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"It's only the first round now, so don't show too much strength. Shen Lang said lightly.

"Young master, rest assured. ”

Gao Yuanli nodded.

A game can be finished in about one-fifth of the way, and it is rare for the two sides to have exactly the same strength, and it is difficult to tell the winner or loser.

As time passed, some people were happy and some were worried, but most of the geniuses who were slightly famous were promoted.

After all, although there are many martial artists who participate, not all of them are geniuses, and some of the martial artists who participated in this martial arts conference just want to test what they have learned, and in front of those geniuses, they don't think too highly of themselves.

"Seven, three groups of eight against one group of twelve. ”

"Young master, it's your turn. ”

Gao faded away.

Shen Lang nodded and flew to the competition platform.

"Innate mid-stage peak cultivation, my luck is good. "Shen Lang's opponent is a thick-eyed young man, holding a huge horse chopping knife in his hand, the blade is cold and cold, and it looks extremely sharp.

Shen Lang nodded, "Well, luck is indeed good." ”

Shen Lang agreed with the young man's words, but as for who was lucky, he didn't know.

"Drink!"

The thick-eyebrow young man shouted, rushed forward, and when he was three meters away from Shen Lang, he stepped heavily under his feet, and the huge horse chopping knife in his hand was raised high, and he slashed directly towards Shen Lang.

Although the momentum of the young man's knife was very strong, Shen Lang just shook his head, the golden light of his palm appeared, and suddenly a dragon roar sounded, and then he heard a sound of gold and iron, and the huge horse chopping knife in the young man's hand was broken from the middle, and the remaining half of the blade slashed through the tip of Shen Lang's nose.

Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged, his palm sucked lightly, and the half-cut saber broken by Shen Lang appeared in his hand, and the half-cut saber between his fingers was gently placed on the neck of the thick-eyebrow young man.

"Goo-dong!"

The thick-eyebrow boy swallowed a mouthful of spit, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down his cheek.

When!

The young man's half-cut saber fell to the ground, and he said bitterly: "I am defeated." ”

Shen Lang shrugged, flicked his fingers, half-cut the saber, swooped into the ground, and turned to leave.

"Knives! ”

"Let's go back and practice. ”

No surprise, Shen Lang easily advanced.

Then in the second round, the third round, and until the fifth round, it was finally Jin Wuming's turn to play, and Jin Wuming was no surprise and easily defeated the opponent.

Jin Wuming and Gao gradually separated from the strength, even if they met the geniuses on the list, as long as they were not those perverts in the top twenty, they would not have any accidents.

The day's battle passed quickly, and the geniuses of those big forces did not show any strength, and they all defeated their opponents very simply, as for the dark horse, it has not yet appeared, after all, it is just an audition, and it is not clear who is strong and who is weak.

Back in the cyclamen, Shen Lang and the others ate some food casually, and then went back to their rooms to cultivate.

Back in the room, Shen Lang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back and pondered for a while, and finally took out a jade box from his arms.

Shaolin Da Huandan.

Shen Lang felt that it was time to break through the late innate stage, and after the battle outside the Martial City, his realm had completely precipitated.

After breaking through the late stage, he is sure to fight against those peerless geniuses on the list.

After all, the top twenty geniuses on the list are all in the late congenital stage or the peak, if Shen Lang is only in the middle congenital stage, he is still a little reluctant, and only by breaking through the late stage can he have the confidence.

.......

Shen Lang broke through the late congenital stage as promised, and there was no suspense in the battle in the following days, and Shen Lang and the three of them marched forward all the way.

Today is the last day of the knockout round, which is the place in the competition list.

In the final battle of one hundred and fifty people, as long as they can be promoted, they will steadily enter the list.

"Seven sets, three groups, and No. 8 vs. seven sets, ten groups, and one number. ”

Wu Xu's loud shout made everyone concentrate.

Today is the day when the strong man on the list is born, and all the people watching the battle are excited.

No matter what the ranking will be in the future, at least today's winner will be the strongest person in the future.

Shen Lang was still sitting on the spectator seat just now, and as soon as Wu Xu's words fell, Shen Lang fell from the viewing platform to the competition platform like a fairy.

"So handsome!!"

In the past few days, Shen Lang's name has long been known, and then Shen Lang's record outside Wucheng has also been revealed.

Although Shen Lang has not yet entered the list, he has already attracted a group of fans.

Coupled with Shen Lang's Pan An's appearance, female fans are better than male fans.

Of course, Fang Miaoer's rumors about Shen Lang were also broken, what five short figures, what blue-faced fangs, all turned into nothing after Shen Lang appeared.

As for why there are fewer male fans, of course, it's because of jealousy.

At this time, most of the eyes of the VIP seats on the side of the competition platform fell on Shen Lang.

Shen Lang's record is very dazzling, one VS three, defeating Li Ming, He Tianxing, and the three of them, no one who knows will despise them.

He Tianxing, who was sitting in the audience, looked at Shen Lang on the stage with a gloomy face, breathing heavily.

"Tianxing, your heart is in turmoil. ”

An old man beside He Tianxing glanced at He Tianxing lightly and said indifferently.

"Sect Master, I ....... ”

"I know, don't worry, after the dance forest conference is over, I will personally take action to help you kill him and erase your demons. ”

The old man interrupted He Tianxing's words, looked at Shen Lang on the stage, and said with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

And Li Ming, who was sitting on the spectator seat, was not as serious as He Tianxing's thoughts, he just glanced at Shen Lang with a wry smile, although he lost to Shen Lang, he admired Shen Lang very much.

Li Ming and Li Mubai are very similar, they are both the kind of people who can afford to put it down.

Li Mubai also encountered setbacks when he was young, but he did not have a demon, he just aimed at that person and cultivated hard until he finally defeated that person, and because of this, he achieved the name of Li Mubai Sword Immortal.

Since Li Mubai entered the cave void, he has not been defeated once in the same level.

In a corner of the viewing seat, Fang Miao'er and Mangu sat there quietly.

The brute urn said, "Miss, is this the hall master, is this Shen Lang that you asked you to bring back?"

"Hmm. ”

Fang Miao'er tapped her chin.

The brute took a closer look at Shen Lang, frowned, and said: "It's very ordinary, it's too much different from the martial idiot Zhao Jiuzhou, if you want me to think about it, it's better to bring Zhao Jiuzhou back, at least cultivate it well, and at least become a god general in the palace in the future." ”

"No, brute, you underestimate him too much, and when the martial arts conference is over, you'll know." ”

Fang Miao'er looked at Shen Lang on the stage with a serious expression.

Since the competition, Zhao Jiuzhou, who has been sitting there with his head down, slowly raised his head as Shen Lang took the stage, looking at Shen Lang on the stage, a trace of light flashed in Zhao Jiuzhou's eyes.

Zhao Jiuzhou had long hair, like a lion, and the light in his eyes flashed as if he had seen his prey, extremely aggressive.

Shen Lang ignored all the various eyes around him, he just looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with interest at this time.

The middle-aged man had a pale face and beard, was about forty years old, and his expression was indifferent, as if Shen Lang's fame was not in his eyes at all.

"You are Shen Lang?"