After a night of cultivation, when he woke up in the morning, Ling Jin felt refreshed.

Today is the day of the final of the tournament, and only one of the ten of them will win.

I have heard so many people say that Zhao Feng of the Zhao family is the strongest existence of the younger generation in Meicheng. Ling Jin had long wanted to fight him.

He touched the ring in his hand, which his master had given him the night before he left.

Ling Jin didn't know what this ring was for, but he could feel that there was a strong spiritual power fluctuation in it. It can be seen that this ring is extraordinary.

Unconsciously, he missed life in the mountains a little bit again.

After sorting out his emotions, he was about to push open the door and walk out, when Shen Ruoruo and Liu Guang happened to appear at his door.

"Ling Jin, come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

Liu Fatzi squeezed his eyebrows at Ling Jin, looking like a sissy, which made Ling Jin angry and funny.

Shen Ruoruo next to him glanced at him.

"Fatty, don't be disgusting, you're cheering people up. ”

Liu Guang smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all, and walked over to hook Ling Jin's shoulder, and he walked towards the place to eat.

Not long after, when they went to the ring, they found that the number of spectators today was much higher than yesterday, and the entire venue was surrounded by water, and only Kankan gave way for the four participants.

After drawing lots, Ling Jin was arranged to play in the second group, the first game was played by Zhao Feng of the Zhao family against Wang Wen of the Wang family, and the second game was played by Ling Jin against Shi Dun.

Wang Wen's eyebrows are delicate, he is holding a folding fan in his hand, his long hair is scattered and draped behind his head, his body is slender, his white robe covers his body, and his clothes dance in the wind. is not as good as a literary boy, no one will think that he is a martial artist at first glance, I am afraid that more people will think that he is a weak scholar.

On the other side, Zhao Feng saw that he was wearing a white apricot white hunting pattern brocade straight jacket, with a dark gold brocade belt tied around his waist, his body was quite beautiful, and his eyes were sharp, giving people a sense of oppression.

This struggle can be regarded as the strongest battle of the local young generation of strong people in Meicheng.

"Your subordinates are defeated, and you dare to challenge me. I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary harm. ”

Zhao Feng clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said to Wang Wen who was standing opposite him with contempt.

"Hmph, I can't say who will kill the deer, why, how did your nonsense become so much?"

Wang Wen didn't rub in, and as soon as he finished speaking, he launched an offensive.

"Flame Palm!"

Wang Wen let out a loud shout, and the spiritual power covered his hands, emitting a fiery red light, and everyone standing in the front row could feel the burning sensation in the air.

The Wang family, the exercises they cultivate are all fire attribute, that is to say, they pursue the ultimate strength, and they rarely pay attention to their own defense. This is completely opposite to Shi Dun, who cultivates stone armor workers, and has completely gone to two extremes.

"Even with your intermediate exercises, you dare to take it out here to offer ugliness, it's really unbelievable!"

Looking at Wang Wen who rushed over like him, Zhao Feng was not flustered at all.

"Wind Talon!"

This is the highest level of the Zhao family's exercises, and only the head of the family is qualified to cultivate, but I didn't expect that now Zhao Feng actually succeeded in cultivating it.

Zhao Feng's body speed was much faster than Wang Wen's, and he dodged his attack with a dodge, and instantly moved to Wang Wen's back, his claws came out together, and he was heavily imprinted on Wang Wen's back.

A huge force came from his back, and before Wang Wen could react, Zhao Feng's second attack also followed.

Zhao Feng jumped up, his right leg slid through a crescent-like arc, and kicked Wang Wen's chest. Wang Wen: I sprayed blood and flew out upside down.

"Crescent Moon Strike", another first-order high-grade exercise of the Zhao family, what is unexpected is that Zhao Feng actually cultivated them all successfully.

It just so happened that Ling Jin was watching the battle nearby, stretched out his hand to catch Wang Wen, and relieved him of the strength to retreat. Wang Wen glanced at him gratefully. Passed out in a coma.

At this time, two people from the Wang family came and took Wang Wen out in Ling Jin's hands.

Wang Jiazhan, who was sitting on the high platform and watching the battle, looked at the arena with a gloomy face, and the injured person was his son.

"It's just a fight, can you use such a heavy hand?

Wang Jingshan, the head of the Wang family, turned his head and said fiercely to Zhao Mingyuan, the head of the Zhao family.

"Brother Wang, you should know the truth that the sword has no eyes, any accident on the playing field can happen, how can you be reasonable? If you want to blame it, it is your son's poor learning. Hahahaha, the younger generation, there is still no one who can compare to my family Feng'er. ”

"Don't be too happy, maybe things will take an unexpected turn. ”

Shen Yongchang pulled away the two people who were blowing their beards and glaring, and changed the topic so that the two of them would not fight. They've fought many times before.

"Oh, does the city lord think that one of the other two can beat my family's peak?"

Shen Yongchang just smiled and didn't speak.

Off the field, Ling Jin and Shi Dun have already entered the arena and are ready.

"Shi Dun, please advise. ”

Shi Dun clenched his fists, which was the basic etiquette before the fight.

"Ling Jin, please advise. ”

After both sides finished saluting, both of them quickly retreated, pulling away some distance.

"Stone Armor Gong"

Shi Dun let out a low sigh, and in an instant, his skin became dark, and the skin of his body seemed to be covered with a layer of rock.

Ling Jin did not relax, his feet were drifting in the snow, erratic. The Liuyun Palm was used, although his Liuyun Palm was a first-order lower-grade exercise, but Ling Jin had already cultivated it to a consummation realm, which was comparable to the middle-grade exercise.

Coupled with his erratic body, Shi Dun couldn't touch his figure at all, Ling Jin kept attacking Shi Dun's body, but Shi Dun's stone armor skill defense was amazing, and the two couldn't hold each other for a while.

For a moment, Ling Jin seemed to have thought of something, and he remembered that when his master asked him to practice the sword, he used the tip of the sword to hold up a huge stone to exercise his ability to control the sword, that is, four or two thousand catties.

Ling Jinxia used the Drifting Snow Body Technique, facing Shi Dun and directly facing it, the spiritual power covered the fist, and attacked Shi Dun straight up, when the fists touched together, Ling Jin really felt a huge force coming, and his hands were numb.

But Ling Jin didn't stop attacking, he kept colliding again and again, his strength was constantly increasing, and after about ten rounds of fighting, Ling Jin suddenly retracted his strength, stepped on the snow, and his figure flashed to Shi Dun's back. The action is smooth and there is no delay.

"Riding the Wind Legs!"

Originally, due to inertia, Shi Dun fell forward, he never thought that Ling Jin would suddenly retract his strength, at this time, he only felt a huge force coming from behind him, directly knocking him away, without the slightest resistance.