Ling Zheng didn't pay much attention to it, he looked at the person in front of him, it was a psychic eighth-order guy, and his face was also happy after he noticed that his opponent was Ling Zheng. He also watched Ling Zheng's game last time, and naturally he didn't think Ling Zheng was so powerful, after all, that person was too careless, if it was him, it would be even easier than Ling Zheng to win.

"Dao Ling Sect Wu Xi, please advise. The psychic eighth-order guy clasped his fist at Ling Zheng and said, he wouldn't be careless.

"Ling Zheng of the Lingyin Sect, please advise. Ling Zheng also clenched his fists and said, his face was calm and he smiled faintly.

Ling Zheng looked at Wu Xi in front of him, this was the first time he had fought with a psychic eighth-order person, and he also wanted to try the level of this person in front of him. A ray of golden light appeared under Ling Zheng's feet, and the whole person swept to Wu Xi's side in an instant, raised his hand and smashed it towards his chest.

Wu Xi's expression remained unchanged, although he was a little surprised by Ling Zheng's speed, he did not retreat, his steps retreated slightly, and he raised his hand to meet him. In his mind, Ling Zheng only had a sixth-order psychic cultivation, and his spiritual power was definitely not comparable to his own, so he naturally chose to fight hard.

Ling Zheng didn't retreat, the two fists collided, Ling Zheng's body was shocked back a few steps, and Wu Xi's expression remained unchanged, but he muttered a little in his heart, this Ling Zheng's spiritual power doesn't seem to be much weaker than himself, could it be that he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. Wu Xi thought in his heart, and he was more and more careful, don't overturn the boat in the gutter.

Ling Zheng's expression remained unchanged, and he was happy in his heart, he only used eight points of spiritual power, which was actually only a little worse than this Wu Xi, that is to say, his spiritual power was not worse than him, if it was coupled with the strength of his own physique, it would definitely be crushing. Ling Zheng thought in his heart, but he didn't use the strength of his body, he didn't want to expose too much strength for the time being. As soon as his own strength improved, it was not bad to practice with Wu Xi, so he should be familiar with the power in his body.

Ling Zheng's body was forced to retreat, and he rushed forward again without hesitation, raising his fist and smashing it again, extremely fast. A smile appeared on Wu Xi's face, he was deeply afraid that Ling Zheng would choose to fight, after all, Ling Zheng's speed seemed to be a little faster than him, but Ling Zheng did not choose to fight with him, but planned to fight with himself, this is not looking for death.

The two punched each other one after another, the sound of bangbang kept ringing, Ling Zheng became more and more happy, but Wu Xi felt more and more aggrieved the more he fought, he could feel that Ling Zheng was getting stronger and stronger, while he seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. wanted to force Ling Zheng away, but there was no way at all, Ling Zheng's speed was faster than him, basically pressing him to fight.

"I throw in the towel. After a while, Wu Xi only felt that his arm was sore, and even a little numb, so he had to admit defeat and continue to fight, and it was estimated that he would have to admit defeat directly in the next game.

Ling Zheng was slightly stunned and retreated, he didn't expect Wu Xi to choose to admit defeat, but he still smiled and said, "Accept." ”

After the referee announced that he had won, he swept out of the ring, and Qian Han ran over and pulled his arm with a happy face.

"It's a waste. The people around were stunned for a moment, and then scolded one after another, originally wanted to see what Ling Zheng was so powerful, but when they saw the situation, the two of them were just going to fight hard, there was nothing to look at at all, and they were fighting back and forth, and it was actually Wu Xi, who was the eighth order of the psychic, who admitted defeat. They didn't see where Ling Zheng was strong at all, and even they always felt that Ling Zheng was inferior to Wu Xi, because every time Ling Zheng would be shaken away.

Wu Xi scolded secretly in his heart, you have the ability, you go to him, Lao Tzu doesn't accompany him, alas, his arms are sore, and I don't know if I can play the next game.

And just after Ling Zheng finished fighting, the other rings had already been played, so that Ling Zheng could be regarded as temporarily entering the top 25, that is, if he could win the next game, then he would be able to enter the top 13 and not have to participate in the competition for the time being. Why is it the top thirteen, because there is a bye, and the person with a bye is temporarily considered to be in the top thirteen.

After Ling Zheng's group of people finished the game, it was a competition of people who had lost a game before, and Ling Zheng did not leave. He planned to take a good look and see, and the fact that these people lost the first game did not mean that they were poor, but that some of them had encountered stronger opponents.

The twenty rings were already standing on the top of the ring in just a moment, Ling Zheng just glanced at it, and then set his eyes on the fourteenth ring. On that, a cultivator at the peak of the ninth order of psychics, but unfortunately his opponent was only the eighth order of psychics. Ling Zheng glanced at it a few times, and then he had already looked away, the gap between the two was too big to look at.

The game went on very quickly, after this wave of games, Ling Zheng quickly fell again, this time twenty-five people picked lots, Ling Zheng didn't expect that he actually drew the thirteenth, that is, he had a bye. Everyone was also slightly stunned, and then looked at Ling Zheng with envy on their faces, this guy's luck is really good. The reason is very simple, everyone feels that if this game is fought, Ling Zheng will definitely be eliminated, so the remaining twenty-four people are all psychic ninth-order cultivators, with Ling Zheng's level, they will definitely only admit defeat when they meet.

Ling Zheng smiled faintly, no matter what, this is also good news, right, Ling Zheng raised his eyes to look at the twelve rings, his eyes swept over the No. 3 ring on the side, and slowly walked over. On the twelfth ring is Qin Lian, Ling Zheng feels that he should observe and observe, although other people are also very powerful, but more or less have exposed a lot of things, only this Qin Lian, nothing has been revealed, and the mediocre cannot be mediocre anymore.

Ling Zheng turned his head to look at Qin Lian's opponent, who was a cultivator at the peak of the ninth order of the psychic spirit, who must be able to force out some of Qin Lian's strength. Ling Zheng thought secretly, watching the two of them inform each other of their names, and after being polite, they both took a pose.

Qin Lian had already drawn the long sword at his waist, looking at his opponent calmly, he seemed to be ready to make the first move. He raised his foot and took a few steps forward, and in an instant he was at the man's side, and the long sword in his hand swept by, and the sword glittered, leaving a trail of afterglow.

The man's expression remained unchanged, he was not nervous, but there was some relief in his eyes. His steps were slightly wrong, his body was deflected, he dodged Qin Lian's long sword, and then turned around and grabbed Qin Lian's arm with one hand, and smashed it towards Qin Lian's chest with the other hand.

Qin Lian took a step backwards, and he was able to dodge the palm that the man grabbed at him, and then the long sword was horizontal, forcing the man to withdraw his fist. The man withdrew his fist, took a step back, and his body rushed towards Qin Lian again, with a piece of blue light wrapped around his arm, grabbing towards Qin Lian.

Qin Lian took a step to the side, the sword light in his hand swung out, and purple light overflowed, stabbing towards the man's palm. The man's expression remained unchanged, his steps were slightly wrong, and his body almost brushed Qin Lian's long sword, approaching Qin Lian's body. Punch after punch smashed towards Qin Lian, pouring tirelessly like a torrential rain.

Qin Lian originally used a long sword, but when he was approached, he lost his advantage, so he had to take it hard, and he took a step back with a hard punch. After receiving a few punches from that person, Qin Lian drew a gap, and with the help of the shock force on the man's fist, he distanced himself from him, and the long sword in his hand was like the wind, and the purple light flowed from it. The long sword slashed out purple rays of light in mid-air, shrouding towards the man, who also seemed to know how to be strong, and did not choose to be tough, and withdrew his body, ready to dodge this wave of attacks first.

However, his body had just withdrawn a step, and Qin Lian's footsteps followed step by step, flowing smoothly, not giving him a chance to escape at all. That man was helpless, he knew that the long sword in Qin Lian's hand was a Xuan-level spiritual weapon, and he couldn't resist it at all, so he could only use tricks. Since he couldn't dodge, the man seemed to have no choice but to take it hard, and the cyan brilliance on his fists overflowed, exuding a terrifying aura, and smashed towards Qin Lian's long sword that emitted purple light.

With a soft sound, this person did have a certain level, and in the sword light in the sky, he found the entity of Qin Lian's long sword at once, and smashed it with one punch. Qin Lian's body took a step back, and the person also took a step back, and a scar appeared on his arm, obviously injured by Qin Lian's sword light just now.

That man didn't give Qin Lian a chance to fight back, he stepped in front of Qin Lian in one step, not wanting to give Qin Lian the power of the Xuan-level spiritual weapon. He also has no way to do it, he also has a spiritual weapon, but it is just a heaven-level high-grade sword, which is lower than Qin Lian's spiritual weapon level, if he really uses a long sword to fight against Qin Lian, it is to find abuse by himself, and he doesn't like to use a sword very much, he prefers to use a fist.

Qin Lian's face remained unchanged, but his body changed as if he was floating in an instant, facing the man's continuous fists, he couldn't reach him at all. Suddenly, his body did not retreat, but stepped in one step, his opponent didn't understand why Qin Lian would approach him, he had been fighting for a long time, and he didn't hit Qin Lian with a single punch, which was enough to annoy him. At this time, Qin Lian's approach undoubtedly gave him an almost, his fists smashed out at the same time, and a stream of blue light surrounded his fists, smashing towards Qin Lian's chest.

Qin Lian didn't dodge, the long sword in his hand emitted a purple light, stabbing towards the opponent's chest, obviously wanting to fight a lose-lose scene. That person's expression froze, if this was the case, Qin Lian's long sword would definitely kill him first, after all, the long sword had an innate advantage.

He had no choice but to withdraw his fists, his body exploded back, and he made a mistake in every step, which was indeed true. That person had already made a mistake, but at this time, he made mistakes one after another, he should have avoided Qin Lian when he was approaching, but he didn't have a good tie situation that was made disadvantaged by him, and now he should strike hard with Qin Lian's long sword, although he will suffer a little loss, but he can take the initiative. However, he chose to retreat, this was to give Qin Lian room to exert his spiritual weapon.

Sure enough, as soon as his body retreated, the aura in Qin Lian's hand instantly conjured up a hundred rays of light, and they all shrouded towards that person, and even eight sword weapon phantoms appeared, either stabbing or sweeping.