This is the first time Wang Changlin has seen Jin Rushi, the gentle and elegant light cyan robe shows a sassy and heroic posture, and the soft complexion shows his temperament.

stepped into the ring with light steps, and glanced at Wang Changlin slightly.

Perhaps, this time in the Immortal Competition, he never took anyone into account.

"How did you do that?" asked Jin Rushi suddenly, inexplicably

"Huh?" Wang Changlin was stunned.

"Poison on you. Jin Rushi continued to ask.

In these few games, Jin Rushi is also paying attention to Wang Changlin, especially when he suffered poison twice, he turned all of them into good fortune, and he couldn't understand what kind of detoxification method could dissolve such a strong poison.

"Secret. Wang Changlin smiled.

Jin Rushi frowned slightly, then shook his head and said, "You go!"

"Where are I going? I'm here to compete, why should I go?" Wang Changlin felt ridiculous.

"You want to do it with me?" Jin Rushi was stunned.

In the entire Immortal Sect, he didn't pay attention to anyone, the cultivation of the Golden Confucian Master did not allow anyone to disturb him, he did not belong to any mountain, even if those true disciples showed favor to him.

Unfortunately, in his view, cultivation is a test of your own will, and if someone else forcibly enters your will, it will inevitably become a demonic obstacle in your heart one day in the future.

"What will I do if I don't do it?" Wang Changlin smiled calmly.

"Are you my opponent?"

"The taste of the stars holding the moon is indeed very good, but you have been on it for too long, you don't have a normal mind to think about the problem, not everyone will be afraid of you, even those who take the initiative to admit defeat, they just respect you!" Wang Changlin said disdainfully.

"Well said!" Jin Rushi seemed to be empowered.

"However, when it comes to respect, I think fighting with you with real strength is the best respect for you, rather than taking the initiative to admit defeat. Wang Changlin said seriously.

"That's right. Jin Rushi said after a moment of contemplation.

Everyone in the audience waited for the two to start a war, but the two chatted like old friends.

On the referee's seat, except for the seven elders who were unmoved, the other two elders glanced at each other, seemingly a little impatient.

"You can do it!" said Jin Rushi suddenly.

"Good!"

After speaking, Wang Changlin instantly flew out several flying knives, circled the tree three times, centered on the Golden Confucian, and attacked instantly around his body.

Jin Rushi flicked his sleeves, and all the flying knives fell off, but they didn't cause him the slightest damage.

"Arrogance!"

Wang Changlin roared angrily, and went up with his sword, and the first time was the seven-star swordsmanship.

"Tianyi Sect's seven-star swordsmanship, you steal the secret of stealing from others, be careful that others find you and abolish your martial arts. Jin Rushi said nonchalantly.

"He can abolish me first!" Wang Changlin was arrogant.

The seven-star swordsmanship was like child's play in front of the Golden Confucian, and Wang Changlin even felt that this Golden Confucian was even more difficult to deal with than the real master of the Divine Power Realm, he had almost reached the limit of his physical body, and he was invulnerable, but he had not yet broken the real barrier.

The seventy-seven forty-nine swords failed to get close to the Jin Confucian scholars, and Wang Changlin's sword turned and had to use other swordsmanship.

"Dharma swordsmanship?"

Jin Rushi was shocked, this Wang Changlin even knew the swordsmanship of Buddhism, and it was really extraordinary.

Jin Rushi's sleeves were raised, and he collided with Wang Changlin's long sword like a heartbeat, an ordinary piece of clothing, Wang Changlin's peerless void weapon couldn't hurt it in the slightest?

"Mixed Yuan One Qigong!"

Wang Changlin is also well-informed, and he can see through this golden Confucian at a glance that he has actually cultivated the Taoist supreme martial arts mixed yuan qigong.

Borrow strength with qi and fight cattle across the mountains.

"Huh?"

Jin Rushi didn't expect his Mixed Yuan Qi Gong to be pierced at a glance, and he, who was originally only defensive and not attacking, took a step forward in an instant, and a huge Mixed Yuan Qi instantly shot out from his fingers.

Bang! Bang!

Several successive sword rays are intertwined with each other!

Click!

The magic weapon of the Absolute Yuan Void Weapon was broken in response, and Wang Changlin instantly withdrew violently.

"If you don't fight, you won't fight, I admit defeat. Wang Changlin hurriedly shouted.

Jin Rushi is indeed a gentleman, and the moment Wang Changlin admits defeat, he instantly withdrew his hand and nodded thoughtfully.

The Seven Elders immediately announced that Jin Rushi had won, and Wang Changlin had been officially eliminated.

Many people are looking forward to Wang Changlin's miracle again, but unfortunately in the face of absolute strength, the miracle seems so fragile.

Wang Changlin lost, and Jin Rushi successfully entered the top 90.

Mu Wenbai and the others couldn't help but feel a little lost after hearing the news, could it be that Wang Changlin's luck was limited to this?

If that's the case, won't all your investments get any return?

Gu Wen'er followed behind Wang Changlin and was silent, sullen.

"What's the matter, Senior Sister Wen'er, aren't you happy?" Wang Changlin turned to look at Gu Wen'er behind him.

"Of course I'm not happy!" Gu Wen'er said unhappily.

"Who made you unhappy, you tell me, I'm going to beat him up!" Wang Changlin said with a smile.

"It's you! You're making me unhappy!"

"Huh, what did I provoke you?"

"It's you, who made you not advance!Do you know that after losing this round, it will be difficult for you to come in again!" Gu Wen'er said a little depressed.

Of course, Wang Changlin knows that the 90 people eliminated in this round to fight for the last nine places are equivalent to ten people fighting for one place, and such a cruel knockout match is simply a bit frustrating.

"Anla, I thought you were unhappy because the magic weapon was destroyed by the Golden Confucian! Even if you didn't make the cut, it didn't matter, anyway, I'd be happy!" Wang Changlin smiled.

"What are you talking about!How can I !! because of a magic weapon" Gu Wen'er angrily pointed at Wang Changlin's nose and shouted: "But, didn't you have to enter at the beginning?"

"It was then, and now it is now. Wang Changlin sighed: "Don't refuse to come, don't stay, let it be." ”

"Really?" asked Gu Wen'er weakly.

Wang Changlin didn't answer, just looked at the bright moon in the distance, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down, as if he had left all the mundane world, without worry.

There is flesh and blood, sweat and tears, joy and affection and hatred, everything is just natural.

Wang Changlin suddenly raised his arm, the hair on his little finger swayed slightly with the breeze, but it was still firmly wrapped around his fingers, as well as the person in his heart, who had always remembered.

Gu Wen'er didn't know what Wang Changlin was thinking, but she didn't bother, and waited quietly by his side, as if she could feel the distress in his heart.

The game never stops, and it is in full swing.

When Wang Changlin faced his opponent for the first time, he was really surprised.

Direct Promotion!

That's right, the opponent was seriously injured in the last game, and this one can't be played.

Wang Changlin lost easily, and won easily.

If he really fought hard with Jin Rushi, he would probably be himself who would lie down and abstain now.

Shocked by myself, I felt that this immortality competition seemed to be a farce.

Not only Wang Changlin is like this, this situation has occurred in several games, and he won without a fight.

In the next three days, one game after another, Wang Changlin fought three games in a row, and his whole body was scarred.

Who would have thought that the opponents he faced were all injured to varying degrees, and although the process was difficult, fortunately, they all advanced in the end.

There are now twenty-two people left, and after the next round, they will almost be in the squad of nine.

The current twenty-two people can be said to be experienced in a hundred battles, each of them is almost the same, and they all deserve to enter the immortal list, it depends on the luck on the spot.

It is really not easy for Wang Changlin to get to this point, after so many battles, his consumption is also huge.

With a mouth, he kept asking Gu Wen'er, Sha Tiannu and Mu Wenbai, and now he almost owes a lot of debt.

In Chen Daoqing's experience back then, it was absolutely impossible to open his mouth, and not asking for anything was also a kind of practice.

But Wang Changlin couldn't care about it so much, put down his self-esteem, and vowed not to give up until he reached his goal.

At the beginning, when Wang Changlin was only five years old, his grandfather Wang Po asked him to lift the grinding disc on the martial arts training ground.

Dozens of pounds of grinding discs are definitely a behemoth and an impossible task for five-year-old Wang Changlin.

Wang Po encouraged him beside him: "As long as you go all out, you will definitely be able to move!"

That time, Wang Changlin finally failed to lift the grinding plate.

He told his grandfather, "I've done my best!"

Wang Po reprimanded very angrily: "You didn't do your best, because I was next to you, and you didn't even ask for my help!"

Since then, Wang Changlin has thoroughly understood that the so-called all-out effort is to exhaust all possible means and all available resources.

If you don't achieve your goal, you won't give up!

It doesn't matter what dignity and face he has, he only seeks results, not processes.

Wang Changlin, who was standing in the ring, had a little more tenacity and vicissitudes on his face, and his original immature smile suddenly appeared, but it was a little nondescript.

"Senior Brother Chen!" Wang Changlin greeted politely.

Chen Shaojie, a disciple of Feipeng Peak, it is not easy for everyone to come to this day, and they smiled politely at each other.

"Today's battle is a battle of life and death, if you miss in the battle, I hope the senior brother will not blame. Wang Changlin said slowly.

"Just shoot!" Chen Shaojie said seriously.

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence, the two have become opponents, and how can they have a common discourse.

Gu Wen'er watched from the audience early, and she kept worrying about her heart, worried that Wang Changlin would lose.

The original combination of the two swords no longer existed, and the Peerless Void Weapon was broken by the Golden Confucian, and now only his Shangyuan Void Weapon Spiritual Intention Sword remained, as well as a short knife that Gu Wen'er found for him.

The two swords cannot be combined, and only the sword light and sword shadow can make up for the shortcomings of the magic weapon in a short time.

The brilliant colors of the aurora burst in the sky, and countless sparks came from the collision of the magic weapons of the two, and the brilliance was as brilliant as summer flowers.

The two of them seemed to have become two dancers, the same elegant body was light and agile, the entire ring was used, every time it rotated, the sparks were scattered for a week, and the stones of the entire ring were bombarded and torn apart, and some of the closest disciples were even affected.

The vigorous swords intertwined, and the people around them scattered as if they were being exposed by the scorching sun.