He became more solemn than ever before, and his previous disdain disappeared in an instant.
Everything is because of these four words "Higashino Fangshi".
Ancient tribes, six ancient tribes.
Even if Chen Ling's surname is not Fang, if he dares to give this name, he must be a member of the Fang family.
Who dares to look down upon a random monk from the six ancient clans?
"Now there's something good to watch."
"A member of the ancient clan is extremely weak. If he loses, he won't be the only one who will be embarrassed."
"If the old man wins, hehe, he will be very embarrassed."
"I think that kid will definitely lose. Even if he is a member of the ancient tribe, his state is too scary."
…
The spectators just felt that the excitement was not big enough.
This scene is obviously interesting.
"please."
Chen Ling ignored what was going on outside the window and looked at Mu Yuanfeng and said calmly.
Mu Yuanfeng's eyes condensed and he stared at Chen Ling's face.
He is really extremely weak and cannot do anything false.
The worry in his heart subsided slightly, but he did not relax completely.
"Mu Yuanfeng, you old coward, if someone so weak scares you to this point, you can just hit him and die."
On the viewing platform in the distance, an extremely harsh and shrill laugh suddenly sounded.
Mu Yuanfeng's complexion instantly turned livid, he cursed in his heart, and his body moved directly.
A sword quietly appeared in his hand.
The light of the sword rose quietly like the moon, and the world suddenly darkened.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows and felt an indescribable coldness of sword intent sweeping in from all directions and penetrating all around.
The world seems to be trapped in a sword and wrapped in a sword.
Click!
The void was shattered, and the sword was as bright as the moon, and it was already slashing down in the face.
The old man came with a sword and his eyes were filled with awe.
"Haha, Huangjian Pavilion, practicing axes in front of Brother Huangfu, this swordsmanship is so rubbish." A young man showed disdain.
Huangfu Yun said nothing and his expression was calm.
This sword was indeed extraordinary to ordinary people, but in his eyes, it was indeed, as the latter said, too rubbish.
Chen Ling's eyes suddenly opened wide.
A phantom rose like lightning.
clang!
The deafening explosion resounded throughout the world.
Mu Yuanfeng's face changed drastically, and his sword radiated with overwhelming force, suddenly collapsed, leaving only a human figure flying out in a state of embarrassment.
The world returned to its original state, and large fragments of the sword tide scattered in all directions, bombarding the restriction and causing ripples.
Chen Ling remained motionless.
"Bloodline War Seal."
"He actually got your secret war vein technique?"
An ancient descendant looked at Fang Xiao and Fang Chuxing in shock.
Fang Chuxing grinned and said: "That's right, when Brother Chen joins our Dongye Fang clan, he will be treated as a direct clan member. What's the big deal about practicing a basic secret war art."
The faces of many descendants of the ancient clan changed drastically, and their looks became even more shocking.
What's the big deal?
He is an outsider.
At this level, one is qualified to practice the secret art of war veins.
But when an outsider joins the Dongye Fang Clan, he enjoys the treatment of a direct descendant, and even gets the secret skills of war. Even if it is basic, this is scary enough.
To the ancient clan, the secret art of war veins, even if it is basic, is a treasure and will not be disclosed easily. To outsiders, it is a first-rate treasure.
The whole place was in an uproar.
Most people don't even understand what's going on.
The commotion on the field suddenly subsided.
The corners of Chen Ling's lips were slightly raised.
It is indeed the secret art of war.
The power of the two battle seals was comparable to a full blow from a monk like Yao Qing.
He condensed seven of them.
Although the blood consumption has not yet recovered, with the battle seal, not to mention the old man in front of him, even Lang Muchun is capable of fighting.
"Continue?"
Chen Ling looked at Mu Yuanfeng and said.
Mu Yuanfeng slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with red eyes: "As expected of a member of the ancient tribe, I underestimated you."
The voice fell.
Mu Yuanfeng had a solemn look on his face, and his sword intent surged wildly.
The sky and the earth are overwhelming, and swords are swirling in the air, tearing the space apart like a chaotic battlefield, twisting and turning.
"You take another blow from me."
Mu Yuanfeng shouted loudly, and with a swing of his sword, the sky and the earth changed color, as if a field of ice and snow had enveloped the martial arts arena.
Countless monks shivered, chilling to the bone.
There is even more yin energy in it.
The coldness is so intense that it freezes the soul.
Between heaven and earth, there is only one sword left.
The sword's intention reaches the mysteries, attracts the power of heaven and earth, and turns the martial arts arena upside down.
It was twice as terrifying as before.
Chen Ling's eyes flashed slightly, his body shook, his blood exploded, and the cold sword intent was blasted out of his body.
"It's worth four."
With a low murmur, Chen Ling raised his hand and punched out four war seals.
Boom!
The sword light exploded, tearing the sky and the earth apart.
Mu Yuanfeng screamed and hit the restraint hard.
Spurting out a large mouthful of blood, he looked sluggish and weak, staring at Chen Ling in horror.
From beginning to end, the opponent didn't even move a step.
Deep fear mixed with defeat struck me.
Mu Yuanfeng gritted his teeth and climbed up, saying sadly: "I lost."
"Concession."
Chen Ling slightly arched his hands, turned around and fell into the stands.
At this moment, the eyes of many geniuses around him looked at him very differently.
There is shock, and even more fear.
Even Yao Qing couldn't help but swallow.
Higashino Fangshi.
The Secret Technique of War Veins.
With his background, he could see Chen Ling's methods at a glance.
That is the secret technique of war veins from ancient tribes.
Jinyang Island has no secret war art, even basic war art.
"Next one."
The battle continues.
Chen Ling watched the battle while adjusting his breath.
With seven battle seals, his strength far surpasses that of Yao Qing, and is almost as strong as Lang Muchun.
But this time, there were monks like this among my opponents.
"If the bloodline is as good as before and the battle seal is added, I am confident that I can fight Lang Muxun. But now the bloodline is severely depleted. With only the battle seal, I am afraid it will be difficult to win against an opponent of this level."
"The Bronze Demon God Tree has some methods that we can use, but it's not enough."
"I hope I won't be so unlucky, otherwise I'll have to borrow the Juexu Poison Mist."
"As long as you enter the third round, you will have ten drops of blood. If you win again in the third round..."
Chen Ling's eyes heated up. The complete bloodline extracted from an ancient prince beast was too tempting for him.
"Even if the extremely poisonous mist is exposed, we still have to win."
Thoughts swirling around, Chen Ling looked at the monks from the four major forces participating in the war.
There is more than one powerful enemy.
"Three, almost at the same level as Lang Muchun. Lang Muchun also participated in the battle. The four major forces came prepared. There were not many people in the last round. If you want to win, even for the descendants of the first-rate forces, it is not possible.
easy."
After carefully scanning the group of people, Chen Ling secretly took a deep breath.
However, there are still several descendants of the ancient clan among them.
Although they are all the weakest ancient clan, they are all crushed against the strongest ones.
At this thought, Chen Ling grinned and chuckled.
With his current strength in cultivating the battle seal, the ancient clan cannot match it, but the first-class forces are already at the top.
In the final round, nine people are left.
There are four descendants of the ancient clan participating in the battle. These four will definitely not be eliminated, and there are still five places left.
"There must be a place for me."
Chen Ling is full of confidence. (To be continued)