Ling Xue finally chose to give up participating in the Xuanzhi Rank competition, no one laughed at or ridiculed her like this, everyone thought that this was a wise choice, after all, there was an insurmountable gap between the Martial Disciple Rank and the Xuanist Rank.

The competition of the Xuanzhi level is not like the same level against the same level like the martial arts competition, but chooses the lottery method, no matter who the opponent is drawn, you have to face it, or give up. Of course, Ling Kuang and Ling Lin, who had already reached the Xuanshi level, did not participate in the competition of the Xuanshi rank, they had already been booked as the top two, and the top five places, only three places remained, which would be determined among the remaining thirteen Xuanshi ranks.

Since Ling Xue did not participate in the competition of the Xuan Rank, then the thirteen Xuan Masters appeared in an odd number, and if the draw was drawn, there would be a bye, and the person with the bye would be the lucky one and could directly enter the next round of the competition.

A deacon of the Ling family came up with a box drawn by lot, and thirteen mystics came up one by one to draw lots.

The first one to go up was Ling Tian, after he drew the lot, he handed it directly to the deacon without even looking at it, as if he could defeat anyone he met, he was very confident.

Then, another child of the Ling family went up to draw lots.

When Qin Lang was about to draw lots, a person came beside him.

A young man wearing a blue military uniform, this young man is not a handsome type, but his figure is very straight, very attractive, his body exudes an aura that cannot be ignored by others, and a golden spear behind his back is extremely dazzling, and he knows that it is not an ordinary product at a glance.

This person is Qin Lang's cousin Ling Li, the strength of a high-level mystery.

In Qin Lang's memory, his eldest brother only knew penance. is the kind of silent and cold type of person, according to Qin Lang's previous life, he is a man who loves to pretend to be type B.

"Big brother" Qin Lang greeted, in his memory, he had no bad relationship with this big brother, and his friendship was not deep, but this gift could not be abolished, after all, this must be his cousin.

Ling Li nodded lightly, and then said, "Let's go to the lottery together."

Qin Lang glanced at Ling Li suspiciously, and then nodded and replied, "Okay."

Ling Li and Qin Lang went up to draw lots together, attracting everyone's attention.

"Look, the cultivator and the wasteman have come together."

"it. If Qin Lang is a wasted talent. We've all hit the wall, and they're mysteries now."

"Mistaken ...... It's a pure mistake, the cultivation madman's eyes are above the top and he will actually come together with Qin Lang, does this imply anything?"

"What's wrong with that. They are brothers. This is normal. Besides, now that Qin Lang can cultivate again, who knows if he will be upgraded to a Xuanshi again by leaps and bounds, of course he has to make good feelings."

......

Ling Li and Qin Lang drew lots at the same time. Ling Li drew the fifth, and Qin Lang actually became the lucky one among the thirteen, and drew the seventh, the first round of empty wheels, and went directly to Jin.

Ling Li glanced at Qin Lang and said lightly, "Good luck, pay attention to Ling Xing", and then Ling Li and Qin Lang separated.

"Ling Xing?" Qin Lang was puzzled for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and showed an indifferent smile.

There are a few children of the Ling family who have just been promoted to become Xuan Masters who are very envious and jealous of Qin Lang's luck, and others secretly believe that this guy is really shit luck, and the only one is actually caught by him.

The draw ended, and the first game was Ling Hu of No. 1 against Ling Guang of No. 13.

Ling Hu, nineteen years old, a newcomer to the high-level Xuanji, cultivating the Gray-level Xuanji Tiger Jue, good at boxing, extremely powerful, ranked fifth in last year's competition, and his strength can be seen.

Ling Guang, twenty years old, a beginner who has just entered the middle-level mystery, cultivating the gray-level mystical technique heavy sword technique, last year with the strength of a low-level mystery, ranked tenth, and now he has broken through again, he thought that he could rise at least two places, but he didn't expect to meet Ling Hu who broke through the high-level mystic at the beginning, and secretly shouted bad luck in his heart.

On the edge of the ring, the patriarch and all the elders sat on the sidelines to watch the strongest competition of the younger generation.

After Nine Elder Ling Fujian said some rules for the competition, he announced that the competition had begun.

Ling Guang arched his hand and said to Ling Hu, "Please be merciful."

Ling Hu said politely, "Please!"

As soon as Ling Hu's words fell, Ling Guang kicked his feet, and the whole person rushed out in vain, moving extremely fast, like a cheetah preying on people's defense.

When he was about to reach Ling Hu, he put one hand behind his back and slashed with a heavy knife.

Ling Guang is a direct descendant of the Ling family, his status is not low, he uses a first-order mid-level big sword, and the big knife follows like a shadow, slashing towards Ling Hu's head.

The audience exclaimed, no one expected that Ling Guang would be taken by surprise, preemptively, and the speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

The heavy knife that slashed at the head emitted a cold aura, and a Xuan of the same level was afraid that he would be shocked.

However, Ling Hu was one rank higher than Ling Guang, and he was very experienced in facing the enemy, so I saw him unhurriedly raise his hands to meet him.

The children of the Ling family, who had never seen Ling Zhan make a move, exclaimed one after another.

"He didn't want to die, he actually dared to take Ling Guang's heavy knife with his empty hands."

"Maybe he thinks too highly of himself, thinking that he can easily win by a small rank higher, and it seems that his hands are going to be wasted."

"What do you know, didn't you see what Ling Hu had on his hands?

......

Ling Hu was not brain-dead, if he didn't have the confidence to take this knife, he would never dare to take Ling Guang's knife with both hands, because he had his unique weapon on both hands, the first-order high-grade gold silk gloves, which were said to be made of the skin of the second-order pangolin, and the low-level weapon could not be damaged in the slightest. Therefore, Ling Hu dared to use both hands to take the other party's knife.

However, Ling Guang seemed to have expected that the knife that was about to slash at Ling Hu's face door suddenly changed direction and wiped towards Ling Hu's neck.

This change of trick was unexpected, which surprised everyone in the audience, and the elders in the audience cast expressions of appreciation, and seemed to be very satisfied with Ling Guang's change of move.

Ling Hu raised his eyebrows, shouted "It's good", and then blocked with his left backhand.

"Ding" weapons are staggered.

Under the full force of the heavy knife, Ling Hu took a half step back, and his left hand was not damaged at all, which showed that his golden silk gloves were really extraordinary.

Ling Guang saw that the knife was unsuccessful. shouted, "Heavy knife without a shadow".

The strong move was used, and countless sword shadows went towards Ling Hu's body, but before the knife move arrived, it had already raised a painful sword light.

This is Ling Guang's strongest move at the moment, and the gap between him and Ling Hu is not a little bit, so he went all out at the beginning, and he was able to defeat Ling Hu by surprise before Ling Hu did not move his real character.

The children of the Ling family on the sidelines screamed again, and the audience was basically a martial apprentice. They can see the competition of the Mystic Rank. It has been very beneficial for them, and it has also allowed them to further understand the opportunities for advancement.

Qin Lang looked at Ling Guang's sword move from the side and muttered, "This move doesn't seem to be weak, but it's just a virtual appearance. If you use a sword, it's pretty much the same. The heavy knife should be clumsy and bladeless. Breaking through 10,000 jun with strength, this move is really a big disappointment."

Ling Li, who was standing aside, glanced at Qin Lang lightly, and then turned to the stage again.

Stage. Ling Hu also counterattacked with fierce moves, and his whole body momentum rose, only to see a loud roar in his mouth, as if like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, which made people deafening, and at the same time, his fists turned into fist shadows in the sky.

"Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest".

"Dingding".

The shadows of knives and fists staggered, making bursts of sounds.

Ling Guang used all his strength in one move, but when he was exhausted, Ling Hu had just come to his strength, shouting "Defeat me!", one punch broke away Ling Guang's heavy knife, and the other punch smashed towards his lower abdomen.

"Boom".

Ling Guang suddenly flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

"Poof" Ling Guang fell outside the stage, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Immediately afterwards, two guards of the Ling family carried Ling Guang down.

Elder Ling Fu on the stage then announced, "Ling Hu wins!"

"Wow! Brother Ling Hu is so violent."

"No, one day I will be like Brother Ling Hu, too powerful."

"Brother Ling Hu has always been my idol, I not only want to be as strong as him, but also surpass him."

......

The children of the side who supported Ling Hu in the audience cheered for Ling Hu one after another.

Then the competition was the other two children of the Ling family, both of them were low-level Xuan's strength, this competition was evenly matched, after a fierce competition, in the end, the two fought to lose, with one of them standing up as the winner, but no matter who wins and who loses, they can't participate in the next round of the game.

In this competition, the children of the Ling family in the audience were full of enthusiasm, and their eyes were full of desire to break through to the Xuanzhi level as soon as possible.

The third competition began, and Elder Ling Fu announced that "Ling Zhi and Ling Xing will come to the stage."

When these two people were called, the audience threw a cheer, and these two people were quite popular among the younger generation of the Ling family.

Ling Li, who was beside Qin Lang, said lightly again on the side, "Pay attention to Ling Xing."

Qin Lang nodded knowingly, and then looked towards Ling Xing.

I saw a young man about twenty years old, wearing a cyan military uniform that was three points similar to Ling Rui, with a cyan long sword tied behind his back, and his wild long hair falling down at will, looking a little dusty. This is Ling Xing, Ling Rui's eldest brother, the strength of a high-level mystery, who only lost one move last year, ranking fourth, and is the best among the eighteenth generation of disciples.

On the viewing platform, the second elder Ling Mo said to the five elders beside him, "Old Five, Ling Xing is expected to break through the Xuanshi level in half a year!"

Fifth Elder Ling Yan said with a smug expression, "A few little guys are a little bit more angry than Ling Xing, but they are still far behind Kuang'er, let's just say that Zhi'er is not worse than him, and now he is only fifteen years old and has broken through the low-level Xuan, and it is not bad compared to Kuang'er's talent!"

Ling Mo showed an imperceptible smile, and then changed the subject, "After you go back, you have to supervise Ling Xing well, let him break through as soon as possible, Ling Li will definitely become a Xuanshi in less than three months."

Ling Yan glanced at Ling Mo vaguely, then nodded silently.

In the ring, Elder Ling Fu announced the start of the game.

Ling Zhi arched his hand at Ling Xing and said, "Brother Xing, you have to be merciful!"

Ling Xing smiled, "I don't use weapons, if you can survive ten moves, you win."

Ling Zhi is the grandson of the second elder Ling Mo, and Ling Xing is the grandson of the fifth elder Ling Yan, both of them are from their own family, and their private relationship is extremely close and friendly.

Ling Zhi shook a first-order high-rank spear in his hand and shouted, "Then I'm welcome, look at the gun."

The spear drilled out like a snake, and in an instant it had reached Ling Xing's throat, so fast that it was difficult to grasp.

Ling Xing was not afraid at all, and very calmly made a backward movement, and his throat was able to avoid Ling Zhi's spear. At the same time, before Ling Zhi's spear could be withdrawn, Ling Xing kicked it, infused fifty percent of his Xuan power, and directly kicked Ling Zhi's spear into the air.

The spear was out of his hand, Ling Zhi didn't give up, the whole person took off into the air, grabbed the spear again, and smashed it towards Ling Xing below.

The spear was like a rainbow, bringing out a gray shadow in the air.

"Good coming" Ling Xing's waist is straight. Eyes like torches. With a shout of appreciation, the whole person dodged Ling Zhi's full blow like a phantom, and at the same time, he turned his palm into a claw and grabbed Ling Zhi's spear with one hand. Sideways swept towards Ling Zhi's shoulder.

The flip action is very fast. made the children of the Ling family in the audience dazzled.

"Smack" Ling Zhi received a kick. The spear was snatched away, and the whole person took two steps back, and his expression was slightly pale.

Ling Xing threw the spear at Ling Zhi. said with a smile, "Brother Zhi, you lost!"

Ling Zhi caught the spear and nodded, "It's not unjust to lose to Brother Xing."

Ling Zhi is just a low-level mystery, while Ling Xing is a high-level mystery, the difference in strength between the two is very large, even if Ling Xing doesn't use weapons, it is very easy to defeat Ling Zhi.

Elder Ling Fu announced, "Ling Xing wins!".

Ling Xing and Ling Zhi stepped down together, and Ling Zhi whispered to Ling Xing, "Brother Xing, Qin Lang's bastard has to teach him a good lesson."

Hearing the word Qin Lang, Ling Xing's eyes flashed with fierceness, and then he said quietly, "Hmph, even if you become a mystery, it's just a low-level mystery, I will personally beat him back to his original form."

Ling Xing's family had long been resentful of Qin Lang's family, and recently they were angry with Qin Lang because his brother Ling Rui was almost expelled from the house, so Ling Xing naturally wouldn't let Qin Lang go lightly.

The next competition was Ling Li's appearance, and he was against another Ling family disciple, who only had the strength of a low-level mystery, and there was no suspense about the outcome of the outcome, and he was only blasted out of the field by Ling Li's move.

The next game was a competition between two mid-level mysteries, and finally Ling Hua, who was ranked sixth last year, won after 100 moves.

The last competition of the first round of the Xuan Rank was the middle-level Xuan Ling Tian against the low-level Xuan Ling Hong, it is worth mentioning that Ling Hong is the granddaughter of the Sixth Elder, seventeen years old, and is the only two women above the Xuan Rank.

On the stage, Ling Tian clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at Ling Hong with disdain, and said, "You are not my opponent, I don't want to embarrass you, admit defeat."

Ling Hong was born to be a master who did not admit defeat, and when he heard Ling Tian so contemptuous, he immediately shouted, "If you want to win me, take me off the stage." With that, he shook his hand and pulled out two shiny curved short swords, which looked extremely dazzling in the sunlight.

"It's actually a second-order low-level Double Moon Sword" As soon as this sword came out, someone in the audience exclaimed.

"I didn't expect the six elders to take such a fancy to Ling Hong, and they just became a mystery, and immediately equipped her with these two moon swords, which is really willing to pay for it."

"With the Double Moon Sword in hand, Ling Hong's combat power has at least increased by one level, and it is not so easy for Ling Tian to win."

On the viewing platform, the fourth elder, Ling Wei, transmitted the voice of the sixth elder and said, "Sixth, I didn't expect you to take such a good care of Xiaohong and actually get her such a pair of sword blades."

The Sixth Elder smiled dryly and said, "That kid likes short swords, and she cultivates very hard, so it's not too much to give her a reward."

In the Ling family's direct lineage, if there is a younger generation of people who break through the Xuan, they will get them a first-order intermediate or high-level weapon at most, which is a very common thing, and for a person like Ling Hong who has just entered the Xuan, the sixth elder will get her a set of second-order low-level weapons, which is indeed rare.

The fourth elder smiled wryly and said, "Yes, we have to be generous to the children, and we still have to give what we should give."

The Sixth Elder looked at the Fourth Elder's disapproving smile, then put his eyes on Ling Tian on the stage, and then noticed the sword weapon on Ling Tian's back, and his heart trembled, "Could it be ......?"

In the ring, Ling Tian was not surprised by the Double Moon Sword that Ling Hong had drawn, but instead said playfully, "Do you think you can open the gap between us with weapons? You are too naïve."

"Hmph, you have to try this to know" Ling Hong snorted coldly, flipped his delicate hands, and the double swords were like crescent moons, and they rushed towards Ling Tian.

"I don't know what to do, I'll let you know that even if it's a weapon, I'm no worse than you" Ling Tian snorted in displeasure, his body shook, and the thin sword behind his back flew out like a dragon.

A red light shone in the ring.

"It's actually a second-order low-level sword weapon again," someone in the audience exclaimed.

"It's the Burning Sun Sword, the Burning Sun Sword that can emit fire attribute sword energy, it's even stronger than the Twin Moon Sword!"

"It seems that Ling Hong is bound to lose."

......

Qin Lang in the audience looked at the weapons of the two curiously. I didn't expect the two of them on the stage to use second-order low-level swords, he had seen second-order swords in the weapons shop, and it would cost thousands of gold coins to say the least, damn, I didn't expect people to pick it up casually, it seems that he is also going to ask his patriarch grandfather for a handful or two to play with.

Ling Li on the side seemed to sense Qin Lang's thoughts, and said lightly, "When you become a Xuanshi again, maybe grandpa will reward you with your Golden Emperor Gun."

The Golden Emperor Spear, a second-order mid-level weapon, was when Qin Lang broke through the Xuanshi two years ago. Ling Cang rewarded him privately. Later, Qin Lang's meridians were exhausted, and he was taken back by Ling Cang.

Qin Lang pursed his lips and said, "When I become a Xuanshi, at least I have to use Xuanbing, what are I doing with these garbage goods!"

Ling Li twitched his face. didn't answer Qin Lang's words. Because he only took Qin Lang's words as wind in his ears.

It can be called a Xuan soldier. Only weapons that have reached the third order can be counted as Xuan, and there are only a handful of Xuan soldiers in Meteorite City, and there is only one Zhen Clan Xuan Soldier in the Ling family. Gu said that he had obtained it from Master Li, the only third-order refining master in Meteorite City, and now Qin Lang opened his mouth to ask for a third-order Xuan soldier, isn't this a fool's dream?

On the stage, Ling Hong didn't expect Ling Tian to also use a second-order sword weapon, you must know that Ling Tian still used a first-order high-level sword weapon last year, and now he has been promoted to a middle-level mystic weapon, and like her, he has been rewarded by the old man in the family and has also obtained a second-order low-level sword weapon, she originally relied on the advantage of the weapon, and the news disappeared in an instant.

However, she was born to be a master who does not admit defeat, refuses to admit defeat at will, and dances the Double Moon Sword to attack.

However, Ling Tian was superior to Ling Hong in terms of strength and experience, and soon Ling Hong was forced to stumble.

At this time, Ling Hong was forced to retreat to the edge of the ring by Ling Tian's sword, and was almost about to fall out of the ring.

Ling Tian didn't rush to attack again, but raised his arrogant head and said lightly, "Go down by yourself or will I bombard you down?"

"Bastard" Ling Hong stomped his feet, snorted, his whole body was tightly gathered, and his two swords were crossed, turning into entangled sword lights, making people feel dizzy for a while, and if they were not careful, they would be wrenched out of their heads.

This is exactly Ling Hong's strongest move, called "Twisted Moon".

The six elders on the stage stood up and shouted, "Xiaohong is messing around, how can he use such a desperate move." The six elders knew that Ling Hong's move was extraordinary, and ordinary middle-level mystical masters could suffer losses, but now it was just a competition, there was no need to kill each other, besides, Ling Tian was still the proud grandson of the four elders beside him, in case he was injured by Ling Hong, this beam could be bigger.

The four elders were not as excited as the six elders, but said very firmly, "The competition depends on the real ability, if Xiaohong can really force Xiaotian to step down, then it is only to blame him for not being proficient in learning, you don't need to mind the sixth elder."

The Sixth Elder sighed lightly and sat back down in his place, but he stood up again before he could sit still.

Because he saw Ling Hong fly out of the ring, being blasted away by Ling Tian's sword.

On the stage, Ling Hong was repeatedly provoked by Ling Tian, and used his own killing, originally wanting to teach Ling Tian a lesson, but Ling Tian was not the master of letting the fish and flesh go, he also had a strong move.

I saw Ling Tian facing her killing, the playful smile on his face was even stronger, and then he jumped up in the air and shouted "The sun is shining".

The Burning Sun Sword exuded a strong murderous aura, a dazzling red light was even more vigorous, and the long sword was like a rainbow, smashing towards Ling Hong's double swords, and the red sword was like a blooming sunflower.

"Jingle Bell".

"Boom"

Ling Hong's Double Moon Sword and Ling Tian's Yanyang Sword collided violently, and Ling Hong, who was weak, was immediately shocked and flew out of the field, fortunately, Ninth Elder Ling Fu waved his hand, and the invisible Xuan Qi immediately supported Ling Hong, so as not to let her fall too much, but she was still shocked into internal injuries, blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes still showed a thick and unyielding look.

As if he had done something insignificant, Ling Tian dashingly threw the Yanyang Sword into the air, and with a turn of his body, the Yanyang Sword was unmistakably unmistakably un

"I can't help myself" Ling Tian snorted coldly and walked off the stage.

The audience was silent at first, and then there was a roar.

"Ling Tian used it just now...... Do you use the Yellow Rank Sword Technique?".

"Isn't the Yellow Rank Sword Technique something that can only be cultivated when you reach the Xuan Shi Rank?"

"That's what the theory says, but the Xuan Rank can also be cultivated, but the Xuan Power is not released. He couldn't use his true power, now Ling Tian only used one percent of the power of this move at most, if he reached the Xuanshi level, his own attributes matched the attributes of his sword skills, then this move could definitely kill Ling Hong in an instant."

"This, it's so powerful! Then when I reach the Xuan Rank, I will also choose the Yellow Rank Xuan Technique to cultivate."

"Hmph, do you think it's so easy to refine? It's best not to practice before you don't know your own attributes, otherwise if you cultivate the exercises that are compatible with your own attributes, then your own cultivation will be ruined, and everyone Ling Tian and his family are all fire attributes. Then in the future, when he advances to the Xuanshi level, it will definitely be a fire attribute. Only then do you dare to cultivate in advance!"

Qin Lang closed his eyes and thought about Ling Tian's move just now, and after a while, he showed a knowing smile, and said to himself in his heart, "It's just a move to take advantage of the situation." It's a good job."

With the end of Ling Tian's battle. The first round of the martial arts test is over. The second round of the draw has started again.

Because there was a match in the first round that was a lose-lose situation, the winner has already abstained. So there was no singular number in the second round, Qin Lang had no chance to be the lucky one again, and he had to face one of them in the second round of the competition.

The list of those who entered the second round was as follows: Qin Lang, Ling Hu, Ling Xing, Ling Li, Ling Hua, and Ling Tian; among them, Qin Lang had the lowest strength, only a low-level Xuan, and everyone else was above the middle-level Xuan.

The six of them went up to draw lots one by one, Qin Lang drew the number two, and actually faced Ling Tian, who drew the number six, in the eyes of others, he may be considered lucky, he must not draw a high-level mystery, and he will not lose too ugly.

Ling Tian came to Qin Lang's side and chuckled, "Former genius, I think you should abstain as soon as possible, otherwise...... You're going to lose very ugly."

Qin Lang couldn't understand why Ling Tian had repeatedly shown hostility towards him, but since he had provoked him, he was not afraid, and said indifferently, "I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth."

Ling Tian snorted coldly, "It seems that you don't know what to say like Ling Hong."

Qin Lang looked directly at Ling Tian, lightly swallowed a few words, "You are sick!", and then turned around and walked back to his original position.

Ling Tian's fists were clenched tightly, his face was extremely ugly, he wanted to make a move against Qin Lang, but he still suppressed the impulse in his heart, and muttered, "Waste talents dare to be arrogant, and you must know how to write the word 'death' later."

Ling Tian and Qin Lang have no old grudges, but Qin Lang's talent before is too amazing, Ling Tian is one year younger than Qin Lang, and his talent is not weak, but all the light in front of Qin Lang is covered, at first he worked hard to catch up with Qin Lang, and regarded Qin Lang as an idol and role model like all the children of the Ling family, but later found that he couldn't catch up with Qin Lang no matter how hard he tried, and gradually turned from worship to jealousy, and finally Qin Lang suddenly became a waste, Ling Tian couldn't help but feel happy.

Now that Qin Lang has risen again, Ling Tian has had a crisis, he is afraid that his light will be covered again, he can't help but hate Qin Lang in his heart, so he plans to humiliate Qin Lang fiercely in the competition, it is best to completely cross him, so that he will not be able to turn over at all.

This is a world of the strong, but also a world of the weak and the strong, the older generation wants to be the king, and the younger generation wants to be the brightest star. In this cruel world, everyone is on the top of others, even brothers and sisters of the same race. Becoming a king or defeating a king is the law of survival here, and only by breaking through a qiē barrier can you become a noble and strong man admired by thousands of people.

The next second round of competition will be the moment to witness the rise of the new generation of the Ling family, and the first game will be played by Ling Xing against Ling Hua.

Ling Xing's first game against Ling Zhi, and Ben did not consume any Xuan power, and his strength was well preserved, but Ling Hua was different, he was only the strength of a middle-level Xuan man, and Ling Xing was a small rank apart, and in the first competition, he faced an opponent of the same level, and he had to fight for more than 100 moves to win the competition, although he was not seriously injured, but Xuan Li had already consumed most of it, and in this competition, he knew that Ling Xing, who was more powerful than himself, had won without forgetting, but he had to lose with dignity, he insisted on standing in the ring.

After Ninth Elder Ling Fu announced the start, Ling Xing smiled faintly at Ling Hua, whose face was pale, and said, "As long as you can take my move, how about I admit defeat in this competition?"

Ling Hua first glanced at Ling Xing suspiciously, then grabbed the long sword in his hand and said firmly, "Come on." He thought in his heart that he would lose left and right anyway, couldn't he resist his move?

Ling Xingyin smiled and said, "Hehe, then you can take it."

After laughing, Ling Xing kicked at his feet. The whole person is like an arrow out of the string, the movement is very fast, he loses one hand behind his back, and the other hand has already put on the hilt of the sword behind his back, just when he came to Ling Hua, who was waiting for him, he shouted "Qingmang Rail!".

A sword shot, green mang!

Ling Hua was gathering all his Xuan power, his hands clenching the hilt of his sword, his wrists bursting into blue veins, and he gritted his teeth. When Ling Xing's green sword was about to come to him. He yelled, "Come on!".

With a roar, Ling Hua's long sword rushed towards Ling Xing's green mang.

"Jingle Bell".

"Boom"

"Ahh

The swordsmen made a loud noise, and one of them let out a terrible cry, only to see one person fly out of the ring upside down. Fortunately, Ninth Elder Ling Fu used his dexterity to make the person who flew out not fall so badly.

The person who fell out was Ling Hua who took Ling Xing's trick hard. I saw that his first-order high-rank long sword had been split in two. The blood on his hands was pouring wildly, and if he didn't take the pill for treatment, it would take at least three months to get better.

Ling Hua was carried down. Elder Ling Fu announced that "Ling Xing has won".

As soon as the results were announced, the children of the Ling family in the audience all exclaimed.

"Ling Xing is so powerful, he actually blasted Ling Hua away with one move."

"I didn't even see how he made a move, Ling Hua flew out, if he wanted to fight for life and death, Ling Hua was afraid that he would be in a different place."

"I don't know if Ling Xing is powerful or stronger this year!".

......

Seeing Ling Xing defeat the enemy with one move, the fifth elder Ling Yan on the viewing platform was full of joy, obviously very satisfied with Ling Xing's expression.

The patriarch Ling Cang, who was in the middle of the viewing platform, frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared between his eyebrows.

On the stage, Ling Xing had already put away his sword, flicked his long hair, and faintly sneered, "Don't do it yourself!", and then glanced at Qin Lang's direction, and then floated off the stage.

"Ling Tian and Qin Lang, please come to the stage," Elder Ling Fu's voice rang out again.

Ling Tian was still like the previous one, he leaped onto the stage from the stage in a dashing manner, looking very elegant and smart, while Qin Lang calmly walked up the stairs, not that he didn't want to be in the limelight, but that there were too few beauties in the audience, and besides, he was of the same clan, so he felt that he didn't have to waste his expression.

"This time, Qin Lang was not so lucky, he actually let a low-level mystic go to the second round, it was really suitable for him."

"Whoever calls the explosion of people's family character, waste talents can be refined, and it is not surprising that they can come this far."

"Ling Tian has already learned the Yellow Rank Sword Technique, and he likes to be in the limelight the most, he will definitely not let Qin Lang go as easily as he did in the last game."

In the audience, the children of the Ling family talked about the upcoming battle between Ling Tian and Qin Lang.

The competition has finally begun!

"Come on, let me see how good our Ling family's genius is, I can give you three moves" Ling Tian said with a very contemptuous finger at Qin Lang.

"Nonsense, this kid seems to be overly arrogant, I must teach him a lesson when I go back" Ling Wei, the fourth elder on the viewing platform, slapped the table and said angrily, he glanced at Ling Cang in the middle, as if he was afraid that his grandson's behavior would offend the patriarch Ling Cang, after all, Qin Lang was Ling Cang's grandson.

The second elder on the side, Ling Moyu, said quietly, "It's normal for young people to be impulsive and arrogant, and it doesn't hurt." Second Elder Ling Mo and Patriarch Ling Cang had been singing against each other, and he took the opportunity to help Ling Wei of the middle faction speak, and his meaning was self-evident.

Ling Cang in the middle nodded his hair and said, "We have also experienced the era of youth and frivolity, Ling Tian is a good seedling, the fourth child must be cultivated well in the future, so that he can become the pillar of the family!"

Ling Wei glanced at Ling Mo, and finally said to Ling Cang, "Ling Wei knows." In fact, now Ling Wei is still very proud in his heart, Ling Lin and Ling Tian's talents are the best among the younger generation, of course there is light on his old face, even if Ling Tian is proud and conceited now, Ling Wei doesn't feel anything, young people, it's understandable, he just said that just to take care of Ling Cang's face.

Returning to the stage, Qin Lang wiped a sinister smile and said loudly, "This is what you said, let me make three moves?"

Qin Lang's words made everyone in the audience hear them, and they couldn't help but laugh.

Ling Tian naturally thought that Qin Lang was having stage fright, and deliberately spoke loudly to strengthen his courage, and immediately said disdainfully, "Of course, I, Ling Tian, have a good word, if you can force me to make a move within three moves, I will lose." Ling Tian said this equally loudly, as if he was afraid that the people in the audience would not hear it.

Qin Lang smiled and said, "Okay, you can get ready." I'm going on the offensive."

Ling Tian made a gesture of please, "Let the horse come over, don't say three moves, even if you make thirty moves, you may not be able to hurt me even a little." Ling Tian was quite confident, because he was a middle-level mystic, even if he was only a first-level mystic, his strength would not be defeated against five low-level mysteries at the same time, not to mention that he had already comprehended two yellow-rank sword skills, wouldn't it be easy to deal with Qin Lang, who had just entered the low-level mysteries for half a month.

"Then I'm here, you wait" Qin Lang said as he walked slowly towards Ling Tian. It looks like a leisurely stroll. It doesn't look like it's going to attack at all.

"Look at it," Qin Lang said, actually using an ordinary wild move, and blasted towards Ling Tian's face door with a punch.

Ling Tian clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his body was slightly to one side. easily dodged Qin Lang's punch. He said, "With this kind of mountain village and wild fist, he also wants to touch me." dreaming".

Qin Lang withdrew his fist and shook his hand twice, "Grandma's, you actually avoided it." Look at this punch again". Qin Lang clenched his fists and increased his speed to smash towards Qin Lang again, without any accidents, Ling Tian dodged again.

The children of the Ling family in the audience were shocked by Qin Lang's performance.

"This, this is the strength of a low-level mystic, even a fifth-level martial artist can swing a fist faster than him."

"Could it be that he knew that he was not Ling Tian's opponent, and deliberately abstained after throwing a few punches?"

"I don't think it's going to be such a wretch, right?"

......

Ling Zhi in the audience also stared at Qin Lang with an inexplicable expression, he was stunned by Qin Lang with one move, he didn't believe that Qin Lang didn't even have the courage to fight, it seemed that his two punches were just to paralyze Ling Tian's attention, and the third move would definitely be taken by surprise.

The elders on the viewing platform were also puzzled by Qin Lang's expression, and their thoughts were the same as those of Ling Zhi, they all thought that Qin Lang's last move was the third move, but they all agreed that no matter how Qin Lang surprised him in the end, it would be impossible to defeat Ling Tian, after all, the gap in strength was there.

"It's the last move, if you want to kill something, just use it," Ling Tian sneered. Although he was conceited, he was not the kind of brainless person, and he must have guessed Qin Lang's intentions.

Qin Lang touched his nose and said, "Not bad, not bad, you can dodge my two punches, even if you have some ability, it seems that I can't beat you if I'm not serious."

Ling Tiandao, "Don't talk so much nonsense, you only have one last chance, draw your sword, know and cherish it."

Just now, Qin Lang just swung his bare fist towards Ling Tian, and any martial artist's strongest move would generally use a weapon, only a weapon could make the opponent have a sense of coercion, and only then could he use the strongest power.

Qin Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of subtle intent, and he immediately chuckled and said, "It's not worth my sword to deal with you, a little middle-level mystic."

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Haha, do you think you are still the Xuanshi of the past? You are just a small character who has just entered the ranks, and you are not afraid to flash your tongue when you say this."

On the viewing platform, the fifth elder Ling Yan sneered, "In these years, some children just don't know how to advance or retreat." The Fifth Elder was teased by Qin Lang in the cabinet, and almost let his grandson Ling Rui be expelled from the family, and he hated Qin Lang very much.

Fourth Elder Ling Wei couldn't help but laugh, he also thought that although Qin Lang could cultivate again, he believed that his grandson would never be defeated.

Is this really the case?

The next moment, Qin Lang proved with his actions that other people's ideas were wrong, and they were outrageously wrong.

Qin Lang said lightly, "I'm ready, I'm going to make a move."

"Less nonsense, come on, don't waste time, this is your last chance to make a move" Ling Tian said confidently.

As soon as his words fell, Qin Lang began to move, his movements seemed to be slow but actually very fast, his footsteps were ethereal and strange, as if like a gust of wind, he came to Ling Tian in an instant.

"Flowing Clouds"

"Catching the Wind and Catching the Shadows"

Qin Lang showed no mercy, his palms blasted towards Ling Tian's chest who had not yet reacted like flowing water, and then kicked out several Fengshen legs one after another, leaving Ling Tian powerless to parry.

Ling Tian only felt that there was a flower in front of him, Qin Lang had already attacked in front of him, he didn't even have time to react before he was hit, he was like a sandbag, he was blown away without any chance to fight back.

Whether it was offstage or on the stage, everyone was stunned, and they were all dumbfounded when Ling Tian was blown away like a kite with a broken string.

The children of the Ling family in the audience didn't know how Qin Lang made a move, only the deacons above the Xuanshi rank who were watching the battle, and the elders on the viewing platform, saw clearly that Qin Lang punched nine punches and feet, a total of eighteen attacks, all of which fell on Ling Tian. (To be continued......)