Chapter XI
Two days have passed, and another fierce battle will follow.
Wang Zhao stood tall in the ring again, the eight-year-old she had not yet taken off her immature appearance, but standing there gave people a feeling of tenacity and unyielding, and her style and bones were still the same.
Wang Zhao's father and mother came from a real family, but they did not have the tenacious and fearless character of pine and cypress. And Wang Zhao, an otherworldly soul born with mud legs, has it. Therefore, sometimes the real wind bones have little to do with the family rank.
Wang Zhao's outstanding performance in the past two days has successfully captured a wave of people. She heard the whispers of the people below, saying that although Wang Zhao was young, his sword power was superior and unfathomable.
Everyone saw that Wang Zhao's strength was rising, and he was very terrifying, so he didn't dare to easily come to the stage to challenge Wang Zhao.
This free time is free for an afternoon. Wang Zhao looked at the fierce appearance of the ring in the distance, and secretly hated that he didn't bring some melon seeds and fruits today. Watching a play, after all, not eating some fruit or something is disrespectful to the person who enters the play?
Wang Zhao passed a few days in this way, where Wang Huahua had been defeated by a high-level cultivator, Li Chao had also been defeated by a person who had already practiced qi at the twelfth level, and Zhao Lei and Shao Zhuang had also suffered a lot of injuries.
Wang Zhaogao stood on the stage, concentrating on calming down. At this time, a person came to the stage. The person who came was an elderly monk, his hair was already gray, he was already a monk at the twelfth level of Qi cultivation, the limit was imminent, and this secret realm was his only chance.
Others are worried that Wang Zhao's strength is immeasurable. But Li Qing didn't care, how powerful could a seventh-level Qi cultivator be?
Li Qing clasped his fists and saluted: "Under Li Qing." ”
Wang Zhao returned the salute, she knew that the motivation to survive close to the limit and the strength of the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation would definitely be a fierce opponent this time. Therefore, she also cheered up her spirits.
Li Qing made the first move, he was in a hurry, and his moves were extremely powerful and full of murderous intent.
Wang Zhao was also not afraid, facing the sword straight up, covering the left and the right, and he did not fall behind for a while.
Although Wang Zhao is young, he has an extraordinary talent for swords, and the random change of sword speed is not lost to the advanced level of qi training.
Li Qing suddenly summoned the fire, and the fire circled around, surrounding Wang Zhao, and the fire approached her step by step.
However, Wang Zhao's top-grade water balloon talisman had been used up when dealing with Qi Lian, and she could only use the water balloon technique, but the ordinary water polo technique could not repel the fire circle at all.
This Li Qing's fire must be a bit of a disaster.
Wang Zhao suddenly remembered that she had heard someone say, what is the Tao? The Tao is all things, and all things can be the Tao or not.
That is to say, as long as the heart yearns for it, it is firmly that all things are the way. Can you break the fire that is one of all things with a trick of breaking the path?
So, Wang Zhao made another move to break the way.
In an instant, the flames splashed everywhere, and in an instant, the flames receded! Wang Zhao also launched a deadly attack on Li Qing with his sword in hand.
For a while, Wang Zhao's sword was sharp, and the aura overflowed, and everywhere the sword reached was the chill of the ice aura overflowing.
Li Qing saw that although Wang Zhao was young, he was pressing step by step without any flaws, and he also deeply regretted it.
He was really anxious, he gathered the spiritual power of his whole body and cast it into one.
He shouted loudly: "Jin Lin!" The overwhelming golden aura gathered this style, and the sword peak hit Wang Zhao's body, and Wang Zhao spit out a mouthful of dark blood.
Wang Zhao was hit hard, her steps were vain, and she moved towards the ring uncontrollably, she hurriedly drew her sword and inserted it into the ring, borrowing the power of the ring, she was able to stand still.
She poured out the Rejuvenation Pill from her bosom and swallowed three pills. And Li Qing also ran out of strength and sat down on the ground.
Wang Zhaoqiang held up his strength and hit a frost net, knocking Li Qing out of the ring.
Wang Zhao's eyes were already dizzy and he couldn't see anything, but he stood with his sword in his hand.
Now, any monk who comes up may be able to defeat Wang Zhao. Wang Zhao could only bluff and pretend that he was in good shape.
Everyone saw that Wang Zhao had defeated Li Qing, who was killed like a madman, and they didn't dare to challenge Wang Zhao easily.
At the same time, after a fierce battle in Shaozhuang, Zhao Lei also obtained the qualification to go to the secret realm.
All the victorious monks began to practice intensively, preparing for the trip to the secret realm in ten days.