Xuanhuan: I Can Become Stronger By Playing Games

"It's just trash, I thought it would be a big surprise for me."

Lin Feng retracted the knife, looked around, snorted coldly, and looked disdainful.

He shook his head slightly, as if disappointed, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly with a hint of mockery.

"I really don't understand. What's the use of going to the main line just like you trash? Are you wasting resources?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the geniuses from other branches on the entire field were blue and white, and everyone clenched their fists, but no one said a word.

Lin Feng glanced at the geniuses from other branches present, and sneered, as if he had expected everyone's reaction.

Immediately, he withdrew his knife and slowly returned to Heisha City.

Lin Yinmeng looked at Lin Yinmeng, who was standing aside without looking at him, his face flushed from embarrassment.

For him, no peerless fairy is as good-looking as his own knife.

And for those who were defeated by his sword, it was not worth taking a second look at him.

In the field, for a while, the originally high-spirited competition mood even quieted down a bit.

The high fighting spirit of everyone was undoubtedly hit hard by Lin Feng in this black evil city. Among their branches, they were one of the best geniuses, but when they came to a place where geniuses gathered, they seemed a little mediocre.

At least, facing that Lin Feng, they felt that they were not opponents.

Lin Yuluo and others from the Lin family branch of the Great Sky City welcomed Lin Yinmeng back.

They lowered their heads one by one, their faces flushed red, and they glared at the direction of Heisha City, but they all dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

Among the many branches, Heisha City has occupied the top ten in the past.

This is a badge of honor! It is a symbol of strength!

Moreover, even Lin Yinmeng was vulnerable.

They are not opponents at all.

If you forcibly provoke it, it is just self-inflicted humiliation.

......

The next few fights.

None of the people in Heisha City came on stage. Among the three, the swordsman in black sat safely on the chair, and he didn't even move his eyelids. Obviously, he had no interest in this fight.

The people who saw Heisha City did not make another move, and the atmosphere in the field became slightly warmer.

People reported their origins from the realm, and they competed with each other, or there was a winner or loser.

They are all geniuses from their respective branches. They are similar to each other, but they all have their own proud points. Therefore, when they compete with each other, they will gain something regardless of whether they win or lose.

Many people are also full of enthusiasm, and their fighting spirit is stronger than one layer!

Soon, after the next fight is over.

Lin Miaotong's eyes were full of light, and she couldn't control her impulse, her face full of fighting intent.

With a jump, he appeared in the field.

"Linfeng City, Lin Miaotong, True Yuan Triple Layer!"

The contest between geniuses has a strong attraction for someone like her who practices kendo!

At the sight of another beautiful female cultivator, many people present also had their eyes flickering and thought.

Not many people came to Linfeng City, only three people.

One of them, Lin Xiuran, only managed three moves. Looking at the crowd, he was almost at the bottom.

Now this Lin Miaotong doesn't seem to be weak, and he doesn't know how strong he is.

Just as someone wanted to play, in the direction of Heisha City, there was a man in a black jersey with a gloomy complexion, walking with a knife.

"Lin Huang, the city of black evil, the third level of True Yuan, come to ask for a lesson or two."

After all, Lin Huang, the black evil city, stared at the weak points of Lin Miaotong's body like a poisonous snake.

......

The field was immediately plunged into an unspeakable silence.

Everyone's eyes flashed, and they circulated around Lin Huang in the black city, obviously a little surprised.

It stands to reason that no one present should be an opponent of Heisha City. This Lin Huang, I don't know why he wants to shoot.

"This......"

Lin Miaotong was a little stunned.

She just wanted to find someone at random to try it out, but she never thought that people from Heisha City would actually be on the stage.

But already on the stage, how can you retreat without a fight?

Even if the opponent is extremely strong.

"Alright, let's take a look at a truly powerful genius, and where is his strength!"

Lin Miaotong was a little nervous, but after closing her eyes slightly, she quickly recovered.

She regained her fighting spirit.

Heisha City is Heisha City.

Entering the micro sword is meant to be in her body, it is only the same realm, she also dares to draw the sword!

Just see how big the gap is between the branches compared with the top ten branches in the past!

"Actually understood the sword intent? Very good."

"Hopefully, I won't be disappointed."

In the field, Lin Huang, the city of black evil, felt an astonishing sword intent rise from Lin Miaotong, and suddenly laughed.

With a black knife in his hand, he was shocked!

hum-

A crisp knife sounded, and in an instant, Lin Huang turned into a black shadow.

He had a gloomy and cold aura all over his body, and his figure was blurred, and he appeared behind Lin Miaotong in an instant when the real essence was flowing.

"what?"

Lin Miaotong was startled, and immediately reacted, her eyes widened, and her whole body burst out with sword intent.

She turned around quickly, trying to hand the sword behind her.

However.

Heisha City Lin Huang sighed, the long knife in his hand turned over, and seemed disappointed:

"Battle awareness is too poor, the sword intent is on you, it's a waste."

brush!

The knife shines.

His figure flickered, he suddenly accelerated, and the long knife in his hand slashed heavily at Lin Miaotong! !

bang——

Lin Miaotong tried her best to avoid the blade, but the sharp blade still cut through Lin Miaotong's abdomen.

Then Lin Huang kicked the exhausted Lin Miaotong with a heavy kick and flew out!

It's still a move, spike!

In the field, Lin Huang stood proudly, while Lin Miaotong clutched his lower abdomen, his face was pale, his feet were trembling, and he could hardly stand up.

The blood, through the slender fingers, is scattered all over the place!

She was already injured, and not lightly.

There was an uproar in the field.

The people of this Black Demon City are too ruthless to start!

The last knife, there is absolutely no need to deliver that deep.

If Lin Miaotong didn't have time to dodge, wouldn't he have been cut open with a knife?

......

"Comprehend the meaning of the sword, and it is also a waste!"

"To be honest, I was a little disappointed!"

Lin Huang withdrew the knife, his eyes indifferent.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he walked slowly back to the direction of Heisha City without looking at everyone present.

Just like Lin Feng before, trash, it's not worth taking another look at him!

Lin Xiuran got up in a hurry, helped the miserable Lin Miaotong back, and took out the wound medicine to help stop the bleeding.

In the field, everyone couldn't bear their eyes, and for a while there was some silence.

The atmosphere of the competition, which had been somewhat restored, had completely cooled down.

They all thought that the people in Heisha City were too vicious, but they didn't dare to say more.

Lin Qing's eyes were slightly stern, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Huang, the black city. He looked at Lin Miaotong, whose breath was weakened, with a cold face.

It's just a test, there is absolutely no need to make such a heavy hand.

He originally thought that this level of competition was just for children playing at home and learning from each other friendly, but he never thought that Lin Miaotong and Lin Huang had no grudges and no grudges, but this person was so ruthless.

The others, Lin Qing, didn't care, even Lin Yinmeng, who was as beautiful as a fairy, had nothing to do with him.

But Lin Miaotong, how to say, also comes from the same branch as him, and he is of the same clan.

brush!

In Lin Xiuran's stunned eyes, Lin Qing jumped into the field with a cold expression on his face.

"Linfengcheng, Lin Qing, the ninth level of true qi."

After that, Lin Qing pointed to Lin Huang who had just returned to his position and had not yet sat down, and said in the shocked eyes of everyone:

"You, get off."*