"I am me, I don't need your admission!" Liu Xiaoxiao let out a long roar, and at the same time raised his hands, like an eagle spreading its wings, as if it was about to swoop down and hunt its prey.

The slender arms originally gave people a feeling of slenderness, but at this time they were full of strength, and the audience also saw that under the operation of true qi, the tight-fitting sleeves were moving undulatingly.

Under the vigorous vibration, the air was even more disturbed, and everyone seemed to hear the whistling wind, like an eagle swooping down from the sky.

Such momentum and power appeared on a woman, the contrast between softness and fierceness hit everyone's eyes, and the audience was stunned.

"A woman, but with the heart of an eagle, soars for nine days, although I don't know what her trick is called, but she already has the form of a god. Lin Tian smiled slightly.

"What's wrong with a woman, a woman can't be ambitious?" the eldest lady glanced at him, a little unconvinced.

When the two were talking, Liu Xiaoxiao was already attacking like an eagle, and she didn't use weapons, but just attacked with her bare hands. However, in this first round, Liu Xiaoxiao exerted all her strength.

She is very aware of the gap between herself and Ji Zimo, so she spares no effort and goes all out, and victory or defeat is a blow.

The strong wind blew, and she had already arrived in front of Ji Zimo, striking left and right with both hands, like an eagle catching a rabbit, grabbing Ji Zimo's head.

"Eagle Strike, Wind Crack!"

The low cheers exploded in everyone's ears, and those who had laughed at her couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, they could seem to imagine that if they stood in front of her instead, they might have fled.

Of course, Ji Zimo is not them, Ji Zimo is a congenital master, in the face of Liu Xiaoxiao's fierce attack, he didn't move half a step under his feet, he didn't dodge, and even his expression was still unwavering.

"One punch ......" Ji Zimo said lightly, and then punched out, without any skills, without any moves, pure power.

With a bang, Ji Zimo hit the center of Liu Xiaoxiao's martial arts move with one punch, she felt a powerful force, and in just a moment, "Eagle Strike, Wind Crack" collapsed and collapsed.

Liu Xiaoxiao flew out and crashed straight into the crowd, and the ancient warriors dodged one after another.

With a bang, he fell to the ground, and only then did he stop, Liu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and wanted to stand up, only to find that the strength in his body was scattered, and no matter how he ran his true qi, his strength could not be condensed.

"You lost. Ji Zimo said with great certainty, and then stood still and did not throw a second punch.

This condescending appearance made many people unhappy, and Liu Xiaoxiao was even more unhappy and unconvinced, but she had no combat effectiveness in a short period of time and couldn't launch a second attack at all.

The results were clear at a glance, and the old man announced loudly: "In the first competition, Ji Zimo won." ”

As soon as the results were announced, Ji Zimo didn't look back, and walked out of the ring, still sitting upright in his seat, as if there had been no battle just now.

Everyone felt the gap in strength, the innate master was too strong, without the innate strength, there was almost no hope of winning, and even a move could not be resisted.

As a result, the blow to the scattered cultivators was the greatest, and they once thought that as long as they relied on their own efforts, they would one day be able to compete with the Guwu family.

Now I found that those outstanding disciples of the ancient martial arts family not only worked hard, but also had powerful resources.

The so-called "everyone starts from the same starting point" is just a lie, because some people are born with things that others cannot achieve in their lifetimes.

The Scattered Ancient Martial Artists were silent, and now, they felt a gap, and a kind of spiritual damage.

The disciples of the Ji family and the disciples of the Situ family, looking at those dejected scattered cultivators, not only did they not sympathize, but they had a sense of superiority.

Ji Wancheng and Situ Yuanzhong, the older generation, were even more indifferent. The effect that Ji Wancheng wanted was achieved, and the Ji family established its authority and consolidated its position.

Lin Tian shook his head slightly, and sighed: "There is no difference between the ancient martial arts realm and the secular realm, eighty percent of the resources are concentrated in the hands of twenty percent of the people, and these twenty percent of the people form a circle and build a barrier, and those eighty percent of ordinary people, throughout their lives, cannot break this barrier." ”

The Xiao family sisters, Yun Xiaotian and Ling Shuiyao couldn't refute it, because they were also twenty percent of the people. Of course, they can't be blamed for this, the barriers of the circle were built by their ancestors, and they are powerless to change them.

Ling Zishan slowly stood up, glanced at the people in the field, and said solemnly: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and among our scattered ancient martial artists, there are many people with good talent and perseverance, they just lack an opportunity. ”

"Therefore, Langya Pavilion decided that after the end of the ancient martial arts competition, the outer disciples of Langya Pavilion will be recruited, as long as there is perseverance and perseverance, they can also learn upper-level exercises and martial arts, I hope you don't give up. ”

"The road of cultivation is long, I have tried to search up and down, but I can't find a way, I just hope that on the road of cultivation, there will be more people who travel with me. Ling Yeshan's voice was not loud, but every word fell into the hearts of the scattered ancient martial artists.

The Scattered Cultivator Ancient Martial Artist raised his head, looked at Ling Yew, and looked at Langya Pavilion, as if he was watching hope, and the fire of faith was rekindled in his eyes.

This belief is not a belief in the Ling family, a belief in gods, or a belief in anyone, what they believe in is the spirit of Gu Wu.

After Ji Wancheng and Situ Yuanzhong listened to Ling Zishan's words, and then saw the reaction of the scattered ancient martial artists, they couldn't help frowning. Because in their opinion, Ling Yew's words are equivalent to breaking the rules, or in other words, breaking some kind of conventional barrier.

"Pavilion Master Ling, there are some rules that are customary by the ancestors, what you said, is it too much. Ji Wancheng said lightly, although he didn't say it explicitly, but there was obviously a reproach in his tone.

"Brother Wancheng is right, it's better not to do those big rebellious things. Situ Yuanzhong was much more direct, and said that Ling Zishan's decision was very rebellious.

"The two old immortals, who hold themselves superior, are unwilling to break the rules, and they are unwilling to watch the Ling family absorb the talents in the scattered cultivation to grow, and use the old rules to oppress people, and their cheeks are thicker than Lao Tzu. Lin Tian pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

Of course, who is Ling Zishan, a dignified pavilion master, how can she be afraid of them, she said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "This is the matter of Langya Pavilion, it is up to me, the pavilion master, and the two seniors should not interfere with the decision of Langya Pavilion." ”

Ji Wancheng didn't expect Ling Zishan to be so faceless, his brows furrowed even deeper, and his face turned a little cold: "As seniors, we still have the right to put forward opinions. ”

Ling Zishan was still sitting upright, his face was awe-inspiring and unwavering, and the words he said almost made the two of them squirt out a mouthful of old blood: "You can give your opinion, I can choose not to listen." ”

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