Many disciples guessed something from the changes in the expressions on the faces of the elders, and they couldn't help but stare at the flames in Lin Luo's palm, and they all fell into deep thought.

"This is a legendary method of fire control!"

A True Qi Realm disciple reacted.

He had read about it in an ancient book.

It is said that only by practicing the method of controlling fire to the legendary level can the flame not radiate heat outward.

A martial artist who has reached this level in the method of controlling fire has the potential to become a Dan Dao master!

This disciple knew what he knew in his heart, and immediately shocked the disciples around him.

Lin Luo actually has the potential to become a Dan Dao master?

It's horrible!

It must be known that in the entire Chu Dynasty, there is only one Dan Dao master.

This person's words are enough to affect the pattern of the entire dynasty!

Lin Luo is actually a hidden dragon-level genius with this potential?

For a while, everyone felt incredible.

Feng Ran stared at the flames in Lin Luo's palm, first stunned, and then remembered what the master said, and his body shook suddenly.

His master, who had stepped into the realm of an earth-level alchemist with half a foot, had never been able to practice the method of controlling fire to the legendary level, so he could not make a breakthrough.

From the master's mouth, Feng Ran knew how difficult this matter was.

Have you ever thought about it, Lin Luo...... It's been reached!

"No, it can't be!"

Feng Ran was completely panicked.

His own fire control method is good, but it can be compared with the legendary level, but it is different from cloud and mud.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

"This ......"

Everyone looked at Feng Ran, who fell straight to the ground, and they all opened their mouths in shock.

"Hey, my heart is too bad!"

A deacon pursed his lips, declared Lin Luo the winner, and lifted Feng Ran out of the ring.

......

The competition is still ongoing.

Luo Yufei, Bai Ruxi, Zheng Ming, Liu Rulong and other top inner disciples of the third and fourth true qi rarely made a move.

What is going on now is mainly the exchange between the first and second true qi.

After Cai Ji defeated Han Shanu, he rested for half an hour, and then challenged another martial artist of the same rank.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, Cai Ji used fusion martial arts to knock his opponent out and win.

During this period, Lin Luo challenged other warriors, but no one dared to fight.

"He Fan, do you dare to fight me?" A young man with a triple true qi couldn't bear it, and finally planned to make a move.

"Why don't you dare!"

Another True Qi Triple Young Man left his seat and stood in the ring.

"It's He Fan and Jiang You, the two of them were in the top ten last year, I didn't expect to start playing so soon this year, I'm really looking forward to it!" Some martial arts academy disciples pointed at the stage and discussed.

Lin Luo looked at the ring.

He wanted to know what happened to last year's top 10.

The young man known as "He Fan" was a metal martial artist, holding a Xuanjie low-grade dragon spear, tearing the air and making a sharp sound as he swung it.

A faint golden gas mark swept out from the tip of the dragon lance, causing the void to turbulent, and it was very powerful.

As for the other young man known as "Shoyu", he was a wood-based martial artist, with a long breath, holding a sharp sword, and tearing through the sky with his dancing energy, leaving a pale cyan sword mark.

Both of them are very powerful, and they have practiced several Xuan-level martial arts to the peak of Xiaocheng, and with the blessing of Xuan-level low-grade weapons, they can burst out with a full blow of more than 7,000 catties.

In the face of this explosive power, within a few moves, the True Qi Dual Martial Artist was about to be defeated.

"It's so strong, it's worthy of being a veteran inner door master!"

Cai Ji muttered.

In the case of using fusion martial arts, he can only burst out with a strength of eight thousand catties, although it is slightly stronger than He Fan and Jiangyou, but he can't fight for a long time.

If he really confronts these two people, his chances of winning are less than 30%.

Lin Luo saw that he was worried in his heart, and said: "Don't worry, your strength is not bad anymore, what you lack is only the cultivation realm, if you are also a true qi triple, you will definitely be able to break into the top ten." ”

Cai Ji felt that this was reasonable and nodded.

In the ring, He Fanhe will have been fighting for 30 rounds, but they have never won or lost.

"He Fan, how about a move to determine the victory?" Jiang You, short of breath, asked loudly.

"That's exactly what I mean!" He Fan bowed his head, "Look at the move, the gun is like a dragon!"

As soon as the words fell, the dragon spear in his hand bloomed with dazzling aura, and the whole person seemed to turn into a spear that bloomed coldly.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he laughed and said, "Good come, eat my sword!"

He slashed down with his sword, and cyan sword qi erupted from the blade, slashing down in the shape of a half-moon.

In mid-air, swords and spears collided.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The blue and gold waves of qi raged out, overlapping into a monstrous wave, shaking the two masters out of the air, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths at the same time.

In this battle, they were tied.

"Hahaha, concede!"

"Take!"

The two sympathized with each other, hugged each other's fists, and sat back in their respective positions.

After them, two more True Qi Triple Martial Artists took the stage to fight.

......

"Luo Yufei, I heard that in the past year, you have cultivated swordsmanship and made a lot of progress, do you dare to fight with me?"

A loud voice rang out.

This person has thick eyebrows and big eyes, broad shoulders and a round waist, a pair of fists as huge as the mouth of a bowl, and the whole body is black, as if it is cast from fine iron, giving people a sense of indestructibility.

"Iron Fist Zhou Jiang!"

Luo Yufei's beautiful eyes narrowed.

Last year, she lost to this guy and missed out on the top 10.

"Senior Sister Luo, Wu Yu supports you!"

Wu Yu waved his little fist and cheered for Luo Yufei.

Luo Yufei just tapped her chin and didn't speak.

The two sides took the stage, looking at each other five feet apart.

Zhou Jiang collided with his fists, making a sound of gold and iron striking.

He was born with his fists as hard as iron, and after embarking on the path of cultivation, he practiced hard for many years, and his fists were harder than those of Xuan Bing.

In addition, after practicing another boxing technique, its strength is very terrifying, and last year it won the top five in the inner door competition.

"Luo Yufei, although you are a woman, I will not pity the jade. ”

Zhou Jiang grinned, his eyes shining.

For his words, Luo Yufei chose to respond with sword qi.

In the void, a sharp sword qi slashed down, slashing at Zhou Jiang's iron fist at an extremely fast speed.

The crunch rang out, accompanied by sparks.

The domineering power coming from the sword qi shook him back a few steps.

"Such a strong sword qi, your strength has indeed improved a lot. Zhou Jiang put away his contempt, kicked his legs hard, like a wild bull rushing, and came to Luo Yufei in the blink of an eye.

He raised his fists, his true anger was drumming, and he smashed down with a "whoosh".

Luo Yufei's face remained unchanged, and he held the sword "Water Mirror Moonlight" in his hand horizontally in front of him to resist.

But she still seemed to underestimate Zhou Jiang's strength, and she was shocked to the point that she was numb and regressed again and again.

"Defeat me!"

Zhou Jiang punched again and again, each blow contained 5,000 catties of power, although it was not as fast as He Fan and Jiang You, but his punching speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he hit seven or eight punches.

In the face of the stormy blow, Luo Yufei waved his hand lightly and slashed out a sword qi like a waterfall.

"Tear up!"

The sword qi was shattered by the dense iron fist, turning into countless fragments.