Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty Eight: Breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat
As soon as Huo Xingyu finished speaking, the originally noisy scene instantly turned into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone looked at Huo Xingyu with dull eyes and saw the unusually young face behind him, unable to calm down for a long time.
Just when they thought Huo Xingyu had successfully condensed the twin fire beasts to defeat Lin Mo, in just a few blinks, the figure they thought would be defeated appeared behind Huo Xingyu like a ghost.
The palms holding the wind blade and those calm eyes were like a painting forever imprinted in their hearts.
"The fire beast was annihilated in just an instant?"
"If I feel it right, the aura exuding from that immortal youth has reached the middle stage of Nine Truths?"
"How is this possible? Considering that his aura cannot exceed sixty years old at most, it is not so fast to start practicing from the immortal fetus."
"Which family cultivated the monster?"
When Huo Xingyu walked down the ring in a daze, the onlookers suddenly burst into deafening exclamations.
In the past hundred years, there has never been such a shocking scene in the recruitment election. The combat power of Bazhen in the later period is far beyond that of the same realm. The first genius of the lower world was defeated by others in the second round in a manner that can be called a disastrous defeat.
hand.
As for the person who defeated him, no one knew anything about him until the competition.
"The middle stage of the Nine Realms... He has actually reached the middle stage of the Nine Realms. Could it be that he is the real genius of the Immortal Realm?"
On the high platform, General Jun Lang looked at Lin Mo, who was standing calmly and calmly in the center of the ring. He couldn't help showing a bitter expression on his face, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he leaned weakly on the chair behind him.
Before this, he wanted to compete with Lin Mo, but after this battle.
He has understood that there is still a huge gap between himself and those real geniuses.
Even without Lin Mo, Huo Xingyu had just shown his profound knowledge of Huo Xing Tian Jue, and he was still far behind.
"It seems it was just wishful thinking on my part."
Jun Langtianjiang picked up the strong wine on the table, raised his head and drank a mouthful of it. The scorching warmth entered his throat, but he didn't feel anything at all. All he felt was the deep loss deep in his heart.
"Haha, these young people nowadays are really amazing."
"Looking at his appearance, he's not much older than my boy. It's really annoying."
Tianjiang Zhongyue held a bottle of wine in his hand and walked behind Tianjiang Junlang while laughing and cursing. He stretched out his hand to fill the wine for Tianjiang Junlang. He leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and said with a smile.
"Junlang, the world belongs to you young people now. Don't tell me that you have given up."
"Otherwise, where will the old faces of our army be?"
General Zhong Yue slapped his face fiercely, and there was some deep meaning in his laughing and scolding tone.
"As the only heir to the Heavenly General in my family, how could I admit defeat so easily?"
General Junlang picked up the strong wine on the table, turned to look at General Zhongyue, snorted coldly, and drank it in a big gulp. His expression once again returned to his previous pride, but his eyes lost a bit of arrogance.
"This is the right thing! You are only over 70 years old, you are still young, you are afraid of a ball!"
Not paying attention to the noise coming from behind, General Qing Guan couldn't help but stand up when Lin Mo burst out with the strength of the mid-Jiu Zhen.
And after Lin Mo defeated Huo Xingyu in a majestic manner, the clearance general stood up and stared directly at Lin Mo on the field.
In the arena, after the examiner announced Lin Mo's victory, no one in the audience came up to challenge.
Everyone who faced Lin Mo just looked around hastily, not daring to look directly at him.
"No one challenges, No. 116 gets the right to start the recruitment of generals."
"Next, the selection for the second place will be held."
"No. 119 vs. No. 93."
After Lin Mo walked off the stage, the assessment heavenly soldiers announced the next battle in the ring without any pause.
After hearing the announcement, Bai Liang opened his eyelids slightly, leaned over slightly to signal to Lin Mo, and then walked slowly towards the stage.
"Brother Lin, you are so awesome! The next competition is with Brother Bai, and he will definitely win."
When Xiantong saw Lin Mo come back, he looked at Lin Mo with admiration.
"You can do it in the future too."
Lin Mo chuckled and touched Fairy Tong's green hair, then his eyes fell on the ring.
On the ring at this time, Bai Liang stood calmly on the east side of the ring. Opposite him, Shui Qingliu's dignified expression was somewhat helpless.
In this selection, the last thing he wanted to meet was Lin Mo and Huo Xingyu, who knew everything about them. After the competition between Huo Xingyu and Lin Mo, he felt a little relieved.
But I didn't expect to meet him by chance.
"Although I am a little helpless, since I have reached this place, please use all your strength."
Shui Qingliu's tightly closed eyes stared in the direction of Bai Liang as if he could see something real. The immortal power in his body couldn't help but excited, gathering clear and cold water in the air.
"Are you sure?" Bai Liang's eyes fell on Shui Qingliu, who was blind.
"Of course it is. Since we have to fight, why not give it a try."
"I see."
Feeling the firmness in Shui Qingliu's tone, Bai Liang also put away his idle mood, his face gradually became serious, and he casually placed his palm on his side, stroking the soul-killing knife at his waist.
The fingertips passed through the scabbard and stopped at the somewhat uneven handle. The five fingers were closed one by one, holding the handle easily and carefully.
There is a sharp edge waiting to be unsheathed hidden in the calm heart.
"The contest begins."
After the words fell, Shui Qingliu bit his lip gently with his teeth, and the powerful flow of immortal energy spurted out of his body like a waterfall and tsunami.
Bend his knees, the figure jumped up, his fingers shining with azure fairy power danced rapidly in the air, and dark blue fairy lines were drawn from his fingertips, like a paintbrush swaying ink in the air.
In less than two seconds, a huge blue fairy pattern appeared in front of everyone.
The moment the fairy patterns condensed, the entire competition barrier suddenly became damp. A moment later, drizzle fell from the sky to the ground, shrouding the entire arena in haze.
"The raging waves of the monsoon rain break."
Shui Qingliu thought silently in his heart, and the immortal power in his body desperately gathered into the immortal patterns.
In just an instant, the light rain that was still slightly hazy began to pour down like a falling river, and the rain all over the sky condensed into countless thick streams of water that entangled around the clear water.
The water flow wrapped around the clear water flow and the fairy pattern gradually condensed into a real water dragon that was tens of meters long.
I saw the dragon's flowing eyelids slowly opening, a fairy pattern shining brightly in the ferocious vertical pupils, and the dragon's claws gathered by the water flow waving in the air, refracting twisted light.
The dragon's whiskers and tail formed by the water flow slowly swing in the air, and the huge water dragon body is entangled in the air, looking down at Bai Liang not far away.
"One strike, only one chance. Although I haven't completely mastered this style of Angry Dragon Zhenhai, that's all it can do now."
Inside the water dragon's body, Shui Qingliu's long hair danced freely with the water flow, and the originally rosy luster on his face turned pale.
Although Angry Dragon Zhenhai is the last chassis in his hands, the amount of immortal power consumed is not something he can easily bear now. It can be said that he has bet everything on this move.