Yan Ling found that having sex with a group of masters on a high platform every day was of great benefit to him. Not only could he hone his spiritual will, but he could also perceive a more subtle artistic conception of heaven and earth amidst oppression.
Others probably also discovered the benefits of everyone's mental confrontation, so they happily released mental shocks on the high platform every day. Even Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling did not want to stop everyone's fighting, but actively participated in it, making the high platform form a spiritual melting pot.
Tempering the spiritual realm of these people.
But today is very unusual, because all the great masters on the high platform are extremely restrained, because today is the day when the top players in the eight groups challenge for the seeds.
In fact, the top spot in the group was decided yesterday. In order to allow them enough training time, the day to challenge the grandmaster was specially changed to today. One night is enough for these masters to adjust to their peak condition.
"After five days of competition, the eight groups have all decided on the first place. Today is the day when they challenge the eight great masters on the stage. Let us cheer for them!"
The host is Li Jing. After Yan Ling's words and deeds, Li Jing already has a hint of a modern emcee and can control the atmosphere of the scene well.
By this time, the World Martial Arts Association was about to reach its climax, and tickets to the Martial Arts Hall were becoming more and more popular, and even gave birth to a very modern profession - scalpers. They hoarded tickets at low prices and then sold them at high prices.
But even so, the martial arts hall is still empty and empty. You can imagine how popular the World Martial Arts Club is in Chang'an.
Li Jing waited for the cheers in the martial arts hall to subside before he activated his Qi and spread his voice to all directions: "Then I would like to invite General Ling Yun, the seed player of the first group - Yan Ling, to appear."
Hearing this, Yan Ling stepped out from the edge of the high platform, took off continuously in the air, and landed on the No. 1 ring over a distance of more than ten feet. Yan Ling made a clean entrance and received bursts of exclamations from the audience.
At this time, there was already an acquaintance of Yan Ling standing in the No. 1 arena. This person was the first master Yan Ling came into contact with in this world - Du Fuwei. Today, Du Fuwei's face is still old-fashioned and indifferent, but he has given up fighting for hegemony.
After the obsession of the world, Du Fuwei made great progress in martial arts, and his ability surpassed that of many masters, and he stood in front of Yan Ling.
"Mr. Du, we meet again!"
Yan Ling was not in a hurry to take action. Even if Du Fuwei's strength improved greatly, as long as he had not yet entered the realm of a grandmaster, he would not be able to make waves. After all, not everyone can have the ability to fight across levels like Yan Ling.
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Du Fuwei did not reply, but his indifferent eyes showed some fluctuations. He did not expect that the unknown master he met in Pengcheng was now a figure comparable to the top martial arts masters in the world.
Yan Ling raised his eyebrows and felt a hint of embarrassment, so he could only say: "Mr. Du, please take action!"
"Whoa!"
Du Fuwei was not polite at all. He stretched out his feet and stepped on the ground. He flew across the air and stared at Yan Ling with cold and ruthless eyes. Now Du Fuwei no longer has the ambition to pursue the world's hegemony, and his martial arts momentum has become more pure.
"call!"
Yan Ling didn't use it. Grandmaster had already suppressed Du Fuwei, allowing Du Fuwei to exert his full strength. Du Fuwei punched out, and his large sleeves were bulging with strong winds.
"Peng!"
Yan Ling's fist collided with Du Fuwei's arm guard hidden in his sleeve. Du Fuwei's body trembled and he staggered back. Yan Ling has now entered the third level of the hegemonic body. His body has been strengthened like steel and iron bones, and ordinary weapons
Not as scary as his fists at all.
Du Fuwei's pupils shrank suddenly. He could feel that Yan Ling did not use his true energy. He relied entirely on physical strength to defeat his true energy. At the same time, he still had enough energy to fight him back. Du Fuwei felt a trace of fear in his heart.
How was this incomparable body polished?
But then Du Fuwei felt fierce in his heart. Even if he couldn't defeat Yan Ling, he still had to let Yan Ling use his true energy. Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that he, Du Fuwei, was too incompetent!
"Bang bang bang!"
Neither of them was a person with fancy martial arts skills. They punched and kicked straight away. Du Fuwei had a ruthless look on his face and attacked wildly, while Yan Ling didn't use all his strength and stepped on the Eight Trigrams, attacking with attack.
Practicing the nine turns of the overlapping waves learned from Li Shimin's Sutra Collection Pavilion.
Every time Yan Ling punched out, several layers of ever-changing power were transmitted into Du Fuwei's body through the arm guard. Every punch made Du Fuwei's whole body tremble, making him extremely uncomfortable.
After knocking Du Fuwei away with another punch, Yan Ling cupped his hands and said, "I give in!"
"Dad!"
Koo Zhong on the high platform shouted loudly, but Du Fuwei, who was lying on the ground at this time, was breathing rapidly, with traces of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and was no longer able to respond.
Yan Ling nodded towards Li Jing and motioned for him to have someone come up to carry Du Fuwei to recover from his injuries, and then he soared back to the high platform.
"Shh!"
The audience on the sidelines booed and was extremely dissatisfied with this fight. In their view, Yan Ling and Du Fuwei were both top players, but the fight between the two was like a street fight, with fists and fists going to the flesh, which was not consistent at all.
Their status as masters.
But the truly powerful warriors would not see it this way. They would only think that Yan Ling's strength was terrifying, and he was indeed a seed master who could stand shoulder to shoulder with several great masters.
"Buddhists often say that Arhat has a golden body. In my opinion, General Yan has already achieved the indestructible body of vajra!"
The evil king Shi Zhixuan is talented. He once transformed into a great Buddhist monk and has a profound understanding of Buddhist scriptures. He has also studied the Buddhist method of cultivating the golden body. However, it was not until he saw Yan Ling's terrifying body that Shi Zhixuan understood that there is really a Vajra Immortal in the world.
Bad flesh.
The other masters also had different expressions. They couldn't understand how Yan Ling could cultivate such a terrifying body, especially Fu Cailin. He had only seen Yan Ling's strange spear skills in the imperial city not long ago. It had only been a while since his body had improved.
, is this something a normal person can do?
Yan Ling took in everyone's surprised expressions and said modestly: "It's a small skill, not worth mentioning!"
This is really not Yan Ling's pretense, this is the real thought in Yan Ling's heart. Unlike the aborigines of the Tang Dynasty, Yan Ling knows that there are real gods and demons in this infinite universe. Perhaps his body at this time seems extremely terrifying in this world.
But from the perspective of those in the world of high martial arts, maybe it’s nothing more than that!
“Next, we invite ‘San Zhenren’ Ning Daoqi to appear!”
The World Martial Arts Association was not suspended due to the dissatisfaction of the audience, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, and the next grandmaster to appear was Ning Daoqi, who was implicitly known as the number one person in the Central Plains.
Hearing his name, Ning Daoqi smiled slightly, and without seeing any movement from him, his whole body floated up with the wind and landed on the second stage. He was full of the feeling of immortality and his appearance was very good.
But as mentioned before, the gap between the master and the master is too big, especially when other masters do not practice martial arts like Yan Ling, those warriors who finally stand in front of the master are quickly defeated, just like
It was like adults beating up children, and the viewing experience was not as intense as the group matches of the previous two days.
Even though they were as strong as Hou Xibai and Kak Zhi, they were quickly defeated by Kou Zhong and Shi Zhixuan, and there was no miracle. At this time, the only people who had not appeared on the high platform were Fu Cailin, Bi Xuan and Song Que.
“I’d like to invite ‘Martial Lord’ Bi Xuan!”
Li Jing's deep and powerful voice spread to the ears of the audience from all directions along with his true energy.
"Coming!"
Yan Ling's eyes narrowed, and the most exciting decisive battle of the day was about to begin.
"Bi Xuan, are you prepared to die?"
Ba Fenghan's voice, as cold as the cold wind, came to mind in Arena No. 6, and a murderous aura rose into the sky, shaking the spirits of the surrounding audience who felt that today's battle was a bit boring. (To be continued)