Winning against Xu Chong, Cheng Ling was extremely relaxed, and he didn't even play his strength in three percent. It's just that the opponent's combat skills are too different, and the foundation is not solid. Although the knife is very strong, the available force is too huge, revealing a big flaw.

Cheng Ling grasped the opponent's flaws in an instant, and then used the space body technique to completely grasp the rhythm of the battle, and finally won the victory.

turned around and smiled at Bao Yiguang: "Fellow Daoist, do you still continue to open the bank?"

Bao Yiguang's face was bitter, and he said: "Your Excellency's strength is strong, but I have lost my eyes. However, I have never been afraid of gambling people, of course, continue to open the bank!"

Cheng Ling laughed and said, "Then my 10 million spirit stones will be temporarily deposited in your hands, and in the next game, continue to bet on your own victory, or 1 million spirit stones!"

Bao lost his eyes and said, "Don't be in a hurry now, wait for me to see who challenges you." ”

Hehe~~, this guy knows how to watch the dishes, obviously he wants to wait for the person who comes to the stage to challenge appear, and then adjust the odds according to the strength of the other party.

The three registered monks were not surprised, Bao Yiguang was a frequent visitor to the underground ring, and the people they gambled on were the same, and if they wanted to gamble, even if they lost all their pants, they would naturally find a way to open the village again the next day.

It was still the monk from before, who stood up, bowed his hand to Cheng Ling, and said, "Cheng Daoyou, under Zhao Deming, dare to ask you if you plan to defend the ring, or wait for others to come on the field and continue to challenge?"

According to the rules of the tournament, the monk who wins the challenge can become the champion or leave and wait for the next challenge. But once you choose to become the champion, you have to meet the remaining nine challenges.

In Zhao Deming's eyes, Xu Chong's strength is already very good, and it should not be a problem to win ten consecutive victories. It's just that I didn't expect Cheng Ling to be more violent, so that the other party had no power to fight back, and there was a lot less contempt for him in my heart, so I signed up for the number and asked him if he was willing to become the champion.

Cheng Ling smiled indifferently and said, "Then I'll be the champion!"

"Okay, Cheng Daoyou, please wait, the challenger of the next game, Qingyun Sect, will practice cloth clothes!"

As the sound fell, a huge figure slammed into the ring. Yes, it was like a large piece of mountain rock, it was smashed over, and the whole ring was shaken and trembled slightly. When he looked up, he saw a tall monk with knotted muscles standing in front of him.

Cheng Ling's heart moved, the other party should be a body refining cultivator, and he must be a martial artist!

When Bao lost the light, he laughed, relying on his momentum alone, practicing cloth clothes is much stronger than Cheng Ling, and he is definitely optimistic about Cheng Ling in this scene. It's just that the odds should be adjusted slightly, so that if you look away, you won't lose too much.

He shouted loudly: "In this game, Cheng Ling's odds for practicing cloth clothes are 1 to 5, everyone hurry up and bet!"

Cheng Ling smiled, not caring at all about the screams of Bao Lose. Because Lian Buyi on the opposite side had already raised a fist the size of a casserole and hit it.

This time, he didn't dodge, but to everyone's surprise, he directly met him with a punch.

Peng!Peng!Peng!

Two monks of completely asymmetrical size collided violently in the ring, each bombardment making a violent sound.

Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the scene in disbelief. Lian Buyi is a pure martial artist, good at hardness between fists and feet

There's nothing wrong with hard work. But Cheng Ling doesn't look like a humanoid beast, how can he fight against Lian Buyi so many times.

In fact, Cheng Ling insisted very hard, after all, he was not a pure body refining cultivator, compared with a monk like Lian Buyi who had reached the merger stage by refining his body since he was a child, he was definitely inferior. Every time he hit, he was at a complete disadvantage.

However, he felt that the more violent the impact, the faster the Tiangang True Qi in his body would be refined. Not only that, in order to counteract the power of the collision of practicing cloth clothes, he had to use the exercises of the Muxiang Spirit Technique, and the two exercises produced a wonderful effect under the powerful impact.

The Tiangang True Qi in the body is constantly running in the meridians, and because it is passively bearing, the speed of operation is many times faster than usual, but the vitality of the Wood Phase Spirit Recipe is constantly repairing, replenishing, and injecting continuous vitality.

For a while, his skin and muscles underwent drastic changes. The skin becomes more elastic, the cracks caused by the impact are repaired instantly, and the regenerated skin can withstand the subsequent impact.

The original skin can be compared to a steel plate, which is so hard that it cannot be pierced by ordinary attacks, but when it encounters more powerful attacks, it will crack. But after regeneration, the skin is different, just like rubber, very elastic, which can cancel out most of the attacks, and the defense is greatly improved.

The muscle cells in the body are also rapidly dividing and overlapping, and the collision again and again puts the muscles under tremendous pressure, and the connections between the cells are tighter, and there is almost no gap to be found.

Although he was beaten backwards, Cheng Ling's eyes shone with excitement. It turns out that there are such benefits to fighting directly with fists and feet. Although swordsmanship is his highest pursuit, the feeling of accidentally punching to the flesh is so intoxicating.

The two bombarded in the ring for most of the day, after all, Cheng Ling's refining body was not as good as practicing cloth clothes, and gradually retreated to the edge of the ring, almost falling down. And after a while, the freshness of punching to the flesh also disappeared, and the increase in body cultivation gradually slowed down.

"That's it, the current pressure can't help me improve, there are still eight games ahead, it's better not to waste physical strength, end it early!"

muttered to himself, and when Lian Buyi's heavy punch was about to hit his chest, his body technique was exerted, turning into several afterimages, but his real body dodged it.

Lian Buyi jumped into the air, turned his head and sneered, and shouted: "Boy, I can't bear it for a while, next, prepare to die!"

Cheng Ling sneered, but he thought in his heart, the opponent's skin is thick and the defense is extremely strong, and ordinary attacks may not be effective, so try the three-grade sword technique!

The dragon yin sword slashed through several sword lights, and then disappeared in his hand in an instant, and a powerful sword aura exploded in front of Lian Buyi's body as if it was about to tear through the space.

Lian Buyi was horrified in his heart, and the opponent's attack caused the surrounding space to produce a feeling of depression, like a 10,000-year-old iceberg melting, and a sharp ice blade cut out. His own strong body and defense, under the tearing feeling of space, have no power to resist.

In an instant, wounds burst out of his body, blood shot out, and an even more powerful sword qi slashed towards his waist, about to be cut in two, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop, I admit defeat!"

Suddenly, there was silence in the martial arts ring! The blood on Lian Buyi's body slipped down drop by drop

, the long sword in Cheng Ling's hand stopped at his waist, and if he didn't admit defeat, it would definitely be the end of the half-cut cut.

Zhao Deming announced: "In this battle, Cheng Ling wins, and the next game is silent!"

Lian Buyi walked out of the ring in a dejected manner, and without waiting for Cheng Ling to catch his breath, the second game was carried out immediately. As soon as the monk jumped into the ring, he conjured up dozens of figures, and the two daggers in his hands flickered forward and backward, left and right, so that he couldn't figure out the direction at all.

Cheng Ling secretly said that the other party came so quickly, and sure enough, Lian Zhan didn't have any time to rest. But it's really sorry to and skills! He stood motionless, letting Mo Silent's dagger beckon at him, just shaking the Dragon Yin Sword and blocking out all attacks.

The clanging of blades was heard incessantly, and Mo silently attacked for a moment, unable to form a threat, and was planning to reorganize and go up again.

Cheng Ling had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and when the other party was regaining his breath, the Long Yin Sword slammed out, attacking dozens of swords with a speed that was not inferior to the opponent's sword, and each sword was powerful and heavy, and the speed and strength were vividly exerted.

Mo Wusheng's arm was numb from the shock, and after holding on for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the two daggers came out of his hand, his neck was cold, and he could only admit defeat!

After winning three games in a row, Cheng Ling's strength was finally recognized by the audience, and gradually, more and more people bet on him to win. The first three losses were not much, if it weren't for the one million spirit stones that Cheng Ling had bet on himself, there would still be a surplus.

But the next three games made him feel bad suddenly, and quickly adjusted his odds, reducing them from 1 to 5 to 1 to 1. But even so, the spirit stone he wanted to pay to Cheng Ling had risen to 20 million!

Zhao Deming nodded slightly, he really looked away, this Cheng Ling's strength was even stronger than he imagined. He groaned a little and said loudly: "Fourth, Luoxiamen Yan Mingyue!"

It was a woman on the field, and the opponent's combat power was much stronger than Mo Wusheng. It's just that the skills are still not enough, Cheng Ling fought with her for a quarter of an hour, seized a momentary flaw, and finally shot her off the stage!

In the "fifth ......" the two sides fought for less than a cup of tea, and Cheng Ling won!

The sixth game, again in less than a tea time, won again!

Seventh, continue the winning streak!

In the eighth game, the opponent in this game lasted for a quarter of an hour before being defeated by Cheng Ling!

With the victories one after another, Zhao Deming's face became more and more cautious. Although I watched him fight eight times in a row, I always felt that the opponent's strength didn't seem to be brought into play.

In the first game against Xu Chong, the body method wins, the second battle is body refining, the third is swordsmanship, and the fourth is ...... , in almost every game, Cheng Ling's methods against the enemy are different, and he can't see the depth of the other party at all.

Moreover, after fighting eight battles in a row, he couldn't see the slightest sign of a huge loss of true yuan, and he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart, how much strength did he use in the previous battle? Only two games were left to win ten consecutive victories! After a little muttering, he finally decided to send a disciple from his family to intercept it.

"The ninth scene, Zhao Deqian, Zhao family!"

As the voice fell, a man in a dark robe jumped into the ring. Arching his hand slightly, he said to Cheng Ling: "Please advise!"

Cheng Ling returned the salute with his sword, and secretly said in his heart, Zhao Deqian of the Zhao family, it seems that they sent to intercept people, but I want to see what kind of strength the disciples of the Zhao family have!