Luo Shuiyi, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and sighed with interest: "Physical cultivation, or is there any fierce beast bloodline on your body?"

Although Chang Ling had never seen the Bagua Array, he had also heard of this spell.

The Bagua Array unfolds from the feet of the caster, constantly turning, changing its position all the time, and those who are in the formation will face an endless variety of attacks if they can't break the operation of the Bagua Array.

Chang Ling imagined the appearance of the Bagua Diagram in his mind, barely calculating the direction, and the general dodged two fireballs and a few wind blades.

After taking a step, she was suddenly tripped by the raised stone under her feet, and finally stabilized her body, and the thunder light reached her side in an instant.

After taking a solid beat, Chang Ling's image became even more miserable.

This is the Dharma?

Ling Feng's body technique worked, and she recalled the Chixiao Sword and held it tightly in her hand.

The various modules of the gossip map were spinning quickly in her mind.

Dry, due, leave, shock, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun.

Heaven, Ze, Fire, Thunder, Wind, Water, Mountains, Earth.

Open the door, close the door, live the door, hurt the door, Du door, the view door, the death door, the shock door.

............

Under the effect of the formation shrouded in the test table, Chang Ling's movements were a little clumsy.

At the beginning, he was hit a lot, and the strength of the spells in this gossip array was not weak, and Chang Ling was also injured a lot.

As time passed, she seemed to move slowly and awkwardly, but she happened to dodge the successive attacks, dodging all the attacks while constantly moving towards the man standing in the center of the formation.

The words recited by the middle-aged man became faster and faster, and the invisible method was also running rapidly.

Chang Ling was also clumsy and staggering, but he avoided all attacks, and soon, the raised Chixiao Sword was against the man's neck.

The middle-aged man's expression froze, and his face turned pale.

"I, I throw in the towel. ”

Chang Ling motioned for him to go down by himself.

He got up and bowed respectfully to Chang Ling.

"Taught. ”

Chang Ling also replied, fighting with such a cultivator, so that she also gained a lot of actual combat experience, the original simple gossip array drawn in the book, in the actual combat there was such a complex and magnificent change.

After she had finished her salute, she hurriedly sat down and breathed.

I didn't even have time to fix her hair.

A quarter of an hour passed, but Chang Ling received the news that his opponent had abstained.

Standing in front of the middle-aged scribe and the big man was a woman with a hot body.

The woman carried a fiery red bow behind her.

She nodded with Chang Ling from afar, and shouted loudly, "Chang Ling, thank you." ”

Her parents were both Jindan Realm monks, and in order to let her enter the Qingshan Academy, the two guards who had protected her since she was a child were called to join her in a team to participate in the competition.

Her parents have been obsessed with cultivation since she was a child, and these two have always grown up with her.

Seeing them standing on the high stage of martial arts, her heart has been hanging.

She was extremely grateful to Chang Ling, in a continent where the law of the jungle was the creed of most people, she didn't dare to hope that the loser would end up with any good results.

In that case, she remembered the kindness.

Chang Ling has such strength at a young age, and he will not be a simple character in the future, and he can sell personal favors by pushing the boat down the river, which is simply the best of both worlds.

After Luo Shui also announced their abstention, Fu Ning and Gu Siyu hurriedly rushed to the stage and set up Chang Ling one by one.

Because the two of them were not tall on one side, Chang Ling was crooked and extremely uncomfortable.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she said, "That, I'm fine, you don't have to ...... like this"

Fu Ning replied quite unceremoniously: "You see that your voice is a little fragile, and you still dislike us? We haven't disliked you yet, and you don't look at what you look like now! Do you still want to lead the trend of Qingzhou with this hairstyle!"

Chang Ling didn't talk back to her, sighed softly, and let her friends take her back.

Along the way, many people looked at them sideways, and the roots of Fu Ning and Gu Siyu's ears were stained with a little red.

The three of them are extremely outstanding, but walking in Qingzhou on ordinary days will not cause such a 'sensation'.

It should be that she won the competition just now, so she was respected by everyone.

Sure enough, the cultivation realm is still respected by the strong.

Chang Ling's complacency disappeared after she returned to the small courtyard and saw her image by the well.

Yes, Fu Ning had previously talked about her appearance, and the electric current that numbed her whole body on the test table......

Chang Ling's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and she sat on the ground in frustration, thinking about how she would appear next time in a fairy robe to save her image.

A girl of her age should be called a little fairy.

............

The first round of the Qingshan Academy's promotion and re-examination ended quickly, and the hundreds of teams were reduced by half, and those who remained were also wounded.

And the future competition will only be more cruel.

After giving each team three days to recuperate, the matchup information was announced.

According to the previous plan, this time Chang Ling and the others sent Gu Siyu to fight.

It seems that there are a few more people watching the competition than last time, and there are indeed a lot fewer participants waiting under the competition table.

Chang Ling also hung her arms up decently, and applied some colorful ointment to her face, matching her already pale face, this is obviously a person who has suffered a lot of injuries and lost most of his combat strength.

This time they will play in the first round.

Gu Siyu stood tall and jade, with a beautiful face, standing on the test platform, causing a burst of female cultivators' screams.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a barrier on the stage, Chang Ling suspected that these people would throw some flowers and fruits up like mortal women.

His opponent was a slender young man, wrapped in a black bodysuit, his face obscured by most of it, and the pair of eyes that remained outside were sharp and tight.

In his hand he held a dagger that was also pitch black, glowing with a cold light.

As Luo Shui also announced the start of the competition, the man in black changed instantly.

He should be a monk who specializes in speed.

Strictly speaking, speed and physical strength and so on belong to the number of physical cultivation paths, but most people can only be proficient in one, after all, the difficulty of a huge body to be fast is undoubtedly doubled.

Monks who are skilled in speed often play the role of assassins, and killing them with one hit is a must-have skill, and the black dagger may have some kind of venom smeared on it.

Gu Siyu obviously understood this, and as soon as the man in black moved, he took out a few small flags from his arms.