He sat cross-legged pranayama and woke up a few hours later.

Taking advantage of the early morning when the sky was getting brighter, Ling Ye and Qian Duoduo went to the Diwang Mansion to exercise.

Until they came back late at night, neither of them saw the other, but they didn't care much about it.

......

The days passed in a hurry, and I occasionally heard people mention Zhao Leiluo's whereabouts in the middle of the night. He seemed to have given up struggling, and even went outside to make trouble, helping the freshmen of the same class to come out one after another.

The so-called bullying of the old students to the new students was really broken by his bravado.

Congratulations, right?

One day, when the two went to the base to retrieve the luggage and white horse that had been inspected a few days ago, they made a special inquiry and found out that the freshmen happened to run out for a celebration party that day after several big victories.

Eventually, the two rode back to the yard.

......

At the end of September, early in the morning, there were guests in the courtyard again.

Zhou Hu, he came here for the challenge book.

Fang's is actually Fang Yating, a poor girl who lost her brother.

The person who came was a guest, and the guest wanted to persuade him to avoid the war at night.

And after searching for a long time in the middle of the night, and slapping the challenge letter on the table, the strange-looking guest left satisfied.

Of course, Zhou Hu may not have expected that after being reminded by him like this, Ling Ye wanted to go instead.

When I opened it, there were only two or three lines in the letter:

In early October, Han Fei was put on trial. The day before, the Imperial Capital Duel Arena, battle!

The young man holding the envelope in his hand thought about it and scratched his head, it was today.

There was no hurry, he first took his girlfriend to a hotel for a beautiful meal, and then politely rejected her proposal to "ride a white horse to an appointment".

There are many dueling arenas in the imperial capital, but there is only one dueling arena in the imperial capital.

The two took the high-speed train and went to the capital of heaven.

......

The capital of heaven, the duel arena of the imperial capital.

At this time, there were a lot of people, and there were no empty seats for hundreds of thousands of seats.

Of course, these viewers were already a little impatient, they all heard that there was a rare battle between two rare ability masters today, so they came here early.

Unexpectedly, until it was already afternoon, there was still only a soft and weak little girl on the field.

Although it is well known that there is no difference in body shape and appearance in relation to the strength of the Adept, the girl looks too young.

That's not even sixteen, right?

With the words "refund the money" coming out of the mouths of most of the audience, and with the guy who was seriously late, few people would continue to believe that this was a sacred duel worth the entrance fee.

At this time, Midnight came.

He was greeted not by applause, but by no cheers, and the whole audience was scolding incessantly.

This young man doesn't look much stronger than the girl on the field, how much strength can he have with thin arms and legs?

Sure enough, it's a vicious fraud!

Ling Ye was in a good mood, so he automatically made up the sound of "return the money" into a different appearance, and he walked on the stage with a smile.

Facing the girl who met for the first time not far away, Ling Ye was about to greet politely.

The other party was red-eyed, cold-faced, and rushed up.

Wait, isn't she a mage or something crispy?

With a heartbroken fury buff, you should be transformed into a warrior?

Cautiously turned on the spiritual vision, and in the small body of the other party rushing straight over, Ling Ye didn't even notice the flow of spiritual power...... That's not right, more than two months ago, it was only the level of the three realms that the attack power had reached, and there was no reason why it could be promoted to the realm of the mother-in-law of the palace so quickly?

Before she could think about it, the girl was within ten paces.

To test it, Ling Ye, who was thinking like this, used the [Phantom Dream] that he had only practiced in the last few days, and basically had no spiritual power fluctuations and appearance changes, at the cost of being weakened to a level similar to that of his first battle - it was good to use it for Yin people.

This trick was used, and the opponent fell under his feet very cooperatively, and his body pounced, and he fainted.

When Ling Ye was still thinking and vigilant, the audience around him was completely disappointed, and they didn't even bother to mention the ticket fee, and they got up and were about to leave.

Because it wasn't for the enemy, Ling Ye couldn't even mend the knife, so he had to slowly approach the past.

The two of them were only seven or eight steps apart, he stepped forward, and he could almost touch the girl who fell to the ground, and there was still no spiritual power fluctuation, and the other party seemed to have really fainted.

If it was really a life-and-death fight, Ling Ye now had several ways to win peacefully, but in this kind of scene, unless he turned around and left, the only thing he could do was to confirm the other party's state by the most primitive means - touch.

Why not have a referee?

Sighing, he also touched his hand.

At this moment, the vision occurred in Ling Ye's unsurprising eyes, and a white and tender right fist slammed in.

The young man puffed up sixty percent of his strength in his hands, preparing to retract his strength if the other party couldn't take it, but what he didn't expect was that after the two fists collided, he was caught off guard and flew back a few steps.

It's better than expected!!—both of them assessed in surprise at the same time.

For Fang Yating, the last time she saw the young man in front of her, the other party was obviously just a cannon fodder who could only be used by the captain as a pathfinder and bait, and she didn't expect that she was already a little powerful now.

She hasn't yet mastered this new move, and she can't even finish the battle with her full output!

From Ling Ye's point of view, although he couldn't see the operation of the other party's spiritual power clearly at the moment of his movement, in terms of the feeling of the first fight, this girl didn't seem to be pure power.

On the contrary, it seemed to be transformed by something else, and there was a faint burning sensation on the fist he came into contact with the other party.

Fire spiritual power, can this thing still be converted into kinetic energy?

Another punch came, and Ling Ye took the move, and the two really fought like warriors.

As the minutes passed, the burning sensation on the arm that Ling Ye had been hit most frequently became more and more intense.

He tried to expel the spiritual power in that form of force, but found that his spiritual power needed to be several times more than the other party at one time to consume it, otherwise it would only be used as fuel as an accelerant in the past.

There is no way, the difference in strength is not small, and it is not good for him or him to delay it, Ling Ye is determined to find a chance to fight.

However, this girl's melee skills and experience are really good, and she can switch between attack and defense with ease.

The movements of the person in front of him are simple and concise, the offensive is sharp but not extreme, the steps are light, and the body shape is smart, like a loach, which makes it difficult for people to grasp and steady, and he is inexplicably familiar when he copes with it, and even feels like he is being targeted.

Gao Ling ...... It must have been taught by her, is this a deliberate attempt to see me laugh?

As soon as he blocked a punch, he could not fight back, and another punch came out from between the flaws in Ling Ye's moves and slammed into his chest.

Regardless of his face, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and the young man, whose face was as red as drunk, felt a little more comfortable, but his spiritual power was even more empty.

The other party pestered again.