While they were chatting.

The battles in the ring went on one after another.

After a few more fights, the fourth favourite, Ling Zhanxi, came on the stage and easily defeated his opponent.

Soon it was the fifth favorite to make Yantong appear, and he also defeated his opponent within ten moves.

So far.

The five favourites who are optimistic about the strength of the top four have all appeared, and in addition to Ling Anping's defeat, the other four have all successfully advanced.

In addition, Ling Jiuqiu was also added to the new five popular candidates.

Gradually, it was the turn of the twenty-eighth group of duels.

It's a battle that everyone is looking forward to.

Because one of the contestants was recognized as a first-day talent in Yongquan City, he was admitted to the Yanlong Martial Arts Academy in advance, and he was only thirteen years old and was designated as the young patriarch Ling Bailong!

"Young Patriarch, come on!"

"Young Patriarch, come on!"

A shout suddenly rang out from the crowd.

The others began to shout along, and everyone's voices gradually converged and resounded in the sky!

Ling Bailong slowly walked in the direction of the ring.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with a look of excitement on her face also happily stepped into the ring from the other side.

In the girl's heart, it is a rare opportunity to be able to fight with the young patriarch of the white dragon on the first day of the family, and it is even more an honor if she can fight evenly for a while.

As for winning or losing, it doesn't matter.

Because you're bound to lose, just try to show yourself and present a good fight for everyone.

There was not the slightest pressure in the girl's heart.

After coming to the stage, the girl looked at Ling Bailong with admiration on her face, and arched her hand: "Young Patriarch of Bailong, please advise!" ”

"Please advise!" Let the white dragon give up.

Ling Dehui on the side shouted: "The game is on!" ”

Causes the white dragon to instantly activate the martial spirit.

It was a bird martial soul of a divine steed, although the whole body was composed of blood-colored true qi, just a phantom statue that seemed to be real and illusory, but it still clearly showed every detail.

The supple and dense feathers seem to be carefully spliced one by one, neat and beautiful.

The long tail flutters gently behind him.

There are also fluffy and delicate fluff all over the body, swaying in the wind like flames.

The neck is high, and the wings are spread lightly.

It's like a newborn phoenix.

I saw that the white dragon's wings fluttered, and his body turned into a blood-colored streamer, and in an instant, he appeared in front of the girl and smashed it in front of him with a punch.

The girl's reaction was not slow, she activated the martial soul as soon as possible and raised her fist to meet it.

Fist bump!

The next moment, the girl flew out upside down.

"So fast!"

"Much faster than Ling Boyuan! I can't see the movement trajectory at all, how can I fight this? ”

"Nonsense! The strength of the young patriarch of the white dragon, where can the Boyuan clan brother be comparable! He deserves to be the strongest! ”

"Invincible! The strength of the young patriarch of the White Dragon is definitely invincible in the middle of the True Qi Realm! ”

Although everyone has always said that Ling Bailong is the strongest, only a few have really seen him show his strength with their own eyes.

On weekdays, it is mainly the various praises of some brothers who have sparred with Ling Bailong, coupled with the heaven-level martial soul that awakened Bailong, so that everyone firmly believes that Ling Bailong is the strongest person in this session.

In everyone's eyes.

Make the white dragon more like a legend.

But no matter how deeply rooted the legend is, it is inevitable that some people will question it in their hearts.

Now, seeing the speed and explosiveness shown by Ling Bailong, everyone intuitively felt his strength.

On a high platform.

made Jiuqiu's face solemn.

"His speed is really amazing."

"The most important thing is that I don't know if this is his limit, if he still has reservations, I am afraid that the real speed will be difficult for me to deal with."

"Heaven-level phantom beast martial soul, really powerful!"

The other high-level forces on the side, as well as several elders of the Ling clan, discussed one after another, and the voices of praise and compliments were endless.

The other side.

Ling Sichun, Ling Cheng'an, Ling Zhanxi and Ling Yantong were even more solemn.

Many people call them the favorites for the top four, and some even say that they can only compete for second to fourth place, and there is no hope of winning the title at all.

Of course, they were not convinced.

After all, although Ling Bailong had awakened a heaven-level martial soul, his talent was indeed top-notch.

But talent is not the same as strength.

In their opinion, it was less than half a year since the White Dragon had just awakened, even if his strength was really strong, it was impossible to reach the level of crushing them.

Why are they not eligible to compete for the title?

Who is strong and who is weak, you have to compare to know!

Even in their hearts, they think that they are at least 50% sure of winning.

But now, with Ling Bailong's first official public move, they really realized the power of Ling Bailong.

The certainty of fifty percent has also quietly decreased by two percent.

In the ring.

The girl struggled to her feet.

Under the attack that made the white dragon deliberately control her strength, although she was knocked away, she was not injured.

And such a precise control of strength is enough to show that Ling Bailong's strength is far above her, so she decisively raised her hand to admit defeat.

"Congratulations, the White Dragon has won!"

Ling Dehui shouted.

Tsunami-like cheers erupted.

Ling Bailong dispersed his martial soul and turned around indifferently.

With his eyes turning, he seemed to stay on Ling Jiuqiu casually for a moment, and then walked in the direction of the high platform as if nothing happened.

Ling Jiuqiu smiled.

"Is this the fight in response to me?"

"No matter how talented you are, after all, you are only thirteen years old, and you are still a teenager after all."

Soon, all thirty-three duels were over.

Battles between warriors usually don't last long, and the winner can often be decided within three minutes, especially since the family Dabi does not divide the opponent according to strength.

There are some disparities in strength, which is normal.

Therefore, these thirty-three duels only took a little more than an hour in total.

And in the first round of the showdown, everyone also roughly judged the strength of all the contestants.

Recognized as the strongest is naturally Ling Bailong.

The new five popular players, including Ling Jiuqiu, are considered to be the second-echelon powerhouses recognized by the vast majority of people.

And among the remaining players.

There were three players who had just stepped into the middle stage of the True Qi Realm, but their strength was obviously not as good as the five favorites, so these three players, along with everyone else, were classified into the third echelon.

Immediately afterwards, counting the 67th with a bye, 34 people began the second round of the duel.

One against four.

Six against seven.

Nine against eleven.

No. 11 is Ling Sichun, one of the five favorites, and her opponent is just an ordinary teenager in the third echelon.

But she wasn't careless.

With a flick of the long whip, the blood-red true qi quickly condensed into the form of a golden whip, wrapped around the long whip.

The delicate body with buds waiting to be released stands proudly.

The delicate and beautiful face is full of solemnity.

At the next moment when Ling Dehui shouted the word start, Ling Sichun immediately rushed out, and the long whip snapped and flicked, frightening the young man to dodge in a hurry.

The martial soul of the divine weapon has always been good at attacking.

The whip martial soul is even more unpredictable, and the attack range is wide, which does not give people a chance to wander and fight at all.

The boy was afraid of being reprimanded after the game, so he didn't dare to admit defeat directly, and originally wanted to try to fight Ling Sichun for a while.

But in the face of the golden whip with an attack range of up to two or three meters, and Ling Sichun's merciless pursuit, he was intimidated.

"I throw in the towel!"

After some escape, the boy finally raised his hand and surrendered.