand tremendous pressure.
"Sword Master Jiang Lanjian, please advise!" Jiang Lanjian held the hilt of the sword with both hands and performed the duel ceremony of a warrior. Before that, he had been watching several opponents worthy of his attention in other competition areas. In his opinion, although Lin Ming
, Bi Tinghua had several pretty good masters, but these two were simply not enough to be his opponents, so there was nothing to pay attention to. It was not until his competition that Jiang Lanjian appeared.
"Please...please advise." Jiang Lanjian's unlucky opponent was an early-stage pulse-condensing warrior from the Huoluo Kingdom. His face looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he had already given up in his heart before even fighting.
"The game begins!"
After the referee gave the order, the Huoluo disciple raised his hand hesitantly, "I...I admit defeat."
If you know you can't beat someone, you don't have to humiliate yourself. If the difference in strength is not big, you can still give it a try and gain some experience. Now the difference in strength is like a chasm. If you beat someone, you will be defeated. You won't learn anything, so you might as well save your energy.
for the next game.
"Jiang Lanjian wins." The referee didn't have any surprises.
Jiang Lanjian turned around and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Lin Ming, but he only glanced at him and left alone without even stopping.
"Although Jiang Lanjian is not a direct disciple, his strength is not much worse than that of his direct disciples. In terms of combat effectiveness, the Sword Sect of Qixuan Valley has always been the strongest among all sects. I am really looking forward to fighting against Jiang Lanjian..." Lin Mingxin
The will to fight was ignited.
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"Chapter 21, Lin Ming versus Wang Wu!"
Finally it was the turn of Lin Ming and Wang Wu's gambling battle. As the referee made the announcement, Qin Ziya and the middle-aged man named Luo in the audience also cheered up. The two of them were sitting not far away when they heard the referee's announcement.
, the two looked at each other and saw a faint smile in each other's eyes.
Qin Ziya glanced at it and then turned to focus on the competition. The middle-aged man named Luo touched his chin and said to himself: "I admit that I underestimated Lin Ming, but it is not that easy to defeat Wang Wu. Just wait and see.
"
After Lin Ming instantly killed Chen Xiao, who was expected to hit the top 100 this time, Wang Wu also stopped his contempt. His cultivation was only one level higher than Chen Xiao. He must be cautious when facing Lin Ming, otherwise he would accidentally
The boat capsized in the gutter.
Before the competition even started, Wang Wu condensed his true energy outside his body, forming a substantial layer of light film. Such skills as the transformation of his true energy were naturally nothing to Wang Wu.
"Oh? True energy shield to defend against soul attacks. I didn't expect you to practice this kind of move?"
"Hmph, since I dare to accept your bet, of course I know something about you. I already knew about you using your soul power to defeat Ouyang Ziyun in Nanhua Tower, so how could I not be prepared!"
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