Pope System of Rebirth

Ling Xue finally chose to give up participating in the competition of the Xuanzhe level. No one laughed or ridiculed her. Everyone thought it was a wise choice. After all, there was an insurmountable gap between the martial arts level and the Xuanzhe level.

The competition at the Xuanshi level is not like the martial arts competition, where the same level is against the same level. Instead, the method of drawing lots is chosen. No matter who the opponent is drawn, he must face it or give up. Of course, Ling Kuang, who has reached the Xuanshi level,

Ling Lin and Ling Lin will not participate in the Xuanzhe level competition. They have been internally designated as the top two. There are only three places left in the top five places, which will be determined among the remaining thirteen Xuanzhe level.

Since Ling Xue did not participate in the Mysterious Master level competition, the thirteen Mysterious Masters appeared in an odd number. If lots were drawn, one of them would have a bye, and the person who had the bye would be the lucky one and could directly enter the next round of the competition.

A Ling family deacon came up with a box for drawing lots, and thirteen profound practitioners came up one by one to draw lots.

The first one to go up was Ling Tian. He took out the lot and handed it to the deacon without even looking at it, as if he could defeat anyone he met, with great confidence.

Then, other children of the Ling family went up to draw lots.

When Qin Lang was about to go up to draw lots, a person walked beside him.

A young man wearing a blue military uniform. This young man is not a handsome type, but he has a very tall and handsome figure. He exudes an aura that cannot be ignored by others. The golden spear behind him is extremely dazzling.

You can tell by looking at it that it is not an ordinary thing.

This person is Qin Lang's cousin Ling Li, a high-level profound practitioner.

In Qin Lang's memory, his eldest brother only knew how to practice hard. He was a silent and cold type of person. According to Qin Lang's previous life, he was a pretentious type of man.

"Brother," Qin Lang greeted. In his memory, he had no quarrel with this eldest brother, and their friendship was not very deep, but this gift could not be invalidated. After all, this was his cousin.

Ling Li nodded lightly and then said, "Let's go draw lots together."

Qin Lang glanced at Ling Li doubtfully, then nodded and said "Okay".

Ling Li and Qin Lang went up to draw lots together, attracting everyone's attention.

"Look, crazy cultivators and useless people are coming together."

"Fuck you. If Qin Lang loses his talent, we will all hit a wall. He is now a mysterious person."

"Mistake... It's just a mistake. A crazy cultivator would actually get together with Qin Lang. Does this imply anything?"

"What's surprising about this? They are brothers of the same family. This is normal. Besides, now that Qin Lang can practice again, who knows if he will quickly upgrade to a Xuanshi again. Of course, he must have a good relationship."

…

Ling Li and Qin Lang drew lots at the same time. Ling Li drew number 5, but Qin Lang actually became the lucky one among the thirteen people, drawing number 7, receiving a bye in the first round and directly entering the promotion.

Ling Li glanced at Qin Lang and said lightly, "You're lucky, pay attention to Ling Xing." After saying that, Ling Li separated from Qin Lang.

"Ling Xing?" Qin Lang was confused for a moment, then seemed to think of something and showed an indifferent smile.

Some of the Ling family members who had just been promoted to Xuanzhe were very envious and jealous of Qin Lang's luck, while others secretly thought that this guy was really lucky, and he actually won the only lottery.

The draw ended, and the first game was between No. 1 Ling Hu and No. 13 Ling Guang.

Ling Hu, nineteen years old, is a new high-level mystic practitioner. He practices the gray-level mystical skill Tiger Technique. He is good at boxing and has extraordinary power. He ranked fifth in last year's competition, which shows his strength.

Ling Guang, 20 years old, has just entered the intermediate level of mysticism. He is practicing the gray level mystical skill Heavy Sword Technique. Last year, he ranked tenth with the strength of the low-level mysticism. Now that he has broken through again, he thought he could move up at least two places.

, I didn’t expect to meet Ling Hu, who had broken through to a high-level profound practitioner, at the beginning, and I secretly cried out that I was unlucky.

Beside the ring, the clan leaders and elders were sitting on the sidelines to watch the strongest competition of the younger generation.

After Ninth Elder Ling Fujian explained some rules of the competition, he announced the start of the competition.

Ling Guang cupped his hands and said to Ling Hu, "Please show mercy."

Ling Hu politely said "Please!".

As soon as Ling Hu finished speaking, Ling Guang kicked his feet and fled out in vain. His movements were extremely fast, just like a cheetah hunting prey and making people unable to guard against it.

When he was almost in front of Ling Hu, he put one hand behind his back and sharpened his knife.

Ling Guang was a direct member of the Ling family and had a high status. He used a first-order mid-level broadsword. The broadsword followed him like a shadow and struck Ling Hu's head.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed, no one expected that Ling Guang would unexpectedly strike first, and his speed was astonishing.

The heavy sword that hit him head-on gave off a cold breath, which would probably frighten a profound practitioner of the same level.

However, Ling Hu was one level higher than Ling Guang and had rich experience in facing enemies. He calmly raised his hands to meet them.

The children of the Ling family who had never seen Ling Zhan take action all exclaimed.

"He didn't want his life, but he dared to take Ling Guang's heavy sword with his bare hands."

"Perhaps he thinks too highly of himself, thinking that he can win easily if he is just a small step above him. It seems that his hands are going to be useless."

"What do you know? Didn't you see what Ling Hu was wearing on his hands? You are such an ignorant idiot."

…

Ling Hu is not a fool. If he didn't have the confidence to take the sword, he would never dare to take Ling Guang's sword with both hands, because his hands are covered with his unique weapon, the first-level high-level golden gloves, which are said to be used.

Made of the hide of the second-level pangolin, low-level weapons cannot be damaged at all. That's why Ling Hu dared to use both hands to catch the opponent's sword.

However, Ling Guang seemed to have expected it. The knife that was about to hit Ling Hu's face suddenly changed its direction and wiped it towards Ling Hu's neck.

This unexpected move shocked everyone in the audience, while the elders in the audience expressed their admiration, seeming to be very satisfied with Ling Guang's change of move.

Ling Hu raised his brows, shouted "Well done", and then blocked the attack with his left hand.

"Ding" weapons are intertwined.

Under the full blow of the heavy sword, Ling Hu took half a step back, but his left hand was not damaged at all, which showed that his golden gloves were indeed extraordinary.

When Ling Guang saw that the sword failed, he shouted loudly, "The heavy sword has no trace."

After using the forceful move, countless sword shadows shot towards Ling Hu's body. Before the sword strike came, a painful blade light was already raised.

This is Ling Guang's strongest move at the moment. The gap between him and Ling Hu is not small, so he goes all out from the beginning to defeat Ling Hu by surprise before Ling Hu makes any real move.

The children of the Ling family screamed again on the sidelines. Most of the people in the audience were at the martial arts level. They could see the competition at the Xuanzhe level. It was a great benefit for them, and it also allowed them to understand the advanced level more deeply.

Chance.

Qin Lang looked at Ling Guang's sword moves from the side and murmured, "This move seems to be powerful, but it is just superficial. If it is used with a sword, it is almost the same. A heavy sword should be clumsy and has no edge. It can break through ten thousand people with its strength."

Jun, this move really misses its true meaning."

Ling Li, who was standing aside, glanced at Qin Lang, then turned to the stage again.

On the stage, Ling Hu also counterattacked with fierce moves, and his whole body's momentum surged. He let out a loud roar, like a tiger roaring in the forest, which was deafening. At the same time, his fists turned into fist shadows all over the sky.

"Tiger roaring in the forest".

"Ding ding".

The shadows of knives and fists intertwined, making bursts of sounds.

Ling Guang used all his strength in one move. When he was exhausted, Ling Hu just regained his strength and shouted "defeat me!". He blocked Ling Guang's heavy knife with one punch and punched his lower abdomen with the other punch.

.

"boom".

Ling Guang suddenly flew out of the ring like a kite with its string cut off.

"Poof" Ling Guang fell outside the stage, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

Immediately afterwards, two Ling family guards carried Ling Guang down.

Elder Ling Fu on the stage then announced, "Ling Hu wins!".

"Wow! Brother Linghu is so fierce."

"No, one day I will be like Brother Linghu, so awesome."

"Brother Linghu has always been my idol. I not only want to be as strong as him, but also surpass him."

…

The sideline disciples who supported Ling Hu in the audience cheered for Ling Hu one after another.

Next came two other Ling family disciples, both of whom were low-level mystical practitioners. The competition was evenly matched. After a fierce battle, both of them ended up losing, and one of them stood up.

It is called the winner, but no matter who wins or loses, they will not be able to participate in the next round.

The disciples of the Ling family in the audience watched this competition with excitement, and their eyes revealed a desire to break through to the Xuanzhe level as soon as possible.

The third competition began, and Elder Ling Fu announced again, "Ling Zhi and Ling Xing come on stage."

When these two people were called, the audience burst into cheers, as they were quite popular among the younger generation of the Ling family.

Ling Li, who was beside Qin Lang, said calmly again, "Pay attention to Ling Xing."

Qin Lang nodded knowingly, and then looked towards Ling Xing.

I saw a young man about twenty years old, wearing a blue military uniform that was very similar to Ling Rui. He had a long green sword tied behind his back, and his wild long hair fell down casually. He looked a little bit out of the world.

This is exactly the strength of Ling Xing, Ling Rui's eldest brother and a high-level profound practitioner. Last year, he only lost one move to Ling Li and ranked fourth. He is the leader among the eighteen generations of disciples.

On the viewing platform, the second elder Ling Mo said to the fifth elder beside him, "Fifth elder, Ling Xing is expected to break through to the Xuanshi level in half a year!".

The fifth elder, Ling Yan, said with a proud look, "These little guys are a little better than Ling Xing, but they are still far behind Kuang'er. Let's just say Zhi'er is not worse than him. He has already broken through to the low-level profound practitioners at the age of fifteen.

It’s not bad compared to Kuang’er’s talent!”.

Ling Mo showed an imperceptible smile, then changed the subject and said, "After you go back, you must supervise Ling Xing carefully and let him break through as soon as possible. Ling Xing will definitely become a Xuanshi within three months."

Ling Yan glanced at Ling Mo vaguely, then nodded silently.

On the ring, Elder Ling Fu announced the start of the game.

Ling Zhi cupped his hands towards Ling Xing and said, "Brother Xing, you have to be merciful!".

Ling Xing smiled and said, "I don't use weapons. If you can survive ten moves, you win."

Ling Zhi is the grandson of the second elder Ling Mo, and Ling Xing is the grandson of the fifth elder Ling Yan. They are both members of the same family, and their personal relationship is extremely close and friendly.

Ling Zhi shook a first-order high-level spear in his hand and shouted, "Then I'm not polite, look at the gun."

The spear darted out like a snake and reached Ling Xing's throat in an instant, so fast that it was difficult to grasp.

Ling Xing was not afraid at all, and very calmly made a backward movement, barely avoiding Ling Zhi's spear with his throat. At the same time, before Ling Zhi's spear could be withdrawn, Ling Xing kicked it, injecting 50% of his profound energy.

, directly kicked Lexus' spear away.

The spear was released, but Ling Zhi did not give up. He flew into the air, grabbed the spear again, and threw it hard at Ling Xing below.

The spear's momentum was like a rainbow, creating a gray spear shadow in mid-air.

"Well done." Ling Xing straightened his waist and his eyes were as bright as a torch. He shouted in appreciation. He avoided Ling Zhi's full blow like a phantom. At the same time, he turned his palms into claws and grabbed Ling Zhi's spear with one hand. He swept it sideways with one kick.

Lexus' shoulders.

The continuous flipping movements were very fast, which dazzled the Ling family disciples in the audience.

"Pa" Ling Zhi was kicked and his spear was taken away. He took two steps back and looked slightly pale.

Ling Xing threw the spear towards Ling Zhi and said with a smile, "Brother Zhi, you lose!".

Ling Zhi caught the spear and nodded, "It's not unfair to lose to Brother Xing."

Ling Zhi is just a low-level practitioner, while Ling Xing is a high-level practitioner. There is a huge gap in strength between the two. Even if Ling Xing doesn't use weapons, it will be very easy to defeat Ling Zhi.

Elder Ling Fu announced, "Ling Xing wins!".

Ling Xing and Ling Zhi came off the stage together. Ling Zhi whispered to Ling Xing, "Brother Xing, please teach that bastard Qin Lang a lesson."

Hearing the word Qin Lang, Ling Xing's eyes flashed sharply, and then he said faintly, "Humph, so what if he becomes a profound practitioner, he is just a low-level profound practitioner. I will beat him back to his original form with my own hands."

Ling Xing and his family had long had a deep grudge against Qin Lang's family, and recently they were angry with Qin Lang because his younger brother Ling Rui was almost expelled from the family. Naturally, Ling Xing would not let Qin Lang off easily.

The next competition was Ling Li's appearance. He faced another Ling family disciple, who only had the strength of a low-level profound practitioner. There was no suspense about the outcome. He was knocked out of the field with just one move by Ling Li.

The next round was a competition between two mid-level profound practitioners. In the end, Ling Hua, who ranked sixth last year, won the final victory after one hundred moves.

The last competition in the first round of the Mysterious Master is between Ling Tian, ​​a mid-level Mysterious Master, and Ling Hong, a low-level Mysterious Master. It is worth mentioning that Ling Hong is the granddaughter of the Sixth Elder. She is seventeen years old and is the only two Mysterious Masters.

Women above the rank.

On the stage, Ling Tian clasped his hands on his chest, looked at Ling Hong with disdain and said, "You are not my opponent. I don't want to embarrass you, so I have to admit defeat."

Ling Hong was born to be a leader who refused to admit defeat. When she heard Ling Tian's disdain, she immediately shouted, "If you want to defeat me, knock me off the stage." After saying that, with a shake of her hand, she pulled out two shiny curved short swords.

The sword looks extremely dazzling in the sun.

"It's actually a second-level low-level double-moon sword." As soon as the sword came out, someone in the audience exclaimed.

"I didn't expect the Sixth Elder to be so fond of Ling Hong. He immediately equipped her with these two moon swords as soon as she became a mysterious person. He was really willing to spend a lot of money."

"With the Double Moon Sword in hand, Ling Hong's combat power will at least increase by one level. It will not be so easy for Ling Tian to win."

On the viewing platform, the fourth elder Ling Wei sent a message to the sixth elder and said, "Sixth, I didn't expect you to care for Xiao Hong so much that you actually got her such a pair of sword blades."

The Sixth Elder smiled dryly and said, "That child likes daggers and practices very hard. It is not an exaggeration to give her a reward."

In the direct line of the Ling family, if there is a younger generation who has broken through to the Mysterious, they will be given at most a first-level intermediate or high-level weapon. This is a very common thing, and for someone like Ling Hong who has just entered the Mysterious,

The Sixth Elder got her a set of second-level low-level weapons, which was indeed rare.

The fourth elder said with a sly smile, "Yes, we have to be more generous with our children, and we still have to give them what is due."

The sixth elder looked at the disapproving smile of the fourth elder, then turned his attention to Ling Tian on the stage, and then noticed the sword on Ling Tian's back, and his mind trembled, "Could it be...".

On the ring, Ling Tian was not surprised when he saw the Double Moon Sword drawn by Ling Hong. Instead, he said playfully, "Do you think you can widen the gap between us with weapons? You are too naive."

"Humph, you have to try it before you know." Ling Hong snorted coldly, flipped her delicate hands, and thrust her swords towards Ling Tian like crescent moons.

"You shameless woman, let me let you know that even if I am a weapon, I will not be worse than you." Ling Tian snorted in displeasure, his body shook, and the thin sword behind him flew out like a dragon.

A red light shone on the arena.

"It's actually a second-level low-level sword again," someone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

"It's the Yanyang Sword. The Yanyang Sword can emit fire-attributed sword energy. It's even stronger than the Twin Moon Sword!".

"It seems that Ling Hong is bound to lose."

…

Qin Lang in the audience looked at the weapons of the two people curiously. Unexpectedly, both of them on the stage used second-level low-level swords. He had seen second-level swords in the weapons shop, and they cost several thousand gold coins at least.

, Damn, I didn’t expect someone to pick it up casually. It seems that he is going to ask his grandfather, the patriarch, for one or two to play with.

Ling Li on the side seemed to sense Qin Lang's thoughts and said calmly, "When you become a Xuanshi again, maybe grandpa will reward you with the Golden Emperor's Spear."

The Golden Emperor Spear, a second-level mid-level weapon, was privately rewarded by Ling Cang to Qin Lang when he broke through to the Mysterious Master two years ago. Later, Qin Lang's meridians were exhausted, and Ling Cang took it back.

Qin Lang curled his lips and said, "When I become a Xuanshi, I will at least use Xuanbing. Why use these rubbish?".

Ling Li slapped his face and did not answer Qin Lang's words because he only turned a deaf ear to Qin Lang's words.

It can be called a mysterious weapon. A weapon that has reached the third level can be considered as a mysterious weapon. There are only a handful of mysterious weapons in Meteor City, and there is only one clan-suppressing mysterious weapon in the Ling family. It is said that it is the only third-level weapon in Meteor City.

It was obtained by Master Li, the weapon master, and now Qin Lang asks for the third-level mysterious weapon. Isn't this just a dream?

On the stage, Ling Hong did not expect that Ling Tian would also use a second-level sword. You must know that Ling Tian still used a first-level high-level sword last year, but now he has been promoted to an intermediate profound practitioner and received the same reward from his family as her.

She also obtained a second-level low-level sword. She had taken advantage of the weapon, but the news disappeared without a trace in an instant.

However, she was born to be a leader who refused to admit defeat and would not give up casually. She danced the double-moon sword and attacked.

However, Ling Tian was superior to Ling Hong in terms of both strength and experience, and Ling Hong was soon forced to struggle.

At this time, Ling Hong was forced back to the edge of the ring by Ling Tian's sword, and almost fell out of the ring.

Ling Tian did not attack again, but raised his arrogant head and said calmly, "Go down by yourself or should I attack you?".

"Bastard" Ling Hong stamped her feet and gave a sweet shout. She concentrated all her mysterious energy and swung her swords across each other, creating tangled sword lights that made people feel dizzy. If they were not careful, their heads would be hanged.

.

This is Ling Hong's most powerful killing move, called "Moon Twisting".

The Sixth Elder on the stage stood up and shouted, "Xiao Hong is so ridiculous, how can he use such a desperate move?" The Sixth Elder knew that Ling Hong's move was so powerful that ordinary mid-level practitioners might suffer, but now

It's just a competition, there is no need to fight to the death, and besides, Ling Tian is the proud grandson of the four elders around him, so if Ling Hong is injured, the problem will be serious.

The fourth elder was not as excited as the sixth elder, but said very firmly, "The competition depends on your true ability. If Xiao Hong can really force Xiao Tian to step down, it will only be because he is not good at learning. You don't need to worry about it, Sixth Elder."

The Sixth Elder sighed softly and sat back down. However, he stood up again before he could sit firmly.

Because he saw Ling Hong flying out of the ring and being blown away by Ling Tian's sword.

On the stage, Ling Hong was angered by Ling Tian again and again, and used her own killing skills. She wanted to teach Ling Tian a lesson, but Ling Tian was not the master of letting others go, and he also had a powerful attack in the end.

Ling Tian was seen facing her killing, the playful smile on his face became wider, and then he jumped up in the air and shouted "The scorching sun is shining brightly".

The Yanyang Sword exuded a strong murderous aura, and a dazzling red light became even more intense. The long sword was like a rainbow, and it struck Ling Hong's swords. The red sword light was like a blooming sunflower, which was really beautiful.

"Jingle bell".

"boom"

Ling Hong's Double Moon Sword collided fiercely with Ling Tian's Yan Yang Sword. The weak Ling Hong was immediately knocked out of the field. Fortunately, the Ninth Elder Ling Fu waved his hand and the invisible profound energy immediately supported Ling Hong.

Red, it didn't make her fall too embarrassing, but she was still shocked and suffered internal injuries, blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and there was still a strong and unyielding look in her eyes.

As if he had done something insignificant, Ling Tian threw the Yanyang Sword into the air gracefully, turned around, and the Yanyang Sword returned to its sheath accurately.

"You don't overestimate your capabilities." Ling Tian snorted coldly and walked off the stage.

Under the stage, there was silence at first, and then they started to scream.

"Just now Ling Tian used... used a yellow-level sword skill?".

"Isn't it true that Huang-level sword skills can only be practiced at Xuanshi level?".

"This is what the theory says, but people at the Mysterious level can also practice, but the mysterious power is not released. It cannot use its true power. Now Ling Tian has only used one percent of the power of this move at most.

, If he reaches the Xuanshi level and his attributes match those of his sword skills, then this move can definitely kill Ling Hong instantly."

"This is so powerful! Then when I reach the Mysterious Master level, I will also choose the Yellow level Mysterious Technique to practice."

"Hmph, do you think it's so easy to practice? It's best not to practice before you know your own attributes. Otherwise, if you practice a technique that conflicts with your own attributes, your own practice will be destroyed. Lingtian's family is all fire.

Attribute. Then he will definitely have fire attributes when he advances to Xuanshi level in the future. Only then will he dare to practice in advance!"

Qin Lang closed his eyes and recalled Ling Tian's move just now. After a while, he showed a knowing smile and said to himself, "It's just a move to take advantage of the situation. It was used well."

As Ling Tian's battle came to an end, the first round of the martial arts test ended. The second round of drawing lots began again.

Since there was a match in the first round that was a lose-lose situation, the winner had already abstained. Therefore, there was no odd number in the second round, and Qin Lang had no chance to be the lucky one again. In the second round of the match, no matter what, he had to

Confront one of them.

The list of those entering the second round are as follows: Qin Lang, Ling Hu, Ling Xing, Ling Li, Ling Hua, and Ling Tian; among them, Qin Lang is the least powerful and is only a low-level profound practitioner, while the others are above the mid-level profound practitioner.

The six people went up to draw lots one by one. Qin Lang drew number 2 and actually faced Ling Tian, ​​who drew number 6. In the eyes of others, he may be considered lucky. After all, he did not draw a high-level profound practitioner, so the loss would not be too ugly.

Ling Tian came to Qin Lang and chuckled, "Former genius, I think you should give up as soon as possible, otherwise... you will lose very ugly."

Qin Lang didn't understand why Ling Tian showed hostility to him again and again, but since the provocation came, he was not afraid and said nonchalantly, "I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth."

Ling Tian snorted coldly, "It seems that you are just as clueless as Ling Hong."

Qin Lang looked directly at Ling Tian, ​​swallowed a few words lightly, "You are sick!", then turned around and walked back to his original position.

Ling Tian clenched his fists tightly and his face was extremely ugly. He wanted to take action against Qin Lang, but he still suppressed the impulse in his heart and murmured, "You dare to be arrogant even if you are a useless person. I will make sure you know the word 'death' later."

Write".

Ling Tian and Qin Lang had no old grudges, but Qin Lang's talent shown in the past was too amazing. Ling Tian was one year younger than Qin Lang, and his talent was not weak, but in front of Qin Lang, all his light was covered up. At first, he

In order to catch up with Qin Lang, he, like all the children of the Ling family, regarded Qin Lang as their idol and role model. Later, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch up with Qin Lang. Gradually, his admiration turned into jealousy. In the end, Qin Lang suddenly became

After killing the cripple, Ling Tian couldn't help but rejoice in his misfortune.

Now that Qin Lang has risen again, Ling Tian is in crisis again. He is afraid that his own light will be obscured again. He can't help but hate Qin Lang in his heart, so he plans to severely humiliate Qin Lang in the competition. It is best to

It can completely overwhelm him and make him completely unable to turn over.

This is a world of the strong, but also a world of the weak and the strong. Everyone in the older generation wants to be the supreme king, and everyone in the younger generation wants to be the most dazzling star. In this cruel and realistic world, everyone wants to be the king.

They rise to the top by riding on the brilliance of others, even brothers and sisters of the same race. To become a king or lose a bandit is the law of survival here. Only by breaking through all obstacles can one become a noble and strong person respected by thousands of people.

The next second round of competition will be the moment to witness the new generation of the Ling family taking over. The first competition will be between Ling Xing and Ling Hua.

In Ling Xing's first match against Ling Zhi, he did not consume any profound energy, and his strength was well preserved. However, Ling Hua was different. He was only a middle-level profound practitioner, which was a small step behind Ling Xing.

In the first match, I faced an opponent of the same level.

It took him more than a hundred moves to win the competition with difficulty. Although he was not seriously injured, most of his profound energy had been consumed. In this competition, he faced Ling Xing, who was more powerful than himself. He knew that he would win without forgetting, but he would still have to lose.

He lost with dignity and insisted on standing on the ring.

After the Ninth Elder Ling Fu announced the start, Ling Xing smiled lightly at the pale Ling Hua and said, "As long as you can take one of my moves, how about I admit defeat in this competition?".

Ling Hua first glanced at Ling Xing doubtfully, then tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand and said firmly, "Come on." He thought in his mind that both sides would lose anyway, couldn't he still be able to withstand one of his moves?

Ling Xing smiled gloomily and said, "Hey, then you can take it."

After laughing, Ling Xing kicked his feet. His whole body was like an arrow, and his movements were very fast. He put one hand behind his back, and the other hand was already on the hilt of the sword behind him. Just when he came to Ling Hua who was waiting for him,

Shouted "Qingmanggui!".

With one strike of the sword, the green light flourished!

Ling Hua was gathering all his profound energy, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, green veins on his wrists bursting out, and clenching his teeth. When Ling Xing's green sword light was about to come to his eyes, he shouted "Come!".

Following the roar, Ling Hua's long sword moved towards Ling Xing's green light.

"Jingle bell".

"boom"

"ah"

The swordsmen rang out continuously, and one person even let out a miserable cry, and one person flew out of the ring. Fortunately, the ninth elder Ling Fu used his skill to prevent the person who flew out from falling so badly.

The person who fell out was surprisingly Ling Hua, who had received Ling Xing's attack. His first-order high-level long sword had been split into two pieces. Blood was flowing from the mouth of both hands. If he didn't take the pill,

With medication, it will take at least three months to get better.

Ling Hua was carried down. Elder Ling Fu announced "Ling Xing wins".

The results had just been announced, and the Ling family disciples in the audience all screamed in surprise.

"Ling Xing is so powerful, he actually knocked Ling Hua away with one move."

"I didn't even see how he made the move. Ling Hua flew out. If there was a life-or-death fight, Ling Hua would probably lose his head."

“I don’t know if this year’s Lingxing is more powerful or Lingli is stronger!”.

…

Watching Ling Xing defeat the enemy with one move, Fifth Elder Ling Yan on the viewing platform was filled with joy, obviously very satisfied with Ling Xing's performance.

The clan leader Ling Cang, who was in the middle of the viewing platform, frowned slightly, with a hint of worry between his brows.

On the stage, Ling Xing had already sheathed his sword, flicked his long bangs, sneered slightly and said, "You are not overestimating your abilities!", then glanced in Qin Lang's direction, and then walked off the stage.

"Ling Tian and Qin Lang please come to the stage," Elder Ling Fu's voice rang out again.

Ling Tian still acted like the previous scene, leaping from the stage to the stage in a very elegant and agile manner, while Qin Lang walked up the stairs calmly. It wasn't that he didn't want to be in the limelight, but there were too few beauties in the audience, and besides, there were too few beauties in the audience.

As he was from the same clan, he felt there was no need to waste his expression.

"Qin Lang was not so lucky this time. He was actually allowed to go to the second round as a low-level profound practitioner. It was really good for him."

"Whoever makes a person's character explode, even a useless talent can be cultivated again. It's not surprising that he has reached this point."

"Ling Tian has already learned Huang-level sword skills, and he likes to be in the limelight. He will never let Qin Lang off easily like he did in the last fight."

In the audience, the children of the Ling family were discussing the upcoming battle between Ling Tian and Qin Lang.

The competition finally begins!

"Come, let me see how talented our Ling family is. I can give you three moves." Ling Tian said with a very contemptuous finger to Qin Lang.

"Nonsense, this kid seems to be too arrogant. I must teach him a lesson when I get back." Ling Wei, the fourth elder on the viewing platform, slapped the table and said angrily. He glanced at Ling Cang in the middle, as if he was afraid of his own

Just as the grandson's behavior offended the patriarch Ling Cang, Qin Lang must be Ling Cang's grandson.

The second elder Ling Mo on the side said quietly, "It's normal for young people to be impulsive and arrogant. It doesn't hurt." The second elder Ling Mo and the clan leader Ling Cang have been at odds with each other. He took the opportunity to speak to Ling Wei of the middle faction. His meaning is self-evident.

Ling Cang in the middle nodded his hair and said, "We have also experienced the age of youth and frivolity. Ling Tian is a good young man. The fourth child must be well trained in the future so that he can become the pillar of the family as soon as possible!".

Ling Wei glanced at Ling Mo, and finally said to Ling Cang, "Ling Wei knows." In fact, Ling Wei is still very proud now. Ling Lin and Ling Tian's talents are the best among the younger generation. Of course, his old face is shining.

Well, even if Ling Tian is arrogant now, Ling Wei doesn't think it's a problem. As a young man, it's understandable. He just said that just to take care of Ling Cang's face.

Looking back to the stage, Qin Lang revealed a sly smile and said loudly, "Is this what you said, giving me three moves?".

Qin Lang's words were heard by everyone in the audience, and they couldn't help but laugh.

Ling Tian naturally thought that Qin Lang was suffering from stage fright and deliberately spoke loudly to embolden his courage. He immediately said with disdain, "Of course, I, Ling Tian, ​​keep my word. If you can force me to make a move within three moves, I will lose." Ling Tian said this

He spoke equally loudly, as if he was afraid that the people in the audience wouldn't hear him.

Qin Lang smiled and said, "Okay, get ready. I'm going to attack."

Ling Tian made a gesture of invitation and said, "Come here, let alone three moves. Even if you move thirty moves, you may not be able to hurt me even a little bit." Ling Tian was quite confident because he was a mid-level profound practitioner.

, even if he is just a middle-level mystic who has just entered, his strength will not be defeated even if he can face five low-level mystics at the same time, not to mention that he has already mastered two yellow-level sword skills, and he has to deal with a low-level mystic who has just entered the army for half a month.

Isn't Qin Lang very capable?

"Then I'm here, just wait." Qin Lang said as he walked slowly towards Ling Tian. He looked like he was leisurely strolling around. He didn't look like he was going to attack at all.

"Watch it," Qin Lang said, and actually used the ordinary wild fist to punch Ling Tian in the face.

Ling Tian clasped his hands in front of his chest and turned his body slightly to one side. He easily avoided Qin Lang's punch. He said contemptuously, "You can even touch me with this kind of mountain village fist. I'm dreaming."

Qin Lang withdrew his fist and shook it casually, "Grandma, you dodged it. Look at this punch again." Qin Lang swung his fist, increased his speed and hit Qin Lang again, without any impact.

Unexpectedly, Ling Tian escaped again.

The children of the Ling family in the audience were shocked by Qin Lang's performance.

"This, how can this be considered the strength of a low-level profound practitioner? Even a fifth-level warrior can punch faster than him."

"Could it be that he knew he was no match for Ling Tian and deliberately threw a few punches before giving up?".

"I don't think he's such a coward?".

…

Ling Zhi in the audience also stared at Qin Lang with an inexplicable expression. He was knocked unconscious by Qin Lang with one move. He didn't believe that Qin Lang didn't even have the courage to fight. It seemed that his two punches were just to paralyze him.

With Ling Tian's attention, the third move will definitely come as a surprise.

The elders in the audience were also puzzled by Qin Lang's performance. They all thought that Qin Lang's last move was the third move, but they all believed that no matter how unexpected Qin Lang was in the end, it would be impossible to defeat him.

Ling Tian's, after all, the gap in strength is there.

"This is the last move. Use it to kill anyone." Ling Tian sneered. Although he was conceited, he was not the kind of brainless person. He must have guessed Qin Lang's intention.

Qin Lang touched his nose and said, "Not bad, not bad. You can dodge two of my punches, so you are quite capable. It seems that I really can't defeat you if I don't take it seriously."

Ling Tian said, "Don't talk so much. You only have one last chance. Draw your sword and cherish it."

Just now, Qin Lang just swung at Ling Tian with his bare hands, and any warrior's strongest move usually uses a weapon. Only weapons can make the opponent feel intimidating and use the strongest power.

Qin Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of subtlety, and he immediately chuckled and said, "It's not worth drawing my sword to deal with a little mid-level profound practitioner like you."

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Haha, do you think you are still the Xuanshi you were back then? You are just a minor character who has just entered the ranks, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue when I say this to you."

On the viewing platform, the fifth elder Ling Yan sneered, "These days, some children just don't know how to advance or retreat." The fifth elder was once teased by Qin Lang in the cabinet, and his grandson Ling Rui was almost expelled from the family.

It can be said that Lang hates it very much.

Fourth Elder Ling Wei held back his laughter. He also believed that although Qin Lang could practice again, he believed that his grandson would never be defeated.

Is this really the case?

The next moment, Qin Lang used his actions to prove that others' ideas were wrong, and they were very wrong.

Qin Lang said calmly, "Ready, I'm going to take action."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on, don't waste time, this is your last chance to take action," Ling Tian said confidently.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lang started to move. His movements seemed slow but were actually very fast. His footsteps were ethereal and strange, as if like a gust of wind, he arrived in front of Ling Tian in an instant.

"Flowing water moves clouds"

"Catch the wind and capture the shadow"

Qin Lang was merciless and struck Ling Tian in the chest of the unresponsive Ling Tian with his palms as fast as running water. Then he kicked the Fengshen's legs several times, leaving Ling Tian unable to parry.

Ling Tian only felt his eyes flash, Qin Lang had already attacked him, and he was hit before he even had time to react. He was like a sandbag, being blown away without any chance to fight back.

Whether they were in the audience or on the stage, everyone was stunned. When Ling Tian was blown away like a kite with a broken string, they were all dumbfounded.

The Ling family disciples in the audience did not know how Qin Lang took action. Only the deacons of Xuanshi level and above who were watching the battle and the elders on the stage could clearly see that Qin Lang had struck nine punches and kicks each, for a total of eighteen punches.

The attacks all fell on Ling Tian. (To be continued...)