The golden lion looked at his hands in disbelief, he actually lost!

weishenme, haven't you already been promoted to level seven?

The golden lion's eyes were confused and empty, looking at his palm blankly, weishenme's own liliang became stronger, and his fighting spirit was even improved to level seven, but he was still no match for Xia Ming, who was a sixth-level high-level person?

Is this weishenme?

Not only the Golden Lion, but even the people on the side of the Warrior Academy were collectively dumbfounded, and they all looked at Xia Ming in a daze, not understanding what was going on at all.

"This, this is impossible, level seven versus level six, that's an absolute gap, how could this Xia Ming win against the Golden Lion!" The person from the Warrior Academy muttered to himself.

"That's an exaggeration. ”

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. "Some shook their heads, some sighed, some couldn't believe it.

But facts are facts.

The terrifying Xia Ming, the strength of the golden lion finally became Xia Ming's stepping stone, even the seventh-level golden lion could not stop Xia Ming, he won a seat in the top eight in one fell swoop, Xia Ming's supporters and the people of the magic academy suddenly roared, venting the excitement in their hearts.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it, Xia Ming advanced to the quarterfinals and became the first place in the first war zone!" Lan Ning shouted holding the sound transmission crystal high.

Then came the heaven of rejoicing.

Only the golden lion still stared at his hands in a daze, confused and sluggish. Gradually, there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes: "Is this weishenme?" The golden lion's voice was hoarse and trilling, and he asked Xia Ming.

"You're too superstitious about your liliang. Xia Ming said.

At this point, he was also awakened by Anthony and found that although rank is important, it is not everything. Strength is definitely more than just a single level increase.

The Golden Lion was very unbearable at this point, although it had the strength of the seventh level. But there is no control over its strength at all, Liliang is superficial, in fact, the real strength is not much different from the sixth-level high level, it is nothing more than that Liliang is a little stronger.

Xia Ming, who had initially mastered compound magic, already had enough capital to fight with a seventh-level powerhouse, not to mention a half-hung person like the Golden Lion who had just been promoted. It's not uncommon for him to lose.

The golden lion still didn't understand, and looked at Xia Ming blankly, his eyes were blank and lifeless.

Xia Ming showed absolute control in this battle, giving the golden lion a great blow, his confidence was completely destroyed by Xia Ming, if he still didn't realize what he was wrong, it was very likely that a genius would fall.

Failure is not terrible, and even the courage and confidence to get up after failure are lost. That's scary!

No one can help with this kind of thing.

"What a little monster, not only proficient in summoning magic, but also preliminarily mastered compound magic, as well as terrifying magic mutation......s," the old magician in the main stand exclaimed, "I really don't know where this little guy came from, Rogge, your academy has produced another genius who is not inferior to Arthur back then." ”

"Ahem. Rogge coughed a few times to hide the smile on his face and stroked his beard. A look of course: "Of course, the students of our Cangyan Academy have always been the top four colleges. How's that, old man, that disciple of yours doesn't seem to be in the quarterfinals......

Rogge joins in the fight with Anthony.

Unexpectedly, Anthony, who should have been so angry that he blew his beard and stared, was full of smiles on his face at this time, and all the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes appeared. It was as if a flower had bloomed on his face, and even Bluebeard next to him was smiling.

Everyone felt inexplicable.

Rogma had a premonition of unhappiness: "Old fellow, should you ......?"

"Haha, old stubborn, you guessed it! Xia Ming is my student. My own disciple!" Anthony did not have the bearing of a powerful magician, but was very keen to fight with Roh.

Anthony didn't have a bit of a low-key consciousness, rubbed his hands, and smiled triumphantly. Although he had almost never taught Xia Ming by hand, the old mage did not have the slightest sense of modesty, and that gesture seemed to be saying that Xia Ming's current achievements were all great.

"Is he really your disciple?" Rogge was a little incredulous, and the Medicine King who was also present was even more suspicious, both of them had experienced the Pharmacy Conference, and deeply understood that this young genius in pharmacy was even more mysterious than the Medicine King in some aspects.

But Anthony has never been proficient in pharmacy, but alchemy is indeed the best in the continent.

"Of course, it's like a fake!" Anthony said excitedly, eager to jump up loudly and announce to everyone that Xia Ming was his disciple.

Rogge looked at Anthony's excited expression with a smile and a smile, and he also knew that his old friend's character was like this, an old naughty boy, who loved it more seriously.

"It seems that this kid's potion teacher has someone else, but he must have learned from Anthony in terms of magic. Rogge thought to himself.

When everyone looked at Xia Ming, there was a hint of abruptness in their eyes, it turned out to be Anthony's disciple, no wonder he was so strong. You must know that Anthony is also famous in the mainland magic shijie, and he is definitely a pivotal figure. Xia Ming is his disciple, so this kid is so demonic, so it makes them balance it a little.

How did they know that Anthony would at most give Xia Ming a little bit when he encountered a bottleneck, and the rest basically didn't teach Xia Ming much.

Looking at the surprised and stunned expressions of the magicians, Anthony was pleased with the results of his answer, and smiled mischievously.

"At this point, all the top eight finalists of this Demon Martial Arts Conference have been born!" Lan Ning held the sound transmission crystal in his hand and shouted vigorously: "I now announce the top eight finalists of this Demon Martial Arts Conference!"

Hearing Lan Ning's words, the audience was silent, and everyone stared directly at the huge mirror crystal in the center one by one.

Above the mirror crystal, a string of characters emerged, on which was written the list of the top eight.

First War Zone: Xia Ming.

Second War Zone: 'Berserker' Arthur.

War Zone 3: 'Mad 'Kidd'.

Fourth War Zone: Moffett, Master of the Earth.

Fifth War Zone: Ferro.

Sixth War Zone: Gasol.

Seventh War Zone: Tonga.

Eighth War Zone: Su Weiwei.

Xia Ming also saw the list and ranking of the entire top eight, among these people, Arthur, Moffett, Kidd, Tanger, and Su Weiwei were all familiar to him, Kidd was the fourth place in the last Demon Martial Arts Conference, and the ranking was still close behind Moffett, which should not be underestimated.

As for Ferro and Gasol, Xia Ming had never heard of these two people, and he had never heard of their names in the last Demon Martial Arts Conference, and they were all characters who only appeared this year.

As for Goethe and Roga, who were more famous last year, none of them were on the list this year, which shows the cruelty of this year.

Xia Ming and Su Weiwei stood side by side at this time, and Tang Ge stood pitifully to the side. Xia Ming had to sigh, Tang Ge's shit luck was really good, there were almost no strong people in the seventh district, and Tang Ge didn't have much effort to get the ticket to the top eight.

"I know Ferro and Gasol, their strength is not very good, that is, the level of the middle stage of the sixth level, getting the first place in these two war zones is a bit reluctant and lucky, especially that Ferro, if I meet me, I am very sure to kill him!" Tang Ge smiled, as if he was looking forward to another explosion of character.

Xia Ming and Su Weiwei didn't care, they were just praying that they wouldn't meet each other, with the strength of the two of them, they both had the hope of competing for the top three of the Demon Martial Arts Conference and getting the precious opportunity of the Holy Council.

"Next is the lottery for the top eight to enter the top four!" Lan Ning pressed the mirror crystal, and the projection on the crystal was immediately turned off, and he said with a smile: "Please come to the stage and come to draw number plates!"

It's another draw, Xia Ming has a little headache, it seems that his luck has never been very good. Accompanied by Tang Ge's strange laughter and Su Weiwei, Xia Ming came to the lottery table with some helplessness.

Arthur, Moffett...... All of them took the stage one by one, and they all stood on the stage, causing different shouts from their supporters.

"Let's draw lots, little brother Xia Ming!" Lan Ning squeezed his eyes at Xia Ming.

Xia Ming didn't bother to pay attention to this old pervert, took a deep breath, and put his hand into the lottery box...... (To be continued......)