Chapter Seventy-One: Dabi Begins

When Zi Lingtian came out, he also saw Zi Yan and Zi Jian, but Lan Yingying didn't seem to be with them. Listening to what the two Purple Swords said, Lan Yingying went back with her senior sister in advance, and asked the two Purple Swords to tell Zi Lingtian. Zi Jian and Zi Yan are not badly lucky, although they don't have byes, but they are in the back, so they can watch more people fight and increase their experience.

The next day.

Zi Lingtian got up very early, and couldn't help but curse secretly, blaming the damn game. At this time, there are relatively few people in the competition venue, and it seems that getting up early is not a good habit, but it's a pity. Zi Ling Tian could see that a few of them seemed to be a little tired, but this was the norm, not that they were really tired, because cultivators were fine if they didn't sleep for a few days, and the higher their cultivation, they didn't have to sleep, one had been in retreat for decades, and they forgot everything when they slept.

"In the first round, No. 1 vs. 236 is good, please go on stage to prepare, and those who do not come to the stage for one minute will be deemed to have given up the game. ”

At this time, a loud voice sounded, and Zi Lingtian heard it, I will go, I am going to be late, run.

"No, this two hundred and thirty-six hasn't gotten up yet. ”

"How is it possible, how can such a big thing oversleep. ”

"Maybe people think it's impossible to win the game anyway, so they just don't come. ”

"Yes, yes, he's afraid of losing face. ”

"Hahaha. ”

......

After the referee's voice sounded, a middle-aged man walked up to the stage, but he didn't see another person, and everyone started to talk about it. The middle-aged man was also looking around, was there no one, so wouldn't he be promoted like this.

"Two hundred and thirty-six ......"

"I'm here, I'm sorry, Lord Referee. ”

Just as the referee was about to announce that Zi Lingtian had given up the game and the middle-aged man had advanced, Zi Lingtian flew into the ring. The referee didn't have a good impression of the person who was late, but Zi Lingtian was quite polite, so he didn't pursue anything anymore, not to mention that Zi Lingtian was not late for more than a minute.

"Zi Lingtian, please advise. ”

"Huang Ling, please advise. ”

After speaking, this Huang Ling raised his sword and quickly stabbed at Zi Ling Tian, and the sword was surrounded by sword qi. Zi Lingtian didn't move, and when Huang Ling's sword came to him, a ball of flames struck towards Huang Ling.

Burst!

I saw Huang Ling squirt a mouthful of blood in the air and fell outside the ring, but the injury was not serious, and Zi Lingtian kept his hand.

"No. 236 wins! The next game, No. 2 vs. No. 235. ”

The referee was shocked, he didn't expect Zi Lingtian to be so strong, defeating the enemy with one move is not something ordinary people can do, he couldn't help but look at Zi Lingtian a few more times, and thought to himself, this game is interesting.

"Wow, when did the outer gate have such a powerful No. 1 person, why haven't we heard of it. ”

"Could it be that this person has been hiding before, trying to make a splash? ”

"It seems that it is necessary to pay more attention to him, so as not to encounter no countermeasures in the future. ”

......

After Zi Lingtian finished the competition, he continued to go home to cultivate, he was not interested in those competitions yet. As for Zijian and Zi Yan, because of their strength, they watched the game on the field all day long. Zi Lingtian estimated the time and occasionally went to see the progress of the game. On the fourth day, the first round of matches has ended, and the draw for the second round begins. This time there was still a bye, Zi Lingtian also prayed that No. 119 was himself, but the result made him a little crying without tears, No. 118, looking at the battle card in front of him, Zi Lingtian couldn't wait to smash him, God, God, you don't have to do anything to me.

The next day's competition, this time Zi Lingtian got up earlier, and finally didn't arrive late.

"Look, which guy is the first game, haha, it seems like he's the first game every time. ”

"This time you say whether he will defeat the enemy in one move like last time. ”

"Probably not, last time, that Huang Ling could only belong to the lowest level in the middle stage of Qi training, and he didn't have much strength, so it was not surprising to be won by this move called Zi Lingtian. ”

"Let's see, see if he surprises us. ”

Zi Lingtian came to the competition field, because his first game made many people pay attention to him, so as soon as Zi Lingtian arrived at the competition field, many people knew him.

"In the second round, No. 1 vs. No. 118, please come on stage and prepare. ”

The referee's voice remembered, and after speaking, he looked at Zi Lingtian and another person who was slowly walking to the ring. I thought, Zi Lingtian, this kid, if he knows his mistakes, he will change them, and he is very good. He also wanted to see how many moves Zi Ling Tian would use to defeat his opponent this time, after all, he still remembered a little bit of Zi Ling Tian's opponent's strength.

"Zi Lingtian, please advise. ”

"Boy, I heard them say that last time you defeated the enemy with one move, it wouldn't be you who made him waterproof in private, but this time you met me, you won't be so lucky. ”

Zi Ling Tian's opponent was a middle-aged man with a strong body, his weapon was a large sword, and his cultivation was in the middle stage of Qi cultivation, but it was a little stronger than the opponent that Zi Ling Tian had encountered before. He didn't introduce his name either, and looked at Zi Lingtian with disdain. He heard everyone's conversation, and when he heard that Zi Lingtian had defeated the enemy with one move, he was a little disbelieving and at the same time, he was also a little unhappy. Boy, wait a minute, I'll make you lose ugly, aren't you very powerful, wait until you lose in my hands, your limelight will be gone, let you taste this feeling of going from heaven to hell.

"Are you finished?"

Zi Lingtian stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said softly without any fluctuations in his heart.

"Hmph, pretend to be a master! I'll make you pay. ”

Looking at Zi Lingtian's indifferent expression, the middle-aged man felt that he was being ignored, and he was immediately furious, raised his big knife and quickly came to Zi Lingtian's side, and then charged his strength to slash towards Zi Lingtian. He is very confident in this knife, not long ago, a demon beast in the middle of Qi cultivation was killed by his knife, you know, demon beasts of the same level are stronger than humans.

"Boring!"

Zi Lingtian looked at the big knife approaching him, as if he was nothing, raised his hand slightly, and pointed towards the air.

"Poof!"

A sound of metal shattering sounded, the knife shattered, the person left, and a powerful energy wave hit the middle-aged man, who was beaten backwards again and again, until he fell under the stage. The middle-aged man who fell to the ground looked at Zi Lingtian unwillingly, and got up, only to find that he was not shallowly injured, and suddenly his heart swelled and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You have to be glad that this is the ...... of the game"

Zi Lingtian glanced at the middle-aged man on the ground, said coldly, and then looked at the referee.

"One hundred and eighteen wins!"

The referee didn't seem to come back to his senses yet, and only after a while, he looked at Zi Lingtian on the field with a blank gaze and said slowly. It was too shocking, what shocked him was not Zi Lingtian's defeat of the enemy with one move, but Zi Lingtian's spell. You must know that very few disciples in the middle stage of Qi cultivation can attack the aura out of their bodies, and only those who have stepped into the late stage of Qi cultivation can do whatever they want like Zi Lingtian.