"Concentrate it all?" Lin Sen hesitated, "But isn't there no defense in other parts like this? ”

"If you can defeat the opponent quickly, what else can you defend? Besides, when you need to defend, you won't concentrate the aura to defend it?" Chen Ling said: "The whole body burst out of the aura to make you look a little stronger, and the other martial artists who fight in this way are either stupid or stupid." ”

Lin Sen and Tian Xin glanced at each other, both embarrassed.

"Ahem, but Chen Ling, it's hard to control the aura gathered at one point, what should I do?" Tian Xin asked.

"Practice. Chen Ling left a word and ignored them.

Tian Xin and Lin Sen stood there, a little dazed, this guy's arrogance is not understandable like his strength, but his strength is indeed there, and there is no room for doubt.

The two of them looked at each other, looking like they were going to try his trick.

Although Mo Chunjiao on the side didn't speak, she was convinced of what Chen Ling said, and silently wrote down every word he just said in her heart, planning to use her aura according to his method after she became a psionic martial artist.

"Chen Ling, where are you going?" Mo Chunjiao shouted.

"Take a walk around and learn the rules of the game. Chen Ling said.

Mo Chunjiao thought that he was going back to sleep, but after breathing a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on her face, cheering herself up with a smile.

"Sister Tian Xin, Brother Lin Sen, it's not our turn yet, let's go to the sidelines to watch their game first, and learn first. Mo Chunjiao pulled Tian Xin to watch the game.

Lin Sen was not idle, and found an interesting venue to go over and observe.

......

Chen Ling was not interested in the competition, so he went to the registration office, where the primary selection rules were posted next to the registration office.

The method of primary selection is relatively simple, each large group is eliminated in turn according to the method of two-by-two, and finally there are ten people left, and the eighty-one large groups are a total of 810 people, and these 810 people are not the final list to participate in the Three Lions.

There is still a round of finals within the martial arts hall, and the strongest ten people will be selected from these 810 people, and this is the person who will finally represent the Izumo martial arts hall in the Three Lions.

After reading the rules, Chen Ling came to the registration window.

The staff at the registration office had an unusually deep impression of Chen Ling, and couldn't help but laugh when they saw his face.

"Chen Ling, didn't you just call you, it's over so quickly?" he said without surprise.

"It's just a primary, and they're all weak guys. Chen Ling muttered to himself and asked, "I have something to ask you, the large group of primaries needs to be duels in pairs, how long does it take for each round to come down?"

"This maybe, some games drag on for a long time, and it will take an hour or two for a round, and the rest will have to wait in line, as fast as you, it will be over in minutes, and in general, it will take about two to three days for a round to come down. Why do you ask this?"

"Let's see if there's any need for me to waste time here. Chen Ling said and walked towards the outside of the martial arts hall.

The staff at the registration office looked at Chen Ling's back in a daze, this kid's arrogance was really unprecedented.

Chen Ling left the martial arts hall of the third group and went straight to the martial arts hall of the first group.

According to Bai Qingquan's meaning, the 9981 large groups of the Izumo Main Hall actually place students according to their qualifications, which means that the 810 people in the first group are definitely the disciples with the best qualifications in the entire main hall, and to select the strongest ten people from these 810 people, their level is probably the highest level of the Izumo Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Ling really wanted to see what kind of level the first group of people were, and how powerful the people were.

Chen Ling soon came to the martial arts hall of the first group.

The size of the Buddo Hall is no different from other Martial Arts Halls, the same size and the same eight small venues, but the name of the first group seems to be known even to ordinary people, and the audience here is obviously much larger than the third group, and the crowding is simply unbearable.

Chen Ling pushed away the crowd and casually found a place to stop and watch.

One of the two people on the field has the strength of a first-order martial artist, and the other is not weak, the strength of a ninth-order martial sect, although the two people are one order apart, but the difference in strength is not obvious.

After watching it for less than a minute, Chen Ling sneered and left the scene.

It's boring to watch two powerful but stupid warriors fight.

I don't know if I kill the other party, I just know that the drill there seems to be a comparison and a comparison, no matter how fierce it is, what's the use, it's just consuming the opponent's aura, and this kind of battle is not interesting at all.

Chen Ling came to another venue.

The competition in this arena was just about to start, one had the strength of an astonishing third-order martial artist, and the other had a much difference in strength, only the level of a sixth-order martial sect.

Chen Ling noticed an interesting phenomenon.

The disciple of the third-order martial venerable seemed to have drunk alcohol, and he couldn't stand on the field steadily, swaying here and there, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

A disciple with a third-order martial venerable, this strength is stronger than many staff members of the main hall, and with this strength to participate in the primary election of the Three Lions Club, he must be going to the real Three Lions Club, but at this time, he was drinking......

This guy is funny.

Chen Ling set his eyes on him.

Soon the game began.

The man on the field was drunk, swaying around and couldn't see that he had the posture to fight, his opponent was different, how could he miss such an opportunity, and attacked with the strongest strength at the beginning of the battle.

The speed was mentioned as the fastest and the strength was the strongest, and the man came to him in the blink of an eye, and quickly made an attack.

At this time, the drunk moved.

He seemed to shake around intentionally or unintentionally, disrupting the opponent's attack position, and then casually gave a punch at the moment when the opponent approached, directly blasting the opponent away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and couldn't get up again.

He didn't stand on the field and wait for the sideline staff to announce the result, he just threw his sword aside and left the venue drunk.

He passed by Chen Ling.

"It's a little interesting, what's your name?" Chen Ling asked at the moment when the two passed shoulders.

"Wu Han, who are you?" he looked at Chen Ling drunkenly.

"Chen Ling, I'm looking forward to fighting you in the internal finals. Chen Ling said.

"Chen Ling?" Wu Han was stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Ling and smiled, "The person who has been very popular recently is he, right? ”

With that, he staggered out of the Budokhall.

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth raised a wicked smile.

After being in charge for so long, this was the first person he was interested in competing.