Zuo Xingchen frowned and looked at Ling Xi, because the other party was young and already qualified for the position of the head of the family, he couldn't help but pay a little attention to it.

If you don't have spiritual power, you can only refine your body, isn't it demon cultivation to rely on?

Yesterday, I specially watched this female competition, and her divine sense is stronger than that of ordinary foundation building monks, and she has a fire attribute magic weapon in her hand, but if you want to hurt him, the power is far from enough.

The real trouble is the demon cultivator who has never done anything on the side, the second order of the god transformation......

Zuo Yuxuan, the eldest brother who was thinking about his side, was already shouting: "Who is the seventh!" ”

When the words fell, the Ling family brothers and sisters in the distance immediately looked over.

Zuo Yuxuan's eyes immediately widened excitedly, and he smiled and shouted angrily: "Your Ling family and our Zuo family are really here, and the road is really narrow. ”

After speaking, Zuo Yuxuan waved the wooden card in his hand.

"Lingyun, this time you must be convinced!"

“……”

Ling Xi held his forehead, did the Ling family have a grudge against the Zuo family in their previous life, so that the two brothers and sisters would be against the Zuo family?

Ten people have been drawn, and the finals have officially begun.

Ling Xi held the No. 2 wooden card and took the lead on the field.

Seeing this, Zuo Xingchen was not timid at all, sneered lightly, and flew to the stage with a long knife in his hand.

Seeing the contestants clearly, everyone exclaimed in surprise and looked at the high platform with bated breath.

As the first one, it was so exciting!

On a high platform.

Ling looked at Ling Xi: "Can you beat it?" ”

"Why don't you try?"

Hearing this, the demon wolf hooked his lips and smiled, and stopped talking, standing quietly on the side and waiting.

Ling Xi took a deep breath, she also wanted to see where her limit was!

She only has the eighth order of qi refining, and her eyes can no longer keep up with Zuo Xingchen's speed, how to start?

Without thinking much about it, Ling Xi quickly swallowed the Amplification Pill.

Even if the strength has skyrocketed, it has reached the peak of qi refining, and the momentum is close to the Jiedan. But I believe that in Zuo Xingchen's eyes, he is still as weak as an ant.

Zuo Xingchen saw that the demon wolf had never stepped forward, according to yesterday's opinion, did he plan to let the demon wolf play?

Zuo Xingchen sneered: "If you don't let the demon wolf do it, do you look down on me?" ”

"It's not that I look down on it, but I want to rely on my own strength!" When the words fell, Ling Xi did not hesitate at all, and raised his gun to hit Zuo Xingchen's legs.

This battle must be resolved quickly, and the effect of the Amplification Pill is only two quarters of an hour!

Zuo Xingchen was not afraid at all, and the long knife was already wielded.

The raging wind struck, and before the defensive shield could be propped up, the spiritual power bullet at high speed had become slow, and it had been lightly blocked by the spirit knife in an instant.

Ling Xi's breath was suffocated, the Yuanying Monk was really extraordinary!

"If so, you're doomed!"

As he spoke, the young man stepped forward with a knife.

Ling Xi's pupils shrank, oh no, her physical body couldn't resist at all, if she was close, it would be over!

In an instant, Ling Xi already had a few more modified versions of the grenades in his hand—Spirit Power Balls.

The spirit power ball was thrown towards Zuo Xingchen as if he didn't want money, and the opponent's body slowed down a lot in an instant, Ling Xi threw this spirit power ball and took the opportunity to launch the black light with one hand.

The figure began to dodge, which was diametrically opposed to the competition that almost never moved yesterday!

Zuo Xingchen has forced her into such a situation with just one move!

Ling Xi avoided a move, he was already panting heavily, what should he do now?

Should it be fought with a half-finished recoilless gun?

If this cannon goes down, will the high platform crack, and how much will it cost to repair it afterwards?

Just as I was thinking about it, a strong sense of oppression suddenly hit.

"When you fight with people, you dare to be distracted, and you clearly don't take me seriously!".

In an instant, a knife had slashed at her.