At noon the next day, Cheng Ling came to the ring on time, and Huang Kunjie was already waiting in the ring.

To be honest, he really didn't want to come. But Cheng Ling has spoken, if he doesn't come, don't mix with the outer door in the future, and be pointed out wherever he goes.

He Pengtao reminded him yesterday that Cheng Ling is not a simple person, and he can turn defeat into victory at the last moment, so he must be careful.

But I haven't fought yet, how do I know Cheng Ling's style. He was indeed worried that he was not Cheng Ling's opponent, but he couldn't resist the pressure in the club. The dignified Iron Sword Society was the fifth of the seven great generals, and he didn't even dare to accept the invitation of the rookie disciple for the decisive battle, and laughed at the big teeth of the entire outer disciple!

Wu Chenlong still set the handicap, but now he doesn't dare to set such high odds. Both sides are similar, both are one to one, but there are still most disciples who bet on Huang Kunjie's victory, and they can also earn some contribution points.

The two stood opposite each other, and they didn't talk nonsense, and as soon as the presiding elder announced, they fought with each other.

The swordsmanship that Cheng Ling made this time was the Dian Xing Swordsmanship, and he had seen it countless times on the Kendo Tower, and the essence of the Dian Xing Swordsmanship had long been in his mind. Draw the gourd in the same way, neither high-profile, nor let people see the flaws.

The two sides fought hundreds of moves, and Huang Kunjie Zhenyuan consumed a lot, and gradually became powerless. Cheng Ling is full of spirit, such a duel is completely incomparable with the Kendo Tower, and with only thirty percent of the strength, it is enough to kill the opponent.

However, he didn't want to win too high-profile, and continued to let Huang Kunjie support a stick of incense, before he forced him to admit defeat with a narrow advantage of the horizontal sword under his neck.

The audience was in an uproar, counting Zhang Shidao, Cheng Ling had already won five people in a row in the Iron Sword Society, and he had won so many contribution points in each game, was he really ready to fight against the entire Iron Sword Club with the strength of one person?

After the presiding elder announced, Cheng Ling received another 50,000 contribution points, he swept his eyes, and said indifferently: "Challenge Zhang Jingming at noon tomorrow and bet 50,000, you know!"

Handsome and domineering! Cheng Ling really didn't say anything, and really decided to take on the Iron Sword Club alone. The audience responded and said in unison: "We will convey it on our behalf!"

Cheng Ling turned around in a dashing manner, leaving a ** back, and left.

Back in the attic of 25,000, Wu Chenlong also brought good news. In this battle, he earned another 100,000 contribution points, and after accumulating, he had 300,000 contribution points. The Danfang that Cheng Ling needs has also been found!

Cheng Ling nodded and said, "Tomorrow, you don't want to open the market anymore, it doesn't hurt to offend an Iron Sword Society, if you offend too many outer disciples, it won't be good." ”

Wu Chenlong agreed with Cheng Ling's opinion, which was for his consideration. At most, Cheng Ling will enter the inner gate, and at that time, he will be left alone in the outer gate, and the people of the Iron Sword Society will definitely suppress it, if he adds those outer disciples, he is afraid that he will not be able to withstand it.

He secretly decided that before Cheng Ling entered the inner gate, he must improve his cultivation as soon as possible, and at least he must have the strength of the top 100.

He took out two jade slips from the ring and said, "Boss, this is the pill of the Dragon Spirit Pill and the Quenching Cream, I can't imagine that the Martial Arts Academy only has these two goods, I really look down on them!"

Cheng Ling waved his hand and said happily: "That's good, I'll cultivate first, and you should also hurry up and cultivate!"

The two stopped talking and practiced in their own attics.

The next day, Cheng Ling defeated Zhang Jingming and won 50,000 contribution points again. Before he left, he released another word, tomorrow at noon, continue to challenge, the target is Chen Jingxi!

Late at night, the Iron Sword Society will be at the main altar. Zhang Jingming, Huang Kunjie, He Pengtao, and Li Junhao drooped their heads and didn't dare to say a word.

Wu Haichao sat in the middle, his anger exploded, and he scolded: "What's going on, what is Cheng Ling's identity, how can he win so much from you."

Contribution points?"

The four of them hung their heads and said nothing, just looking at the ground. It was as if there was a great temptation on the ground waiting for them to explore.

Wu Haichao was even more angry and said, "He Pengtao, you come!" In the end, he still cared about Fu Qingsong, and didn't dare to let Li Junhao tell the reason, so he could only find He Pengtao, who ranked sixth!

He Pengtao's face was bitter, and he told the matter as it was. Nonsense, I lost 50,000 contribution points in vain, who is willing, I don't know the ins and outs, and I definitely don't know the ins and outs.

After speaking, he also glanced at Chen Jingxi and said, "Third brother, now that people have taken a fancy to you, you must be careful!"

Chen Jingxi rolled his eyes, almost turned his back on him, what makes people take a fancy to me, and it's not a kiln to choose powder. Besides, can your combat power be compared to me, as long as I make a move, then Cheng Ling will not obediently send the contribution points?

He turned his head to Wu Haichao and said: "Master, don't worry, since this kid dares to provoke my Iron Sword Society, then give him a profound lesson, from tomorrow, we will take turns to fight, and we will not be afraid of winning back the contribution points!"

Wu Haichao let out a breath, Chen Jingxi's combat power was indeed much higher than He Pengtao. The seven great generals of the Iron Sword Society, the combat power of the top three and the bottom four is not at the same level at all. If it weren't for the numbers, he would have planned to directly call the three great generals.

He turned his head and said to Lu Yihong: "Lu Yihong, the matter was provoked by your younger brother, what do you think of the third child's suggestion!"

Lu Yi Hongsen smiled coldly and said: "Let's follow the method of the third child, but I want to make a move, not only 50,000 contribution points, but at least 150,000, let that kid spit out all the food he eats!"

Everyone's hearts were cold, Lu Yihong could become the head of the seven generals, not only by his combat strength, but also by his ruthless personality, as long as he fought against him, he would lose half his life if he didn't die. If it weren't for the academy's regulations, they would all be able to believe that those challengers would be buried in the soil now.

Wu Haichao finally made up his mind and said: "Let's do it, Chen Jingxi will take action tomorrow, and let those outer disciples know that our Iron Sword Society is definitely not easy to mess with!"

The decisive battle is finalized, and we are waiting for tomorrow to search for contribution points.

On the third day, Cheng Ling and Wu Chenlong came to the ring.

Chen Jingxi said coldly: "It turns out that you are Cheng Ling, you dare to provoke the Iron Sword Society, you really don't know how to write dead words." Now, give you one last chance, hand over all the contribution points in your hand, and I'll let you go!"

Cheng Ling sneered and said, "I found that the people of your Iron Sword Society can only play tricks, so just change your name, it's good to call it the Iron Sword Society!"

The audience burst into laughter, and they were not happy in their hearts. In vain, we value the Iron Sword Society, who knows that it is all embroidered pillows, which makes me lose so many contribution points. Now, no one is open, and there is no chance to turn over if you want to!

Chen Jingxi was furious and said: "You kid really doesn't know whether to live or die, if you don't abolish you today, I won't be surnamed Chen!"

Cheng Ling sneered and said, "What's so great about the surname Chen, especially you, Chen Jingxi's Chen, are even more of a wine bag and rice bag!"

This kid doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and the surname Chen touches his own scales. If it weren't for the scruples of offending too many people, I really want to say that the people surnamed Chen are all bastards!

Chen Jingxi couldn't bear it anymore, walked with the sword, and attacked Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling reluctantly mentioned the spiritual response of points, and from Wu Chenlong's information, he also saw that the top three generals were indeed much stronger, but it was not enough, and the strength of three percent was enough.

He is not in a hurry to defeat the other party, and only uses basic swordsmanship to deal with it with one move. This is also a model for Wu Chenlong, practice and actual combat are different, only improvisation, no matter how simple moves can have unexpected effects.

Wu Chenlong understood his thoughts, his eyes were firmly fixed, and he didn't dare to mistake every sword of Cheng Ling.

The two duel for half an hour, Cheng Ling didn't have the patience to go on, and suddenly exerted his strength, and played several killing moves in a row, and soon knocked Chen Jingxi out of the ring, and won this battle again.

He said indifferently to Chen Jingxi: "Tell Zhao Deyun for me, at this time tomorrow, I will wait here!"

After saying that, he was going to turn around and leave!

"Wait!" A voice came, and then a young man in a black robe and embroidered with gold fell lightly on the ring.

All the disciples let out a cheer, this hand and body method, light, elegant, as if there is no weight, is indeed extraordinary. Some disciples exclaimed in surprise: "It's Wu Haichao, the leader of the Iron Sword Society, I didn't expect him to come in person!"

Wu Haichao bowed his hand to Cheng Ling and said, "Brother Cheng, Wu Haichao, the master of the Iron Sword Association!"

Cheng Ling nodded and asked, "What advice does Master Wu have?"

Wu Haichao was secretly angry in his heart, this Cheng Ling was really crazy, and he went out in person, and he was still so cold. He said in a deep voice: "Is there any misunderstanding between Brother Cheng and my Iron Sword Society, it's good to solve it together!"

"There's no misunderstanding, it's just that there are too many people in your Iron Sword Society, and even the leaders of the big ones have come out!"

When the disciples thought about it, it seemed that this was really the case, and they burst into laughter.

Wu Haichao's face sank, his heart was furious, and he said, "So, Brother Cheng doesn't plan to give me face?"

Cheng Ling said indifferently: "Could it be that all of you in the Iron Sword Society need others to give face?

Wu Haichao was stunned, this was a kind word, but who knew that Cheng Ling was pushing the boat along the water, directly implying that the Iron Sword Society would rely on others to give face to survive, whether it was tolerable or unbearable, Wu Haichao would hide it again, and he couldn't hold it back!

He said coldly: "Since this is the case, then let's have a big gamble, Brother Cheng fights with the generals of my Iron Sword Society every day, I'm afraid it's also boring." Now, how about I, the head of the association, personally take action, and win or lose the battle?"

Cheng Ling thought about it, this was simply defeating Wu Haichao, presumably the Iron Sword Society would not dare to trouble himself again. After a little hesitation, he agreed: "Okay, just win or lose!"

Wu Haichao sneered and said, "But this bet has to change!"

"How much do you want to bet?"

"300,000 contribution points!"

The audience was in an uproar, 300,000 contribution points, what kind of concept is this, it is estimated that the top ten disciples will not be able to come up. Wu Haichao is really insidious, he wants to get back all the contribution points that Cheng Ling won a few days ago in one round of fighting, and he has to pay hundreds of thousands, which is a good plan!

Cheng Ling smiled and asked, "300,000 contribution points, are you sure?"

"Yes, just bet 300,000 contribution points, I don't know if Brother Cheng has such courage!"

Cheng Ling glanced at him coldly, this little bit of caution had already been seen through. However, when the gambling king appeared, he naturally would not agree easily, he pretended to be silent, bowed his head and said nothing, as if he was thinking about gains and losses!

Wu Haichao hurriedly glanced at the group of disciples. Soon, those disciples all coaxed one by one:

"Promise him, promise him!"

"A big gamble of 300,000 yuan!"

"Promise, Cheng Ling!"

“.......”

Amazed at the commotion one after another, Cheng Ling saw that it was almost over, so he made up his mind and said, "Okay, 300,000 contribution points, I agreed!"

At this moment, another voice came: "Wait!"

Wu Haichao's face changed, who the hell came to make trouble at this critical moment!