Perhaps because of Shi Liuli's strong luck, Luo Yan also passed the hurdles and failed to meet any powerful opponents.
I originally thought of using Huang Ting Kunwu Sword and Tiangong Treasure Bag to cut melons and vegetables, but I found that relying solely on the magic weapon in Tiangong Treasure Bag was enough to sweep.
No one can force me to draw my sword, how sad!
But if you think about it carefully, most of the monks who came to participate in the Baiyujing Competition now seem to be incredibly strong.
Among the nearly a thousand monks, it is a rare thing that can just draw the ten strengths that Luo Yan barely takes a look at.
Half a month later, with only a hundred people remaining in the promotion, the quality of the opponents was significantly higher.
Of course, it is not enough to see Luo Yan.
As he defeated several Shushan disciples in a row, he naturally entered the eyes of some Shushan monks.
"What's going on with Luo Yan?" A Shushan monk said in surprise, "Why did even Senior Brother Wei be defeated by him?"
"When did Yuqingguan have such a strong man? It won't really threaten those people, right?"
"I have reminded you a long time ago." Senior Sister Wu, who lost to Luo Yan's hands in the first game, looked at the people who suddenly woke up and said with regret, "Na Luo Yan is not an ordinary Penglai Weakness.
Chicken! Senior Brother Wei doesn’t believe my advice and still despise him. He should have a defeat!"
"Even if I don't look down on it, my strength is not as good as him." Senior Brother Wei said depressedly, "In my opinion, his strength is no less than that of Senior Brother Duan."
The disciples looked at each other.
Duan Fenhai is also a veteran strongman in Shushan. In the past, Shushan competition has hardly fallen out of the top five, and has won the second place several times.
Whether from the perspective of reason or emotion, they were unwilling to believe that Penglai disciple who looked squinting and seemed harmless was actually capable of comparing with Duan Fenhai.
The news soon reached Duan Fenhai's ears. He didn't care about any "strong enemy" that Penglai could produce. Instead, Lin Duanshan, who was next to him, listened to it, thoughtfully and silently recorded it.
The opponent in the last round was a disciple of Kunlun, and also a junior brother named Mu that Qiu Changtian knew, which made the extremely stunning "Arctic Yuan Magnetic Light" Taoist method.
As soon as the dazzling light comes out, no matter what kind of flying sword magic weapon you have, you will be directly sucked away by it. It can be said that it is the nemesis of the Shushan Sword Immortal.
Unfortunately, when I met Luo Yan, the second five-year-old boy, he was almost clear about his trump card, and he took out the "Yun Ying Male Mother" from the Tiangong Treasure Bag and prepared it.
This thing has no other purpose, it is to collect the Yuan Magnetic Light... After Junior Brother Mu used the Taoist method, he threw out Yunying Magnetic Mother, as if a sponge absorbed water, and transformed the Arctic Yuan Magnetic Light.
Junior Brother Mu collapsed on the spot. Before he had time to vomit blood, he was hit by Luo Yan with 18,000 white-haired magic needles in person and was defeated directly.
After winning this game, he entered the top 12 Baiyujing.
Luo Yan was very proud and thought that this Tiangong Treasure Bag was a magical tool, and it was worthy of being the inheritance of Tiangongfang.
As a hypocritical character, he values strength trump cards, and the number of magic weapons in this bag is more than a hundred. It is like the hard drive of a group of big shots, and there are all kinds of them.
In addition, he basically knows any more powerful figure in the three orthodox sects... With the support of intelligence, he takes out targeted magic weapons from the treasure bag of the Heavenly Palace, and winning is simply too easy.
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist Luo." He was about to leave the field when Lin Duanshan suddenly came over to chat.
"I dare to ask fellow Taoist yes..." Luo Yan pretended not to know him and asked with a respect.
"Shushan, Lin Duanshan." Lin Duanshan said reservedly.
This self-reported home is also very particular.
Because the door of Shushan is far better than that of Kunlun Penglai, ordinary Shushan disciples often say "Zhang San, a certain peak of Shushan," so as to use the reputation of the master to enhance themselves.
So, who doesn’t need to report to the master and only mention Shushan?
They are those strong men who are already well-known within Shushan alone.
Lin Duanshan’s name implies that he is not an ordinary disciple.
Gu Ju
Luo Yan was naturally tactful and immediately showed a long-awaited look, and signed up with a smile:
"Penglai, Luo Yan."
Lin Duanshan nodded slightly to indicate that he had heard it.
Even if he doesn't mention his strength, just the treasure bag of Tiangong Temple on his waist and the heir of Tiangongfang symbolizing behind him is worth Lin Duanshan collecting his information.
That's right, although outsiders may not know, Luo Yan wouldn't know where Lin Duanshan was clearly here to inquire about the information.
You should know that Senior Brother Lin is a super tester who is familiar with everyone's playing characteristics and advantages and disadvantages!
Luo Yan's strength can be ranked among the top 12 Baiyujing. If he is in Shushan, he is the top five strongman. How could this guy be indifferent?
"I wonder what's wrong with Fellow Daoist Lin calling me?"
"Oh, first of all, I congratulate fellow Taoist Luo for his advancement, and secondly, I subconsciously wanted to get to know each other when I saw fellow Taoist being a talented person. Well, I, Mr. Lin, had the best time to make friends with heroes in my life, but this time I was abrupt and disrespectful."
Luo Yan was speechless. He didn't expect that Senior Brother Lin Duanshan Lin was so skillful in flattering.
But when I thought about it carefully, when I met Senior Brother Lin, this guy called out to Ling Yunpo, but looked like a dog-licking person to An Zhisu.
A typical mentality of politeness.
Lin Duanshan was about to say something when a purple sword light suddenly flew over.
"Junior brother!" Shi Liuli landed on the ground, then threw herself into his arms without hesitation, and cried with joy, "I have it! I have it!"
Luo Yan inexplicably hugged her back, and looked at her crying and laughing, and suddenly she had the urge to calm down with a slap her.
What do you have, evil beast?
"I have the top 12 places!" Fortunately, Miss Shi knew that she hadn't explained it clearly, so she showed him the sword she drew in her hand.
Luo Yan looked carefully and Lin Duanshan heard another top twelve heard behind him. He quickly opened his eyes wide and saw that the words were:
zero.
As we all know, the rules for signing sword numbers are one-to-two, three-to-four... In addition, if the total number n is an odd number, then the highest number of signing sword numbers is n-1, and then an additional "zero sign" means bye.
Luo Yan highly suspects that the maker of this magic weapon is a programmer.
In any case, he had already prepared for Miss Shi's outrageous luck.
But Lin Duanshan had never seen this before, and immediately shouted in surprise:
"What, number zero?!"
Shi Liuli frowned and heard Lin Duanshan ask:
"What's going on with this number zero sign?"
"It's a bye." Shi Liuli said in a tone of "You don't even know this".
"By bye?" Lin Duanshan was still puzzled, "But this is the Baiyujing Competition after all..."
He was about to say that I didn't believe you, but he just could just make it into the top 12 by taking the bye. It was too rare. I heard Shi Liuli say again:
"It's just a bye! I also drew the No. 0 draw in the last round of the game, so I went to ask the Kunlun real person in the square, and he confirmed it to me in person!"