Lin Cong stood in the center of the ring, his heart did not fluctuate, he closed his eyes slightly, and remembered what his master Chu Yan said to him yesterday.

"Defeat everyone, you alone are enough!"

Chu Yan knew that with Lin Cong's current strength, it was not enough to enter the second round of the competition, and even if he was placed in the first round, he might not be able to win to the end.

However, people always have to grow, and there is no doubt that the first round of the competition at this conference is a good growth process.

Chu Yan's request to him was to get the first place and kill all the challengers who came up until the end!

Although Lin Cong was surprised that Chu Yan would assign such a task, he still accepted it, he felt that this was Chu Yan's trust and test for him.

As Chu Yan's true disciple, no matter how arduous the task is, at least he has the courage to complete it, not to mention, this task is not completely impossible to complete!

So at the beginning, Lin Cong jumped straight onto the stage, which aroused the curiosity and discussion of all those who watched the game.

"This is Lin Cong, a disciple of the Immortal King Sect, I heard that he is the second true disciple of the Immortal King Sect's Supreme Elder, I don't know if the rumors are true or not. ”

"Of course it's true. ”

"Since it's true, it must not be weak, so why not bring him to the second round?"

"What do you know, it is said that this Lin Cong was born with a physical defect, no matter how strong he is, he is a waste!"

"Brother, don't talk nonsense, you are responsible for saying this kind of thing. ”

"What did he want to do when he went so early, it is said that this round of the Immortal King Sect only sent Lin Cong alone, does this kid want to defeat everyone by himself?"

"This Immortal King Sect is too arrogant, no matter how strong Chu Yan's strength is, this Lin Cong has only been following him for ten days to learn the arts, does he really think that the person he has cultivated in ten days can challenge the younger generation of disciples of all the sects of the Great Ling Empire? ”

“............”

There were different opinions, but Lin Cong couldn't hear these words.

He glanced around, and then looked at a huge high platform in front of him, on which stood about 4,000 people, these were the disciples of the various sects who had come to participate in the first round.

"Wait, who dares to come up and fight me!"

Lin Cong's eyes are sharp, and his body is full of aura, but after learning the Immortal King Sect exercises, beginners will have one thing in common, that is, if the aura has undergone a qualitative change if it has not been cultivated to the Yuan Infant Stage, it will be difficult to form a substantial spiritual pressure!

Because their aura is released directly through the soul, the aura is more restrained!

So when Lin Cong was standing on the field, many guys with poor strength could almost only feel the weak spiritual pressure on Lin Cong's body.

However, some wealthy disciples with higher strength who had already surpassed the Yuan Infant Stage could feel the dangerous aura released from Lin Cong's body.

This breath goes straight to their souls.

However, such people are only a minority.

"A waste with a weak aura dares to be arrogant, I'll send you off the stage!"

At this time, a man who had just broken through the Jindan stage jumped up.

"Remember the name of the person who sent you down, disciple of the Hundred Swords Sect of the seventh-level sect, Chen Feng!"

The man was carrying a mountain opening knife, his legs were blessed with aura, and with an arrow step, he rushed towards Lin Cong like a cheetah, and slashed down with a knife.

The aura on his body completely burst out, almost completely covering Lin Cong's aura of spiritual power.

"Waste, this guy also dares to come to the stage, the aura is so weak, I really don't know what the Immortal King Sect Elder thinks, if such a guy can be a true disciple, then Lao Tzu can do it!"

Some disciples of small sects looked at Lin Cong on the stage with sarcastic expressions, and a burst of disdain rose in their hearts.

Lin Cong looked at the approaching figure and said very indifferently.

"I'm sorry, but you've challenged me, so I have to kill you!"

As his words fell, the man with the big knife suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and then a hot blood re-entered his head, and then he felt his head seem to fall, and finally his consciousness stayed on the ground......

No one noticed that the petals of the cherry blossoms were slowly fluttering in the air, stained with this drop of bright red blood.

This is the cherry blossom sword duel that Chu Yan taught to Lin Cong two days ago, it is only ten days of kung fu, he has already integrated the first two styles, but because the hard power is not good, the power must be less than one thousandth of Chu Yan's, but it is still effortless to kill some miscellaneous fish.

Lin Cong's process of killing this young man was just a blink of an eye, and even the man didn't even have a chance to scream.

"What?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"I didn't ...... I didn't see it clearly!"

The high platform was boiling again, originally they thought that these two people were going to fight for a while, and some people even thought that Lin Cong, who was weak in spiritual power, would be defeated, but that guy named Chen Feng was actually beheaded in an instant.

"It's so weird!"

"This Lin Cong's figure hasn't moved, can any of you see how he died?"

"yes, he just stood there and didn't even draw his sword!"

"The point is that the aura fluctuation on his body is very weak!"

Some disciples with bad strength are speechless!

Lin Cong glanced at the corpse in front of him indifferently, and continued without any expression:

"Who else is going to fight me!"

"Arrogant boy, you don't know how thick the sky is, the Black Water Sect is Fang Ran, and I will fight with you!"

A big man with a bearded face jumped up again, and as soon as he jumped up, his body exuded the spiritual pressure of the peak of Jindan.

The Black Water Sect is an eighth-level small sect under the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, and their sect master doesn't think that his sect can do anything in the second round, so in the first round, they sent five of the strongest disciples, hoping to rise to a higher ranking in the first round, so as to make a better sect ranking.

This disciple, Fang Ran, showed great confidence as soon as he took the stage.

In his opinion, he must have used some shady trick just now.

"Boy, don't think that you can win all the time with some indiscriminate means, meet me, your good luck will come to an end......"

Hearing this Fang Ran shout, the people around him seemed to understand something at once!

"I'll just say, how could a guy with weak aura be able to kill that Chen Feng, he must have used methods like hidden weapons and magic weapons!"

"It must be so, it's really insidious!"

"But now his good luck is coming to an end, the master of the peak of Jindan must be in the top fifty in this first round!"

“............”

Looking at Fang Ran, who had completely rushed to the front of him, a trace of ridicule and determination flashed in Lin Cong's eyes.

Brush~~

Lin Cong pulled out a long sword with his left hand, the cold light of the sword out of his body flashed, and a burst aura emanated from Lin Cong's long sword.

Then I only heard a "poof"! Fang Ran's entire head was cut in half from his nose, and the whole person fell directly to the ground, and the red and white brain slurry flowed to the ground.

"This ...... This ......"

"Dead ......"

"This peak of the Jindan period is actually dead!"

"Is this the true disciple of the Immortal King Sect Elder Taishang, isn't it terrifying!"