Great Slaughter System

After stepping off the stage, Gao Jianli said relaxedly: "Not bad, the first opponent is not very strong."

"It's only the first round now, don't reveal too much strength." Shen Lang said lightly.

"Young master, don't worry."

Gao Jianli nodded.

A match can be over in about one-fifth of a stick of incense, and it is rare for both sides to have the same strength and it is difficult to tell the winner.

As time goes by, some people are happy and some are sad, but most of the geniuses with a little bit of fame have advanced.

After all, although there are many warriors participating, not all of them are geniuses. Some warriors who participated in this martial arts conference just want to test what they have learned. In front of those geniuses, they did not think too highly of themselves.

"Seven stations, three groups of No. 8 against one group of No. 12."

"Young master, it's your turn."

Gao Jian left the way.

Shen Lang nodded, and flew to the competition stage.

"Peak cultivation in the mid-innate stage, I'm lucky." Shen Lang's opponent is a young man with thick eyebrows, holding a huge saber in his hand, the blade is cold and looks extremely sharp.

Shen Lang nodded, "Well, luck is indeed good."

Shen Lang agrees with the boy's words, but as for who is lucky, I don't know.

"drink!"

The thick-browed boy yelled, and rushed forward suddenly. When he was three meters away from Shen Lang, he stomped heavily, raised the huge saber in his hand, and slashed straight down at Shen Lang.

Although the boy's saber was very imposing, Shen Lang just shook his head, a golden light appeared in his palm, and suddenly there was a dragon's chant, and then there was a sound of metal and iron. The huge saber in the boy's hand broke from the middle, and the remaining half of the saber passed through the tip of Shen Lang's nose.

Shen Lang's expression remained the same, he sucked lightly with his palm, and the half-cut saber that was broken by Shen Lang appeared in his hand, with the half-cut saber between his fingers, he gently placed it on the neck of the thick-browed boy.

"Gudong!"

The thick-browed boy swallowed, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his cheeks.

Bang!

The boy's half saber fell to the ground, and he said bitterly, "I'm defeated."

Shen Lang shrugged, flicked his fingers, half-cut the saber, whoosh! With a sound, he plunged into the ground, turned and left.

"Knife! That's not how it's used."

"Go back and practice hard."

Not surprisingly, Shen Lang advanced easily.

After the second round, the third round, and until the fifth round, it was finally Jin Wuming's turn to play. Jin Wuming was no surprise and easily defeated his opponent.

With the strength of Jin Wuming and Gao Jianli, even if they meet geniuses on the list, as long as they are not those perverts in the top 20, they will not be surprised.

The day's battle passed quickly, and the geniuses of those big forces didn't show their strength. They easily defeated their opponents. As for the dark horse, they haven't appeared yet.

Back in Xiankelai, Shen Lang and the others casually ate some food, and then went back to their rooms to practice.

Back in the room, Shen Lang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, pondered for a while, and finally took out a jade box from his bosom.

Shaolin returns the alchemy.

Shen Lang felt that it was time to break through to the late innate stage. After the battle outside Wucheng, his realm had completely settled down.

Breaking through the late stage, he is sure to fight against those peerless geniuses on the list.

After all, the top 20 geniuses on the list are all late-stage congenital or peak talents. If Shen Lang is only in the mid-congenital stage, he is still a bit reluctant. Only when he breaks through the late stage can he have confidence.

Shen Lang broke through the late innate stage as promised, and there was no suspense in the battles in the next few days, and the three of Shen Lang made great strides all the way.

Today is the last day of the knockout round, which is to compete for the place on the list.

In the last battle of 150 people, as long as they can advance, they will be firmly promoted to the list.

"Number 8 in three groups of seven stations versus No. 1 in ten groups of seven stations."

Wu Xu's shout made everyone concentrate.

Today is the day when the top man was born, and everyone who watched the battle became excited.

Regardless of the future rankings, at least today's winner will be the strongest in the future.

Shen Lang was still sitting on the spectator stand just now, and as soon as Wu Xu's voice fell, Shen Lang fell from the spectator platform to the competition platform like a fairy.

"So handsome!!!"

In the past few days of competition, Shen Lang's name has long been known, and then Shen Lang's record outside Wucheng was also found out.

Although Shen Lang has not entered the list of people yet, he has already attracted a group of fans.

Coupled with Shen Lang's Pan An appearance, female fans are better than male fans.

Of course, Fang Miaoer's rumors about Shen Lang were dispelled without any attack. What short stature, what green face and fangs, all disappeared after Shen Lang appeared.

As for why there are few male fans, of course it is because of jealousy.

At this time, most of the eyes of the VIP seats beside the competition stage fell on Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's record is very dazzling, one VS three, defeating Li Ming, He Tianxing, and Xueli three people, no one who knows will underestimate them.

He Tianxing, who was sitting under the stage, looked at Shen Lang on the stage with a gloomy expression, breathing heavily.

"Tianxing, your heart is disturbed."

An old man beside He Tianxing cast He Tianxing a glance and said indifferently.

"Sovereign, I..."

"I know, don't worry, after the Wulin Conference is over, I will personally take action to help you kill him and erase your demons."

The old man interrupted He Tianxing, looked at Shen Lang on the stage, and said with murderous intent in his eyes.

Li Ming, who was sitting in the spectator seats, was not as thoughtful as He Tianxing, he just glanced at Shen Lang with a wry smile. Although he lost to Shen Lang, he admired Shen Lang very much.

Li Ming and Li Mubai are very similar, they are the kind of people who can afford to let go.

Li Mubai also encountered setbacks when he was young, but he didn't have any inner demons. He just aimed at that person and practiced hard until he finally defeated that person. Because of this, he became known as Li Mubai Sword Immortal.

Ever since Li Mubai entered the cave, he has not been defeated once in his class.

In a corner of the spectator seats, Fang Miaoer and Mangu sat there quietly.

The barbarian said in a loud voice: "Miss, is this the Shen Lang that the Master asked you to bring back?"

"Um."

Fang Miaoer nodded lightly.

Man Gu took a closer look at Shen Lang, frowned and said, "It's very ordinary, it's too different from martial idiot Zhao Jiuzhou, I think it's better to take Zhao Jiuzhou back, at least train him well, and at least he will become a god general in the palace in the future."

"No! Mangu, you underestimate him too much. You will know when the martial arts conference is over."

Fang Miaoer looked at Shen Lang on the stage with a serious expression.

Since the game, Zhao Jiuzhou, who had been sitting there with his head down, slowly raised his head as Shen Lang came on stage. Looking at Shen Lang on the stage, Zhao Jiuzhou's eyes flashed brightly.

Zhao Jiuzhou's long hair was loose, like a lion, and the glint in his eyes seemed to see prey, which was extremely aggressive.

Shen Lang turned a blind eye to all kinds of gazes around him. He just looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with great interest.

The middle-aged man was pale and beardless, about forty years old, and his expression was indifferent, as if Shen Lang's fame was not in his eyes at all.

"You are Shen Lang?"