On the first day of the competition, on the side of the Open Pulse Realm, a total of ten competitions were held, and when night fell, each disciple went back to rest with their own thoughts.

After watching the day's competition, the nervousness in Chang Ling's heart continued to intensify and spread all over his body.

She clearly realized her own shortcomings, this day, whether it was the erudite Yuanhua Sect disciple or the ruthless Nine Yin Sect disciple, she was extremely impressed, she didn't feel that she could win any of them.

Thinking of tomorrow's competition, the young Chang Ling fell into the predicament of insomnia for the first time.

She couldn't lie down in bed, so she simply pushed open the door and wanted to go to the yard for a walk, but found that the yard was very lively in the middle of the night.

It seems that everyone is sad about Mochizuki, and they are still pretending that they can't see others, and others can't see him.

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The next day's martial arts arena was still full of people, and the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth competitions finally announced the results.

Chang Ling slowly walked onto the test table.

On the other side, a young man in a black robe jumped onto the test table at once.

When the whistle sounded, Chang Ling was about to greet the other party, and when he reported his name, the black-clothed young man opposite moved.

Chang Ling's pupils shrank, and he staggered to avoid the young man's attack.

A smile opened at the corner of the young man's mouth, and he sighed softly, "Na, you're quite alert." ”

While saying that his movements did not stop, if it weren't for Chang Ling's hard practice today, under the dense and fast attack of this young man, I am afraid that he would have fallen long ago.

It was not a way to dodge it in a vague way, feeling the consumption of physical energy, Chang Ling's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

She tried to attack the boy, but the boy's body was so good that she couldn't even touch the corner of the boy's robe.

The situation was stalemate all of a sudden, but no matter how you look at it, Yin Che is more relaxed, Chang Ling's every attack is extremely clumsy, without the rules and shadows of martial arts, as for dodging Yin Che's attack, it is even more thrilling.

Each time, it seemed that the clear fist was less than a finger away from her body.

Yin Qing's complexion gradually became ugly, the martial arts he practiced focused on explosive power, and only extremely fast dodging and attacks could allow him to survive in the Nine Yin Sect and stand in this competition arena.

He has met too many opponents, stronger than him, weaker than him, but all of them died at his hands without exception.

It's been a long time since I've met a tricky opponent like Chang Ling, and as time passed, Yin Che's movements became more and more urgent.

Each time he attacked, he was only a little close...... He could almost break the fragile neck of the girl in front of him, and almost soaked his palm with blood.

Yin Che's physical energy consumption was undoubtedly several times that of Chang Ling, and he reacted after a few rounds of attacks, instead standing in place and looking at Chang Ling fixedly, signaling that it was time for her to make a move.

Chang Ling stood still panting, still hesitating to step forward for a while.

She was quite good at dodging attacks, but she was still a little apprehensive when she rushed up to take the initiative to attack.

The body technique 'Ling Feng' is almost practiced, but she has not practiced the offensive martial arts moves, so she still rushes forward with her fists?

Time waits for no one, and before Chang Ling can think about it, her body has already rushed forward.

'Ling Feng' body technique worked to the extreme, and she felt that the wind around her was all around her, and she let out a cry of pleasure.