Chapter Forty-Eight: The First Battle of the Group!

All the warriors in the square suddenly went crazy, and their eyes were full of envy.

The top five teams will be rewarded with rune bags.

It is said that the rune bag has its own space, which can hold a lot of things, and it is a necessary thing for a martial artist to go out and practice, taking the 100,000 mountains as an example, except for the heads and elders of various sects, no one is qualified to have a rune bag.

As for the exercises of practicing the five grades of the physical realm, this is even more fragrant, so far, among the 100,000 mountains, even if they are geniuses and powerhouses, the exercises they have cultivated are at most four grades, and even, the exercises of the five grades may be able to become the exercises of the four major sects and towns!

And the martial arts of the Xuanjie first-grade are the martial arts cultivated in the realm above the physical realm!

These two rewards are priceless, and only the Zhang family of the ancient clan can take out this background.

In the corner of the square, the eyes of the three Iron Demons lit up, and the imperative on their faces was extremely strong!

On the other side, there was a wave of envy in Liu Qian's eyes, and even a kind of madness was hidden in the envy, while An Yu'er was calm and unmoved.

This small change made Lin Ling secretly surprised.

However, Lin Ling was also indifferent, as if it was none of his business, although the practice of practicing the five grades of the physical realm was rare, compared to his Nine Dragons Strength, it was obviously not a level, the reward of the Zhang family of the ancient clan, and the only thing he saw was the rune bag.

"The Genius Summit begins!"

On the square, a rumbling sound sounded, and gradually, ten martial arts platforms rose from the ground, like mushrooms after a rain, and that magical means made many people secretly smack their tongues.

At the same time, several jade plaques flew in the sky and fell into the hands of the members of each group one by one.

"There are ten groups in a martial arts, and then the knockout round, the loser is eliminated directly, and we are assigned to the No. 9 Wutai!" Liu Qian looked at the jade card in her hand, and then her eyes turned, and her face suddenly sank after she saw the other groups of the No. 9 Wutai.

An Yu'er sensed that something was wrong, and couldn't help asking, "Sister Qian, what's wrong?"

"No. 9 Wutaizhong, the other groups, with my strength in the Nine Realms of Training, are not worth fearing, but that group should not be underestimated, the captain is Panyan, and he is also the Nine Realms of Training, I am not his opponent, I hope, we will not meet too early!" Liu Qian sighed.

As if sensing Liu Qian's gaze, the three-person team on the other side, a young man with a scar on his face looked coldly, he licked his lips, showed a bloodthirsty smile, and then made a knife to wipe his neck, and this action was done to Liu Qian.

Obviously, the young man named Panyan can also see that in Liu Qian's group, only Liu Qian can see it, and the others are all waste.

Liu Qian retracted her gaze, and her willow eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Lin Ling also looked over there, but in his heart, the young man named Panyan made him a little jealous, but for some reason, a thin and short young man beside Panyan made him feel more mysterious.

Isn't Panyan's group the strongest?

When I thought about it, other martial arts had already begun to fight, and the rules of Wutai were to admit defeat or fall outside Wutai, and of course death was also a loss.

"In my hands, admitting defeat is not the result, death is the result!"

No. 1 Wutai, the battle ended quickly, the two opponents on the field, one of them was directly wiped out, and the opportunity to admit defeat was not given to the other party, and one died, and the remaining two continued to fight, but unfortunately, the remaining two directly admitted defeat, and Wutai did not dare to go up!

Although the means of obliterating the opponent are extremely brutal, it is clear that the effect of deterrence is also good.

The battle of the No. 5 Wutai is also over, although the geniuses who played did not wipe out the opponent, but they all disabled the opponent, and they used one move, no matter who played, they were all defeated in one move.

Ten martial arts, the battle was extremely fierce, and the onlookers were very interested, and they were extremely indifferent to the dead lives.

Warriors fight for their lives with the sky and dare to embark on this road, which is the companionship of life and death, and all warriors are accustomed to it!

And Lin Ling, his face is also calm, after experiencing so much, he has already integrated into this world.

"Okay, it's almost our turn, the first battle, which of us will go first!" Liu Qian had the momentum of the eldest sister, she looked at Lin Ling and An Yuer and said.

In a group of three, the first person on the group is very important, not too weak, not too strong.

If it is too weak, then it will lose momentum, and the opponent will also grow in flames, and it is likely to explode in the battle and eliminate all three opponents.

And it's too strong, although it can win the other party, but it consumes physical strength, and when you meet a stronger group in the next game, then you will lose if you don't have physical strength and aura!

"I'll do it!"

Lin Ling opened his mouth and said, the purpose of him is different from Liu Qian, he came to hone his life, so naturally he wanted to play as many games as he wanted.

"You are the lowest realm among the three of us, weaker, I think it is better for Senior Sister Yu'er!" Liu Qian frowned, but after her words fell, she glanced at An Yu'er and found that An Yu'er didn't speak, and seemed to approve of Lin Ling going first, so she didn't stop it.

It doesn't matter if Lin Ling goes first, she and An Yuer are the main forces, and they can also fight for more rest.

The three of them just decided, and soon it was Lin Ling's turn to be in the group, Liu Qian explained, let Lin Ling do his best, if he was defeated, then admit defeat, and then let them solve it, after Lin Ling nodded, he jumped onto the martial platform.

The opponent arrived earlier than Lin Ling, this is an eighteen-year-old young man, he carried it with one hand, and his face was indifferent: "Your group, Liu Qian is not bad, you are at best a number of heads, it is better to admit defeat early, so as not to humiliate yourself!"

This young man is in the lead, and his strength is medium in their group, obviously trying to make Liu Qian's group feel jealous through the momentum of one blow.

"Seven realms of physical training?"

Lin Ling's pupils looked at it and shook his head, the opponent's strength was not strong, and he didn't know where the opponent's confidence and pride came from.

"Yes, I am practicing the Seven Realms of the Body, but I am practicing the exercises of the three grades, and I have the martial arts of the three grades of the Yellow Rank in hand, if you don't admit defeat, do you want to die?"

The young man snorted coldly, still treating Lin Ling as the weakest existence in the group, and after the words fell, he made a move.

"Blood Shadow Dafa, Blood Clotting Finger!"

He pointed out, like a blood shadow passing through, straight into Lin Ling's chest, this finger not only attacked fiercely, but also combined with the power of the Blood Shadow Dafa, it had the power to condense the enemy's blood.

The blood is all condensed, and it is either dead or crippled!

"Next!"

Before he could point to Lin Ling, the young man said proudly.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Lin Ling probably knew the characteristics of the opponent's exercises at a glance, shook his head, and blasted out a plain punch.

Bang!

Fists collided, and waves of air surged.

Burst!

The young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, was knocked out of the martial platform with a punch, and after sitting on the ground, he looked at Lin Ling in a daze, completely unaware of how he lost!