Liang Chao's aura was injected into the long sword, and with the slight fluctuation of the air, it stabbed towards Ling Miao.

The momentum is obviously stronger than the previous Lu Peiyuan, who was knocked away without even making a move.

But in the next second, the defensive enchantment was smashed silkily, and the little girl's sandbag-sized fist landed on Liang Chao's face.

"What......"

Within the Whirlwind Sect, a Fu Cultivation disciple who came to watch the battle unconsciously widened his eyes and couldn't say a word.

His defensive talisman was broken so easily?

Lin Xia glanced at him, and a hint of understanding and disdain flashed in his eyes.

Joke, this kid could easily break his defensive talisman with one punch a year ago, not to mention the defensive talisman that Liang Chao picked up, the quality is average, it looks like it was temporarily drawn, and it is strange that it can hold up.

Before the fragments of the enchantment could dissipate, Liang Chao had already been blasted out by Ling Miao's punch.

This time, Ling Miao controlled the force, and Liang Chao was only smashed into the wall of the audience, but did not smash through the wall.

Deacon: "Yuehuazong, Ling Miao wins." ”

In the audience, everyone looked at the expression of the little girl in the ring and began to become weird.

There is no longer the mood to watch jokes, but instead of fear and anxiety.

"Twice...... It's all a punch? ”

"Ahhh I kind of understand why I want to escort her. ”

"How can I say it, although her spiritual root is very poor, she can't stand her strong combat power. I felt like she was invincible in the warm-up. ”

"Can her genius sister fight against one? Looking forward to the result of Ling Yu fighting her tomorrow! ”

"But I just don't know which will come first, tomorrow or bad news."

What if we are drawn?

"Such a cute little Lori, if you punch me, I'll cry for a long time."

"Ah, that deacon is drawing lots again, it's terrible, don't draw me, don't draw me!"

The competition in the group that Ling Miao was in had started much later than the other groups, and the deacon quickly announced the child's new opponent.

This time, the disciple came to the stage tremblingly, and a few seconds later he was successfully knocked out in an arc, smashed into the wall outside the auditorium, and then slowly fell like a piece of paper, and there was no movement.

Ling Miao stood on the stage in a daze.

She has been trying hard to control her strength, why did she still faint, is Xiao Zhuji so unresistant now?

She remembered that when she beat Bai Jing before, she fainted without a punch!

In the audience, Bai Jing sensed Ling Miao's strange glance at him, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly, he could probably guess what this kid was thinking.

Since that fight, he has redoubled his efforts to cultivate since he went back, and now his cultivation has entered the Golden Pill.

Originally, he thought that in this sect competition, he would definitely be ashamed and give this dead ghost a little color, but now it seems that he only feels a little weak-hearted, if he bumps into it in the future, relying on the realm to suppress, he doesn't know how much advantage he can take.

The warm-up match on Ling Miao's side continued.

At this time, there was silence under the ring, and as soon as the deacon moved, all the participating disciples present began to be worried, secretly praying not to draw themselves.

Throughout the afternoon, the lucky ones who were drawn to the stage were faced with the situation that as long as they didn't have time to admit defeat, they would be beaten up, and some of them would admit defeat and run fast enough, and they also had to take the risk of being kicked by children who couldn't control their momentum.

There are nearly 30 large and small martial arts platforms on Stargazing Peak, but the audience gradually began to flock to the auditorium of a strange martial arts platform that was constantly flying out at a very fast speed.

In the end, the lucky ones who had not been called were willing to go on stage.

It's basically a long distance away from the stage, shouting that he quits the game, and then disappears quickly.

Ling Miao finally understood what Lin Qiancheng gave her the little bench for.

In the second half, the little girl basically sat on the stage without moving, most of the opponents would automatically admit defeat, and a small number of strong seeds wanted to personally understand her strength, so she just used them to practice controlling strength.

After the warm-up game on the second day.

The sponsorship was fenced up again.

The group of people who surrounded the organizers was similar to the composition of those who came in the morning, but the demands were very different.

After the various sects united and asked Ling Miao to participate in the competition on the grounds of fairness.

Less than a day.

The various sects united again, and on the grounds of the physical and mental health of the disciples of each sect, they demanded that Ling Miao be directly escorted into the individual competition.

One afternoon made people panic, and the momentum of their disciples was worn out a lot.

Anyway, Ling Miao, this little ghost, their disciples who refine qi and build a foundation can't beat it, let her compare it normally, not to mention the physical and mental damage to their disciples, and also occupy a promotion place for nothing.

They really shouldn't have questioned the decision of the sect alliance.

The top priority is to send this great god away as soon as possible!

So the third day of the warm-up game.

Ling Miao, once again had a bye.

Ling Miao looked at the lottery results that Duan Yunzhou brought back for her, and fell into deep thought again.

"What, isn't the persecution against me over yet? How come I have a bye again! Didn't they go to make trouble today? ”

Xuan Yan's eyes were full of schadenfreude.

"How is it against you? It's obviously to prevent you from persecuting others. ”

His fan of gold dust shook and flew.

"There was already another round of trouble yesterday evening, and I sent you back to the escort seat again."

"I can't!"

Ling Miao ran out on her short legs, her mouth full of righteous indignation and scolding.

"No! I've got to check it out! They can make trouble, I can make trouble too, really, how can there be a reason to say that if you don't let people compete, you won't let people compete! ”

“？”

Duan Yunzhou's head was full of black lines, and seeing that the little junior sister was going to trouble again, he reflexively prepared to stop it.

But before the child could run far, he was caught by the oncoming Qingyun.

Qingyun grabbed Ling Miao's back collar and lifted the little girl up.

"Where are you going?"

Ling Miao tilted her head to look at him, "Second Master, I'm about to go to host there to make trouble." ”

“？”

Qingyun was stunned, how could anyone talk about the trouble so reasonably, no wonder Cangwu asked him to come and see it this morning, and almost had an accident.

Speechlessly, he carried the child and paced in the direction of his sunset peak.

"What's the matter, follow the teacher back to swing the sword, and after being locked up in the forbidden place for two days, did you have the time to practice swinging the sword?"

Ling Miao was carried away with a sad face.

The child struggles, "Let go of me!" I'm going to do bold things! ”

The group of people who hosted it were unreasonable! She can't stand this kind of grievance!

Qingyun said impatiently: "What do you twist, if you move again, I'll beat you up in person!" ”

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Zongmen Dabi Plate: The five disciples newly accepted by Huazong in that month seem to be okay.