It took a while for him to get up.

To be honest, Ling Tian had five chances to defeat and kill him, but he deliberately let him go five times, and the other party knew it.

"Battle platform eight, Ling Tiansheng!"

Ling Tian was just a freshman this year, he had stayed in the Imperial City Academy for less than half a year, and he had such a strength against the sky, and he had even advanced to the top eight.

This scene shocked many old students in the audience with his anti-heaven talent.

"It's unbelievable, He Yi, as an old student of an institution of higher learning, would be so vulnerable in front of Ling Tian. ”

"Tianjiao, who is the first on the list of divine power, is only afraid that in ordinary schools, only Yun Xuan of the Southern Academy can match it. ”

While everyone was talking, a beautiful senior sister was staring at him with beautiful eyes, secretly promising Ling Tian and muttering to herself, "I don't know if Ling Tian has a favorite object, I really want to be his princess." ”

"Senior sister, don't fight with me, I'm worthy of a proud son like him, you're far behind. ”

It was another handsome junior sister who spoke, and she was very unconvinced, with her hands crossed on her chest, holding up her round crisp peak, and demonstrating to the other party.

It didn't take long for more and more senior sisters and sisters to come to the audience, hoping that Ling Tian could pay more attention to him.

At this time, Ling Tian looked at the battle platforms on all sides, and the other seven battle platforms were also over.

"The top eight disciples are: No. 1 Battle Platform, Dugu Qiu of the West Courtyard, No. 2 Battle Platform, Luo Cheng of the East Courtyard, No. 3 Battle Platform, Yang Tan of the North Courtyard, No. 4 Battle Platform, Gao Ping of the South Courtyard, No. 5 Battle Platform, Yunxuan of the South Courtyard, No. 6 Battle Platform, Wuyuan of the East Courtyard, No. 7 Battle Platform, Yao Qingyu of the South Courtyard, No. 8 Battle Platform, Ling Tian of the South Courtyard!"

After the deacon elders finished reading the results, the eight disciples gathered towards the four battle platforms that had been arranged in advance.

Elder Cizhu and the other three elders had been waiting here for a long time.

Ling Tian's performance just now made Elder Cizhu very satisfied, and he even had the heart to accept disciples.

And the one who was the most broken and trembling in his heart was undoubtedly Elder Chu of the North Courtyard, this achievement was simply unacceptable to him.

Only one person from the North Courtyard made it to the quarterfinals!

"Ling Tian, why do you keep working against our North Courtyard again and again, how can the old man tolerate you. ”

Elder Chu was angry and hated Ling Tian, but he didn't dare to show it in front of Elder Cizhu, thinking back to the beginning, he shouldn't have let Sun Sheng and Yang Tan go to the Southern Courtyard to make trouble, let alone let Duan Feng provoke the Southern Courtyard, all of this was his own doing.

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Soon after, the top eight disciples all ascended their respective battle platforms.

The opponent in front of Ling Tian was Yao Qingyu, the fifth in the Southern Courtyard, a woman who looked both arrogant and charming.

Everyone in the audience was full of heat in their eyes and with a strong sense of envy, although their hearts were itching, but they were helpless.

Ling Tian looked towards the other battle platforms and noticed that Yun Xuan's opponent was Dugu Qiu, and Yang Tan's opponent was Luo Cheng.

To be honest, ever since he saw the scene between Duan Feng and Jia Yuan, Ling Tian was particularly worried that Yun Xuan would lose to Yang Tan.

Yao Qingyu saw that Ling Tian was a little distracted, and she was quite unwilling in her heart, she had always had a good impression of Ling Tian, but because Yun Xuan was close to the water, she couldn't find a chance.

"Ling Tian, you don't have to worry about Senior Sister, I'm afraid Dugu Qiu of the Western Courtyard may not even be able to catch Senior Sister's ten moves. Yao Qingyu reminded.

Having said that, Ling Tian always felt that the other party had something to say.

Seeing that Ling Tian was still silent, Yao Qingyu smiled again, "Ling Tian, don't you think it's a little boring just to fight back and forth like this?

"Bet?" Ling Tian said with a stunned look in his eyes.

"You fight me, as long as you can knock me down within ten moves, even if I don't play on the stage, I will still admit defeat, and I will give you another ten bottles of spiritual liquid unconditionally. But if you can't do it, you have to promise me one thing, associate with me, and marry me in the future," Yao Qingyu said with a serious smile.

As soon as these words came out, the hatred of the male disciples in the audience towards Ling Tian became even more thorough, and the teeth were bitten with a "gurgling" sound.

You must know that Yao Qingyu is the second largest beauty in the Southern Courtyard, and in terms of appearance, she is not much worse than the senior sister.

Ling Tian shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his face.

"What is the origin of this Yao Qingyu, who is actually willing to take out ten bottles of spiritual liquid?" Ling Tian was a little curious.

However, after all, it was ten bottles of spiritual liquid, and the temptation was too great, I had to admit that Ling Tian was indeed a little moved, not to mention, he didn't think that he really couldn't do anything about her, so he said, "What you say counts?"

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He Yi snorted coldly, and immediately pulled out a seven-foot-long Ziyan battle knife, urging the true qi, activating the eighty battle patterns on the battle weapon, and rushing towards Ling Tian.

At this time, I saw that the battle weapon in his hand began to ignite a fierce purple flame, and even dragged out a long flame in the air, and the sword was overwhelming.

Under normal circumstances, the sword potential energy invisibly gives the opponent a sense of intimidation, making him frightened and surrendering without a fight.

This He Yi can win six games in a row, so naturally he can't be a weakling.

But unfortunately, his opponent was Ling Tian.

Between the lightning and flint, Ling Tian calmly stretched out his right palm and made a palm effort.

At this moment, He Yi calmed down, "Don't fight him, my biggest advantage now is that my speed is faster than him, and my cultivation is higher than him, so I should use my strengths and avoid weaknesses to have a chance to beat him!"

So, this disciple used his fastest speed to dodge to the side, dodging Ling Tian's palm blow.

He decided to let Ling Tian strike first, as long as he adopted the free tactic, he would definitely let Ling Tian drain his true qi, and then it would be easy to deal with him again.

Compared with their true qi, in terms of consumption alone, he has a very advantage.

After seeing this, the corners of Ling Tian's mouth rose slightly, and as soon as his feet moved, he caught up with He Yi in an instant.

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At this moment, He Yi was extremely stunned, his back was cold, he was completely shocked by Ling Tian's terrifying speed.

But he didn't think he was going to lose yet.

At the moment when Ling Tian appeared, He Yi hurriedly retreated behind him, wanting to distance himself from Ling Tian.

However, with the other party's speed, it would be easy for Ling Tian to catch up with him. You must know that Ling Tian's fastest speed is almost comparable to that of a martial artist at the peak of the middle stage of the Refining Mind Realm.

Seeing Ling Tian getting closer and closer to him, He Yi was extremely panicked, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "This speed is too terrifying, what kind of demon is Ling Tian!"

Within two seconds, Ling Tian appeared in front of him again, He Yi's face changed, and he simply decided to fight with Ling Tian.

He swung his fiery Ziyan War Knife and slashed towards Ling Tian.

At this moment, Ling Tian had already used his palm power properly, and with his rich combat experience, he slapped the opponent's abdomen in the air, causing him to be shaken all over, spit blood from his mouth, and fly upside down nine meters away like a kite with a broken string, falling off the battle platform.