Cheng Ling was finally woken up by Xuan Lingzi, he hurriedly jumped into the ring, and smiled apologetically at the presiding elder.

The presiding elder was speechless, I really don't know if this disciple's heart is too big or his brain is short-circuited, and he can be distracted for so long on the playing field, but since Cheng Ling also came up, he said: "The game begins!"

Cheng Ling held the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword was facing downward, and he bowed slightly, and made a sword salute.

His behavior made the presiding elder and Xuan Wuxiang nod their heads secretly, at least the basic etiquette of this kid's martial arts competition is still very good.

Liu Feng sneered and said: "Since you're afraid, then what are you going to do, if you commit suicide again today, no one will care about you, and your master can't afford to lose that person!"

Cheng Ling shook a few swords in the air, and said indifferently: "Today, I won't kill myself, I'm afraid that you will suffer some hardships, and the hatred of the day will be counted together!"

"Hmph, stinky boy, you've got a lot of skills, take my sword moves!"

Liu Feng was furious, took two steps forward directly, and slashed at Cheng Ling with a sword. Cheng Ling's sword weapon was horizontal, and his right hand was swept upward. With a "bell", he blocked his blow. Liu Feng was so shocked that his arm was faintly numb, and secretly said that this kid has a lot of strength.

He made a mistake in his steps, turned the sword weapon in his hand into a thorn, and stabbed straight towards Cheng Ling's front door. Cheng Ling lowered his head, avoided it in a moment, brushed the four swords, and stabbed at the vital point in front of him. Liu Feng hurriedly retreated, dodged the four moves, and shouted in a low voice: "Flowing Fire Sword Technique!"

In an instant, a one-style sword move pressed towards Cheng Ling. Cheng Ling was not flustered, seeing the moves, he fought back a few swords from time to time, which made Liu Feng very uncomfortable, and he always felt that half of the swordsmanship was about to be interrupted, and he had to change his moves.

But as soon as he changed his moves, he felt enveloped by Cheng Ling's swordsmanship, and he could only defend passively. And watching Cheng Ling come and go, he only used some basic swordsmanship, but he completely controlled the rhythm of the battle in his hands.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes let him go to the left, and after blocking a few swords, he had to dodge to the right. is like a marionette, moving with Cheng Ling's heart.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Liu Feng's body was scratched in many places. But Cheng Ling's hand was very light, so that Liu Feng would not feel very painful, but he was annoyed in his heart, and he added scars to his body from time to time.

His actions were not visible to the disciples who participated in the competition, but the sect master and the four hall masters who were watching the battle could see it clearly. Chen Hai snorted coldly and said, "What a vicious boy, do you want Liu Feng to die of blood?"

Xuan Lingzi didn't move at all, as if he hadn't heard it. Song Hanyu said coldly: "Your skills are not as good as others, you can admit defeat, you are holding on to the death, do you want the other party to admit defeat?"

Chen Hai was stunned and speechless, but looking at Cheng Ling's eyes, he was even more resentful.

After fighting for a while, Cheng Ling saw that Liu Feng was already covered in blood, and he couldn't bear to hurt him anymore, and the interest was about the same. As soon as the sword technique in his hand changed, he put the sword weapon under Liu Feng's neck in a few moves.

When the presiding elder saw it, he announced: "Cheng Ling wins, the next game begins!"

Liu Feng's eyes were full of hatred, but he was helpless, his body was drenched in blood, and Cheng Ling could be regarded as merciful, otherwise it would be easy to cut off his muscles and veins and make him a waste.

He walked out of the ring in a dejected manner, and said hatefully: "Cheng Ling, don't be complacent, I will let you pay back this account one day!"

Cheng Ling sighed secretly, it seems that he is still too soft-hearted, such a person should not show mercy at all. But he also knows that his concept is very different from that of people in this world, and he really can't do it if he does it to abolish others.

The next game continued, and Song Yingjie and Chen Lei also won. By the end of this round, Cheng Ling could also see that the strength of several disciples was indeed strong.

The first one is the disciple named Cheng Batong, just look at this surname and know that it comes from the Shutang, there are many disciples in the Shutang, and there are three in the top eleven now, namely Cheng Hao, Cheng Zhong, and Cheng Zhenghong.

Jiantang is also good here, Chen Lei, Chen Mo, Chen Xiao, among which Chen Mo's cultivation and swordsmanship are the highest.

Wutang is also three people, Song Yingjie, Zhu Ran, Xia Shiren, when they think of these two names, Cheng Ling's stomach twitched again......!

The rest is Cheng Ling, the array hall is mainly based on the formation path after all, and there is less time to put on cultivation, and in this round, only Cheng Ling entered the eleven disciples.

At this time, there will be another bye in the later duel. The three disciples of the Sword Hall kept praying, and the Shutang also stared at the presiding elder.

The presiding elder was full of red faces, this kind of high-profile moment, it was really cool! He kept touching the lottery holder, but he didn't show the results. In the back, all the first sons were impatient, and even the sect master snorted coldly.

He grabbed a slip, opened it and said loudly: "The next round of bye disciples, No. 9 Cheng Ling!"

Everyone was in an uproar, Cheng Ling's luck was too good! He could be drawn with two byes, could he be the brother-in-law of the presiding elder? I haven't heard that he has a sister!

Cheng Ling was also speechless, he still wanted to fight with the disciples of the Shutang, he would only have a few spells, and he saw the disciples of the Shutang shoot in front, and all the spells were bombarded indiscriminately, and the other party had no power to fight back, and he didn't know if he could go up.

Xuan Lingzi smiled slightly, he felt that this disciple was getting more and more interesting. Don't underestimate such a trivial matter, for those who cultivate the Tao, this is actually a kind of "potential".

Your luck has always been so good, and over time, a kind of inertia will form, and the chances of obtaining treasures will increase greatly in the future of your monastic career.

Think about the first draw is forty-three to one, the second time is eleven to one, although the probability is low, but it is still difficult, the presiding elder will not do anything in such a trivial matter, plus it is two times in a row, then this luck is not ordinary.

Everyone had different thoughts, and the presiding elder couldn't control so much, so he directly announced: "In the first game, Cheng Batong vs. Chen Xiao, the game begins!"

The two jumped into the ring one after another, and they didn't talk nonsense, and they fought directly. Cheng Ling looked at it seriously, the Cheng Batong spell was very skillful, his hands did not stop, and one by one fireballs, ice blades, and ice picks kept blasting towards Chen Xiao from his hands.

Chen Xiao dodged and wanted to get close to the other party, but Cheng Batong's spells were endless, as if there was endless spiritual power in his body. He couldn't get close at all, and he was hit by spells several times on his body, and he lasted for half a quarter of an hour, hitting more times, and was seriously injured, so he could only admit defeat.

The disciples of the Sword Hall and the Martial Hall both frowned, this kind of fighting style is really tricky, they can only rely on their own body skills and shooting speed to approach each other in an instant, as long as they are close, the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall will fall behind again!

The second scene continued, Jian Tang Chen Lei against Shu Tang Cheng Zhong. On the viewing seat, Chen Hai and Cheng Yuan both frowned, this luck is too bad, they are all infighting among the disciples of the Sword Hall and the Shutang, and the cheap one can only be the Martial Hall.

Chen Lei's cultivation and swordsmanship are still good, as soon as the elder announced the start, he hurriedly approached Cheng Zhong, and stabbed at Cheng Zhong's arm with the sword weapon in his hand, wanting him to have no time to cast spells at all.

Cheng Zhong also knew that if he fought hand-to-hand combat, he would never be able to take advantage, so he hurriedly retreated, wanting to distance himself. But where did Chen Lei let him leave, he pressed all the way, and the two of them were scurrying around in the ring.

Cheng Zhong suffered from the limited space in the ring, and it didn't take long for him to be forced into a corner by Chen Lei. Chen Lei used his swordsmanship and laid a layer of fine sword shadows in front of him, never letting Cheng Zhong leave the corner.

In desperation, Cheng Zhong could only cast defensive spells, but Chen Lei had a sword weapon in his hand, he was flesh and blood, and in less than a while, he stabbed several swords in a row, so he had to admit defeat.

Chen Lei also breathed a sigh of relief, this battle was really hard to win, and he did not relax at all, and he had already used his swordsmanship and body skills to the limit.

In the third game, Cheng Hao vs. Song Yingjie. Song Yingjie wanted to use Chen Lei's method to deal with Cheng Hao, but Cheng Hao had already taken precautions and distanced himself from the beginning. The two fought hard for two quarters of an hour, and finally Cheng Hao's spiritual power was exhausted, and he had no choice but to admit defeat.

In the fourth scene, Chen Mo vs. Xia Shiren. Chen Mo's cultivation and swordsmanship should be the strongest in Cheng Ling's eyes, and Xia Shiren insisted on a tea time before he was defeated.

In the fifth scene, Cheng Zhenghong vs. Zhu Ran. Cheng Zhenghong's spells are much more powerful than those of the others. He didn't care at all that Zhu Ran was close at the beginning, he casually blocked two punches and kicks, drew a circle in the void of his right hand, and a red ball of light came to his hand and blasted directly at Zhu Ran.

Zhu Ran was taken aback, he thought that Cheng Zhenghong would definitely find a way to distance himself, and he would not be forced to carry it with him, and he was caught off guard and was bombarded.

The red ball of light hit his chest, and the powerful energy burst open, and he instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Cheng Zhenghong stretched out his right hand, and put two sword fingers under his throat, and there was a layer of white light on his fingers.

Zhu Ran smiled bitterly and said, "I admit defeat!"

Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, this Cheng Zhenghong is not simple, not only is his defense strong, but even his attack method is different from ordinary spells, and in the previous few games, he must have hidden his strength.

Chen Mo's eyes also flashed a hint of caution, Cheng Zhenghong is a fierce opponent!

Song Yingjie whispered in Cheng Ling's ear: "Cheng Zhenghong is really powerful, I am not sure of defeating him." A magic cultivator, not afraid of melee combat, can also attack from a distance, this is almost invincible. ”

Cheng Ling nodded in agreement, shook his head again and said: "Don't worry, no matter what martial arts, there will be flaws, as long as you can catch his flaws, you can also win!"

By the end of the session, there were only six contestants left.

The presiding elder glanced at them, put his hand into the sign holder, and after a while, he grabbed two signs, opened them, and said, "The first scene, Chen Lei vs. Cheng Ling!"

Chen Lei was overjoyed, laughed, jumped into the ring first, pointed at Cheng Ling and said: "Cheng Ling, you just come up and die!"

Cheng Ling sighed secretly, how can this guy's self-feeling be so good, it's just that, since he must look for abuse, then give him a profound memory!