"Yo, there's a situation, look at the No. 2 ring, this is so desperate, right?"

The competition in the No. 1 ring had just ended, and everyone had not yet recovered from Li Yi's strength, when suddenly an exclamation focused everyone's attention on the game again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw that a young man covered in blood in the No. 2 ring was hugging another person's thigh hard, opening his mouth and biting it hard.

The other was in a hurry, kicked him in the waist with all his strength, and slammed into the ring with a whoosh.

Liwen smiled miserably, a palm-sized piece of meat fell out of his mouth, his mouth was full of blood, and his smile was miserable and desperate.

"I said you don't want to die, isn't it just a ranking? You need to work so hard,, look at the wound you bite Lao Tzu, how many eggs do you have to eat to make up for it"

Blood stained Peng Yiheng's pants red, he could have won easily, but who knew that when he met a madman, he would have lost a piece of meat.

Liwen spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled bitterly, "It's worth it, a disciple of a big sect like you has never lacked cultivation resources, and you don't understand the suffering of our scattered cultivation."

As long as I enter the top twenty, I will be able to get rewards, so that I can break through the current realm, you know, I have been staying in the foundation building small success realm for five years, if I have this batch of rewards, I will be able to break through to the foundation building middle success realm.

But my strength is too weak, I didn't expect to be eliminated in the first level, isn't it useless.

I'm sorry, I bit you in a hurry, the most valuable sword in my body is this Qingfeng Sword, I spent all my savings to forge Qingfeng, if you can take it, you can take it"

Reluctantly glanced at Qingfeng Sword, twenty-five years of life, Qingfeng Sword accompanied him for ten years.

At the age of fifteen, he set foot on the path of cultivation by chance, and Liwen used the savings left to him by his parents to forge the Qingfeng Sword, and used his own blood as the guide to forge the Qingfeng Sword.

Huzzing, Qingfeng Jian trembled violently when he heard that Liwen was going to give it away.

"Forget it, I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of the fire to rob, who wants your sword"

Although I have to admit that Liwen's Qingfeng Sword is indeed a good sword, as a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, Peng Yiheng has his own dignity.

The reputation of the famous sect cannot be tarnished, if he takes the opponent's weapon at the cultivation conference, then what will others think of him in the future, and how will the Qingcheng faction behind him be treated.

Liwen breathed a sigh of relief, the only thing that has accompanied him over the years is the Qingfeng Sword, although the Qingfeng Sword is his weapon, but he has long regarded the Qingfeng Sword as his only relative.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the Qingfeng Sword hard, and a smile appeared in his mouth, and he fainted.

"This person can cultivate alone at the age of twenty-five to the realm of foundation building, his qualifications are still good, if he can have the opportunity to worship a famous sect and get the guidance of a famous teacher, the future is limitless."

"It's really good, that ruthlessness is really rare, although this battle was lost, but isn't it an opportunity to show yourself, you look at the people of those sects looking at him with their eyes shining, it is estimated that after waking up, there will be many sects to grab the table to accept him"

"Yes, Liwen's foundation is too poor, and there are no good martial arts, but these are not a problem for those big factions"

"Indeed, hey, I said the old ghost, or you can take him in."

"Just kidding, my apprentice and I have eaten the last meal now, and I finally ate a dry mouth, if I really accept him, I won't have to become thin again.

After that, how can my small temple compete with the wealthy big family?"

“……”

Liwen was carried out of the ring and placed in the backyard of the Alliance, where a specialized physician was placed to heal him.

Although Wu Dou lost at the first level, his ruthlessness made everyone remember him, and he bit off a piece of meat from Peng Yiheng, a genius disciple of the Qingcheng faction, and confirmed that he was ruthless enough.

"Why, Captain Nightingale has taken a fancy to this person" Mingyun said with a smile, the Nightingale's eyes have been wandering over Liwen, the Empty Blade is not what it used to be, Captain Nightingale is a master of extreme dirty, and he is also a number one figure in the cultivation world.

But there is one point that there are too few cultivators in the Republic, and even fewer can be of great use, and there are more than a dozen people in the Nightingale Clan, and now a good seedling has suddenly appeared, and it is still a loose cultivator who does not belong to any force, it would be great if he could be pulled away from the Empty Blade.

Nightingale did not deny it either, saying that "of course, the republic needs such talents"

What happened in the second ring was just a small episode of the cultivation conference, like a small pebble thrown into a huge lake, although it will also cause ripples, but it will not be long before it will calm down, as for how much turmoil these waves will cause, that is a matter for later.

"Master" Peng Yi held his injured right leg horizontally and returned to the position of the Qingcheng faction.

"What's the matter, it's nothing," Zhou Jili said with concern, Peng Yiheng is the most promising of the younger generation of their Qingcheng faction to advance to the top 20, if he is eliminated in the next round because of the injured right leg, wouldn't it be too much of a loss.

"It's okay, I've already taken the muscle-building pill, the next round will be tomorrow, and it won't affect tomorrow's game"

Everyone in the Qingcheng faction breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and then the other senior brothers enthusiastically discussed Peng Yiheng's appearance in the ring just now.

In the weekly diary, "Yiheng, how do you say Liwen"

Peng Yiheng thought about it and said, "The toughness is very strong, although the strength is not as good as mine, but his toughness, I dare to say that there are few people in the younger generation who can compare, and there will definitely be a place for him in the cultivation world in the future."

"Do you think it's possible for our Qingcheng faction to get him?"

"Master, you mean to admit Liwen into the Qingcheng faction, great, our Qingcheng faction has not had a newcomer for five or six years, if we can accept Liwen into the Qingcheng faction, it would be great.

But master, I estimate that it's not just us who are worried about Liwen now, other cultivation sects and family forces may want to get him, are you sure that our Qingcheng faction can take him into the hinter? ”

Zhou Jili "I didn't know until I tried it, and Founder didn't suffer a loss to shoot anything, by the way, you just left your hand in the ring, I guess he has a good impression of you, and you will say it later"

, master, you're not authentic, okay, I'll go, I'll go, first of all, I'm for the future of our Qingcheng faction, I'm not afraid of you.

Ten minutes later, the final ring competition ended, and ten people advanced to the next round.

Naturally, I am very happy to be promoted, and those who are eliminated can only blame their own lack of strength.

Peng Feng "has a group of contestants in the ring below"

", Brother Tiger, Brother Cat, it's time for your beloved apprentice Zhang Ling to play"

Instantly recovering from the casual atmosphere, his eyes set on the No. 1 ring.