Chapter 150: The first round of competition
The fist fell, and the remnant wind hunted.
The tall and strong body froze in place, maintaining an attacking posture, motionless.
Time stood still for a moment.
Everyone's eyes widened, and they subconsciously searched for another person.
What about the Chunjun people?!
Lin Qi's gaze fell on Gao Zhuang's physique.
Chunjun's posture is calm, and the hem of his clothes flutters in the wind, as if he has never moved.
Silently put the silver needle on his fingertip into the palm of his hand.
For a moment, everyone was amazed.
When did Chunjun move? Why did he suddenly get behind the other party?!
The referee monk was already holding the roster and shouting without raising his head: "This battle elixir Gu Chunjun wins!" β
For a moment, there was a commotion.
"What? What just happened? How did it end? β
"yes, why didn't this tall man suddenly stop?"
Xu Ying, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, saw it clearly.
A silver needle flew out between Chunjun's raised hands, and with a flash of coldness, it pierced directly into the back of the body's neck.
Xu Ying thought of that speed, her whole body stiffened, and she was afraid for a while.
She asked Lin Qi: "Sister Xiaoqi, what do you say...... Can I win him? β
Lin Qi's tone was calm, "You can't win." β
Xu Ying sighed, and her mood suddenly became much heavier.
The competition has just begun, and there are already so many powerful people, can she really stand out from thousands of people and rush into the top 100?
Lin Qi didn't want to hit her little friend's confidence, she whispered: "This person hides his cultivation." His true cultivation was by no means only the sixth order of qi refining, but at least the eighth order. β
Xu Ying is only at the sixth order of Qi refining now, and her cultivation is too different, and there is no comparison at all.
"Really?!" Xu Ying asked in surprise.
Lin Qi asked her rhetorically, "What did I do to lie to you?" β
"The fact that he was able to win so quickly just now is not just because of his cultivation.
He is a medical practitioner who knows the weakness of the body's acupuncture points best. The physical cultivation on the opposite side has not yet been cultivated in place, he should have seen the opponent's weakness at a glance, and he can win with one move with speed and cultivation. β
Probably because the gap in cultivation was too big, Xu Ying suddenly stopped worrying, she was worried about Lin Qi instead, "Then can you beat him?" β
"I don't know."
"What? He's so powerful?! β
Although Xu Ying's idol is Tan Yueqing, she has known each other for more than half a year, and she vaguely knows that Lin Qi's strength is higher than Tan Yueqing's.
If even Lin Qi can't beat him, then wouldn't this person named Chunjun be able to compete for the top three?
Lin Qi shook his head with a smile, "It's not what you think." He only made one move just now, and even if I have the ability to predict the future, I can't figure out what his strength is. β
Xu Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good!" That's good!"
After five rounds, a new group of people went up to sign up.
Lin Qi looked at the cultivation of the person on stage, pushed Xu Ying, and motioned her to hurry up.
On the whole, the cultivation of this group of people is not high, except for a Chunjun whose strength is unknown.
Xu Ying went up and played normally, and should be able to enter the third round smoothly.
If you want to be in the top 100, you can't have an accident in the first three rounds.
Lin Qi still believes in Xu Ying's strength.
She also took advantage of this opportunity to quietly move to Ring 07 to register.
There were quite a few people in the rings in the first few rings, and each ring was full of people.
Lin Qi had just finished registering and was placed in the ninth group.
She was not in a hurry or panic, and watched others fight first.
After watching it for about half an hour, I had some count of this round of disciple cultivation in my heart.
"The ninth group, Lin Qi of Zonglei Peak vs. Fu Siyuan of Xuanji Peak!"
Thanks to the blessing of the Heroes, as soon as Lin Qi's name came out, he attracted all the disciples who were watching the battle around.
When they saw Lin Qi's height and face, they were all silent for a while.
"I heard that this Senior Sister Lin's strength is even stronger than Senior Sister Tan of Ice Peak...... Is it true? β
"It must be a rumor!"
"When she climbed the immortal ladder, Senior Sister Tan rode the dust, and when she reached the peak, the sect master praised her extraordinary talent, and she was the first person among the new disciples of Tianyi Sect!"
"But I heard that this Senior Sister Lin had already cultivated the eighth order of qi cultivation twenty days ago, and Senior Sister Tan had only reached the seventh order of qi refining at that time, and now I don't know if to break through or not?"
"What about cultivating high? If you have Yuanying Zhenjun as your master, your cultivation resources are sufficient, and you can nibble on the pill as a jelly bean, let alone the eighth order of qi refining, I am afraid that it will be easy to build a foundation. β
"That's right. I also think Senior Sister Tan is even more powerful, this Senior Sister Lin ...... Let's look at it, but don't be in vain. β
There was a lot of discussion among the people below, but Lin Qi listened to it in his ears and didn't take it to heart.
She lifted her eyes and focused on her opponent.
When Fu Siyuan saw Lin Qi, he saluted respectfully and said, "I still show mercy to Senior Sister Lin." β
Lin Qi returned the salute: "I have heard that Xuanji Peak is good at calculating for a long time, and today is just the right time to see and understand." β
Fu Siyuan smiled bitterly.
As the referee's voice fell, the competition began.
Lin Qi didn't plan to make some fancy moves, he raised his hand and pinched the trick, and the flying snow technique was instantaneous!
The wind howled, the snow fluttered, and the sky covered the ring in an instant.
The spellcasting action is fast, and the spells are perfect...... That is, the four ornamental spells that have no attack power at all in the Flying Snow Technique.
Is it appropriate to use it at this time?
This doubt popped up in everyone's minds.
Fu Siyuan, who was standing opposite Lin Qi, was concentrating and waiting.
An unprecedented sense of danger came over the face.
In the next moment, Lin Qi's figure disappeared into the snow.
The thunderbolt technique was cast, shuttling between the flying snow, and his body flashed like thunder and lightning.
Lin Qi raised his hand and waved, and dozens of ice arrows fell from the sky, approaching Fu Siyuan's faΓ§ade.
It's so fast!
As soon as Fu Siyuan wanted to cast a spell, the cold air of the ice arrow had already pierced into his facial skin.
He had no choice but to move and draw his sword.
Bang Bang Bang!
The force and speed of the ice arrow were far beyond his imagination.
Fu Siyuan held a peachwood sword in his hand, and his body was flexible to split dozens of ice arrows.
It seemed to be a proper response, but in fact, his wrist was already a little faintly painful.
Before he could catch his breath, thunderclouds were dense overhead, lightning shuttled, and a sense of oppression hit him.
"What kind of spell is this? The power is so terrifying?! An idea just crossed his mind.
A light purple thunderbolt shuttled and fell like a spiritual snake.
Thunder and lightning flashed, and the aura of destruction was hidden.
The peachwood sword in Fu Siyuan's hand flipped over, pinched the trick with both hands, and finally succeeded in erecting the Qingfeng enchantment when the small thunder descending technique fell.
One thunderbolt after another fell, hitting the enchantment hard, and Fu Siyuan's face showed a little unbearable.
With just two moves, he didn't even have time to see Lin Qi's move, and he was already suppressed without a backhand.
If Lin Qi attacked at this time, he would be completely unable to resist ......
As soon as this thought came to mind, Lin Qi, who had disappeared for a long time, held a wooden sword in his hand, pulled out a sword flower in the air, and brought the snow to fly.
The tip of the sword poked at random, and Lin Qi easily broke through Fu Siyuan's enchantment, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Fu Siyuan's throat.
The competition is over!
The referee monk calmly shouted: "Zong Lei Peak Lin Qi wins!" β
(End of chapter)