"The bloodline saint is so terrifying. He defeated more than ninety people with one move. His current strength, I think, can reach at least sixty or seventy people."
"Compared with him, there is no comparison between Tang Zhan and Huo Xingchen."
"The third person who has become a saint in our fourth palace is Xia Wuming, Si Xingfei, and Chen Ling."
"Senior Brother Ouyang, what do you think Chen Ling's strength is now?" A golden-robed disciple looked at Ouyang Hong with a gloomy expression.
The latter's eyelids twitched and he said coldly: "I underestimated him, but I hope he has the strength to become a high-level saint and challenge me."
The golden-robed disciple's face twitched and he couldn't help but look at Chen Ling.
Challenge Ouyang Hong?
Is it possible?
Is the initial level of becoming a saint comparable to the advanced level of becoming a saint? Even if you become a saint by blood, it is absolutely impossible.
The gap of nearly ninety places is not something that can be easily caught up with.
"Ouyang Hong, how about a bet?" Yang Xuan suddenly looked at Ouyang Hong and said with a smile.
The crowd's attention was immediately drawn.
Ouyang Hong stared at Yang Xuan gloomily, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "What are you betting on?"
"Bet on how many famous names Chen Ling can reach." Yang Xuan had a sly smile on his face.
"What bet?"
"We won't bet on contribution points this time. Whoever loses will bow respectfully and call the other person senior brother, how about that?"
Yang Xuan stared at Ouyang Hong with a smile, he was not afraid that Ouyang Hong would not agree.
"This is a slap in the face. Neither of these two guys admit defeat. Even though they are just called senior brothers, it is a naked humiliation."
"Hehe, if Yang Xuan fights Ouyang Hong, it will definitely be more exciting than the other people in the top ten."
Ouyang Hong had no expression on his face and sneered without hesitation: "Okay, since you want to give in, I will help you."
"I bet Chen Ling can be among the top fifteen." Yang Xuan grinned.
hiss!
The crowd was in an uproar.
Many people stared at Yang Xuan suspiciously.
Top fifteen? That means that Chen Ling has at least the strength to reach a high level of sainthood.
Does he really have the high-level strength to become a saint?
Yang Xuan is Chen Ling's senior brother. The two have the closest relationship, and the latter is also the person most likely to know Chen Ling's true strength.
Everyone looked at each other, do they dare to believe it or not?
But, this is too incredible.
Seeing Yang Xuan's determined look, even Ouyang Hong felt a thump in his heart.
Is Chen Ling really that strong?
But then he immediately overturned this idea.
Even Xia Wuming and Si Xingfei were not so terrifying back then. They had just broken through to become saints. Even if they became saints by blood, they would only reach the intermediate level of saints at most.
He is cheating.
As Ouyang Hong's expression changed, he sneered again and again: "Yang Xuan, don't forget your bet later. I bet that Chen Ling can reach forty at most."
"very good."
Yang Xuan chuckled and looked at Xia Wuming suddenly: "Senior Brother Xia, can you please prove it for the two of us? I'm afraid someone won't admit it when the time comes."
Xia Wuming's eyes narrowed slightly, then he glanced at Chen Ling on the stage and said calmly: "Okay."
As soon as these words came out, Ouyang Hong frowned.
Isn't this guy afraid of losing? Or does he have absolute confidence?
For a while, Ouyang Hong didn't dare to be absolutely certain.
In the arena, the battle continues.
Chen Ling's golden name continues to rise on the list of geniuses, from ninety-ninth to now eighty-eighth.
All defeated in one move.
That devastating offensive made the eyelids of countless warriors below twitch wildly.
Could it be that he planned to go through the list of geniuses?
"Damn, I'll be here soon. Damn it, what kind of pervert is this new guy?"
"I don't even have the ability to react to his one move. It's too scary."
As time passed, more and more warriors on the list of geniuses began to panic.
Chen Ling was not tired at all. No matter whether there were more than 90 people or more than 80 people, he was able to defeat them all with one single move.
No matter how hard I dare to believe it, the fact is before my eyes, and the terrifying and absolute strength makes people's hearts tremble.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Ling has climbed to around seventy.
Under the thunder platform, the dozens of people he defeated all looked livid and stared at Chen Ling with gritted teeth.
It was so embarrassing to be defeated so decisively by a newcomer.
However, fortunately, there are still so many people to keep company with, so everyone feels a little better.
In the distance, Deputy Palace Master Jiang Ding looked at Chen Ling with a wry smile.
This kid, challenges one by one, and it will be like the Year of the Monkey, the Year of the Horse, and the Moon.
With his strength, he could naturally see through Chen Ling's true depth at this moment.
"Little bastard, enough is enough, stop playing."
A punch knocked one person away, and a sullen shout suddenly sounded in Chen Ling's ears.
Jiang Ding?
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at Jiang Ding in the distance, who stared at him coldly.
His heart trembled, and he hurriedly sent a message: "Sir, Deputy Palace Master, I am not playing."
"snort."
Jiang Ding snorted coldly, making Chen Ling feel like he was struck by lightning.
"Do you think I can't see your strength? It's a quick victory. Afterwards, you can go to the Hall of Contribution and choose any holy skill."
Chen Ling's eyes suddenly widened.
"real?"
"If you don't want to, forget it." Jiang Ding gritted his teeth angrily.
"Yes, yes, thank you, Deputy Palace Master." Chen Ling was so excited that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
You can choose any holy skill at will, that is to say, there is no restriction on the level.
Now he is not a newbie.
A low-level holy skill requires at least tens of thousands of contribution points, an intermediate holy skill can cost hundreds of thousands, and a high-level holy skill can easily reach millions or millions of contribution points.
Make a lot of money.
"I want to challenge for No. 11."
Chen Ling suddenly shouted loudly.
"What?"
Ouyang Hong was shocked, his eyes widened, and he stared blankly at Chen Ling.
Eleventh place?
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Isn't this a joke?
Is he crazy?
Ouyang Hong glanced at Yang Xuan, who had a calm expression on his face.
He had a vague premonition of something bad.
Is Chen Ling a fool?
Obviously not.
Since he dares to challenge for the eleventh place, he obviously has the confidence.
Eleventh place, Lu Xun.
He was originally watching a play, but he didn't expect that the flames of war would burn directly on his body.
With a frown, he flew up and landed on the ring.
"Junior Brother Chen, becoming a saint by blood is indeed terrifying. However, you are still far away from me." Lu Xun looked at Chen Ling and shook his head slightly.
"Senior Brother Lu, actually you and I are not that far apart." Chen Ling smiled.
Lu Xun took a deep look at Chen Ling and said, "Haha, if that's the case, then I also want to learn about Junior Brother Chen's strength."
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, he took action like lightning.
Take one step forward, raise your hand and the seal will fly up.
boom!
Entering the high level of sainthood, the power of sainthood soars into the sky.
Following the flying seals, the entire arena instantly fell into a world of ice and snow. The endless chill caused the arena to be instantly covered with a layer of frost.
Snowflakes suddenly appeared and poured down.
Chen Ling's body trembled and he felt that his energy and blood were stagnant.
Entering the high level of sainthood is indeed terrifying.
Seeing the countless snowflakes coming, Chen Ling stamped his foot hard and turned into an arrow that shot out from the string.
Swish, swish, swish!
The phantom flickered, and the powerful attack hit the snowflakes hard.
The snowflakes exploded and the chill poured down.
Lu Xun's face condensed slightly, this guy actually has the power to become a saint.
The seal in his hand suddenly stopped, he twisted his hands, and two snowflakes fell into his fingertips. The next moment, surging true energy burst out.
The snowflakes suddenly expanded, like two giant snow-white wheels, and shot out with Lu Xun, blocking Chen Ling. (To be continued)