The top of the Temple of Heaven, on the huge square.

After Xue Ling and the others drew the number, in the center of the square, there were pieces of ground slowly rising, and finally a ring was formed, the ring was one meter above the ground, the size of two basketball courts, and there were a total of forty such rings in the vast square.

Obviously, the first round of eighty into forty will be played together.

The rings are not arranged in a disorderly manner, each ring has an order number, Xue Ling's eyes turned, and he saw the ring with "eighteen" written on the square.

The others also found the ring they belonged to, and their bodies moved, turning into lights and shadows towards the center of the square, and the sound of the breaking wind brought by the sudden tearing of the air was continuous, which sounded extremely spectacular.

Soon, in the forty rings, there were monks who drew the corresponding numbers, and this first round of the competition will be brought by monks who have drawn the same number but different colors.

Xue Ling stood in the ring, and in front of him, a monk of medium stature and ordinary appearance appeared in the ring, and a pair of eyes were fixed on Xue Ling.

From the other party's eyes, Xue Ling could clearly see that he was relaxed.

The fact is that when the monk who came to the stage saw Xue Ling's appearance, he was really relieved, the opponent was quite faceless, not those famous people in the four sects he knew, he secretly said good luck, he had a great chance in the first round of ranking.

Being able to think like this, that person also has a lot of strength, but he knows very well that if he encounters those strong disciples he knows, this first round of competition will undoubtedly be a failure.

Such a draw, luck, is quite important.

Looking at Xue Ling, looking at this monk with a delicate face and no sense of danger, the monk named Zhong Hanshan had a relaxed expression on his face, took a step, and stretched out his hand: "Disciple of the South Gate, Zhong Hanshan, please give me advice!"

Senior brother, it is called politeness, which is a mutual courtesy between monks who do not know each other.

Xue Ling smiled slightly, and there were bursts of roars all around, and waves of blazing battle heat waves swept through the square like a tidal wave, and it was obvious that a battle had broken out in the surrounding rings.

Infected by such an atmosphere, the blood in his body seemed to be faintly boiling, Xue Ling took a step, gestured to the other side, and said gently: "Disciple of the East Gate, Xue Ling, I also hope that Senior Brother will not hesitate to give advice!"

The opponent was not rude, and Xue Ling was naturally happy to treat each other kindly.

Seeing Xue Ling give his hand, Zhong Hanshan nodded, but he didn't say much, at this moment, there were roars all around, and the sound of offensive collisions rang out, he couldn't hear what Xue Ling said just now, but he didn't care, the fate of the two basically stopped at the ranking battle of the four big and big competitions, and after it was over, he didn't enter the three thousand disciples, and it didn't matter if he knew the name or not.

Moreover, as a person who is full of confidence and must enter the top forty, the other party will be just a stepping stone, and for the weak, although he will not laugh and ridicule, he will not take it to heart.

This is the feeling that most strong people will rise up in the face of the weak.

"Whew!"

He didn't say more, with a palm of his hand, a long stick with black light flowing from behind him was pulled out, and he danced in front of him, stimulating a fierce wind, Zhong Hanshan stomped on the soles of his feet, and directly turned into a straight black shadow, pressing towards Xue Ling like a meteor.

Xue Ling looked at the figure rushing over, at this time, he could feel the breath of the other party, which was much stronger than the Nine Leaves Yunlian Realm, but it was not the Condensing Realm, it was in between, and it belonged to the strongest type of monk in the Yunlian Realm.

Although such a disciple has not broken through to the Condensing Realm, his comprehension of the power of the Yunlian Realm is quite high, and what they lack is just an opportunity to break through.

Most of the monks who can come to the top of the Temple of Heaven and participate in the ranking battle are of this kind of strength, and it may be difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior in the Dao method, and special means are needed to win, and the reason why Zhong Hanshan is confident to enter the top forty is also because he has mastered the killer weapon.

Waves of rippling yuan force rose on his body, Xue Ling held his hand together, and a powerful force rushed out in his body, and his eyes gradually became sharp at this time.

Obviously, he is also serious, for fighting, he has no idea of relaxation in his bones, and the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that his Taoism is not higher than the other party.

However, when he felt the purifying breath in Xue Ling's body, Zhong Hanshan's eyes obviously set off a touch of joy, Nine Leaves Yunlian Realm, and now his grasp of promotion directly jumped to eighty.

He has hole cards that ordinary Nine-Leaf Yunlian Realm disciples don't have.

Keeping his eyes on Xue Ling, Zhong Hanshan seemed to have seen himself after entering the top forty.

"Boom!"

Accelerating suddenly, his body shot out like a cannonball, and the fierce and fierce stick shadow also roared down in an overwhelming manner.

"Boom!"

Finally, Xue Ling also made a move, his body shook lightly in place, and the next moment he disappeared, the wind whistled in his ears, Xue Ling stepped continuously, and the strength of his body quickly gathered.

He has no intention of stalemate, and now that he is facing the Nine Leaves Yun Lotus Realm, there will be no stalemate, and he can defeat the monks of the Concentrating Realm, and the Nine Leaf Yun Lotus Realm will be even easier.

The gap between the Yunlian Realm and the Condensing Divine Realm is extremely huge.

Although the other party can be said to have stepped into the contemplation realm with half a foot, it is not after all, so this battle is not under any pressure for Xue Ling.

And the truth is not surprising, when Zhong Hanshan and Xue Ling finished the first round, Zhong Hanshan was directly knocked back to the edge of the ring, half of his feet were suspended in the air.

Indescribable shock, Zhong Hanshan stared at Xue Ling, the other party stood quietly in the center of the ring, the yuan force on his body surged, and his breath was obviously the Nine Leaves Yunlian Realm.

But, what's going on with that huge ocean-like force just now??

Under that kind of power, he was as fragile as a baby, and he actually had a sense of powerlessness in the face of the turbulent waves swallowing the sky and the earth, and unconsciously, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Zhong Hanshan's forehead.

This feeling of powerlessness was not the first time he had experienced it, but the person who brought him this kind of oppression last time was an existence that made the disciples of the Southern Gate daunting.

Qin Ruofeng!

In the south gate, there are powerful monks who can be compared to Wu Yulin.

Who is this person in front of you?

Zhong Hanshan didn't make a move immediately, he stared at Xue Ling, searching for some information in his mind, but among the people with such strength, there was definitely no person in front of him.

A bad feeling surged in his heart, but as soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhong Hanshan would not give up, he couldn't think nonsense, he blamed the power just now on the illusion.

No one can stop him from entering the top 40!

Zhong Hanshan roared, the momentum was infinitely magnified at this moment, there was a crazy battle intent in his eyes, he had worked hard for so long, day and night of penance, today was the time for testing, he didn't believe that he would be eliminated in the first round.

If you are eliminated, then what is the long penance of the cold night, and the hard work that is not afraid of hard work?!

Passionate, Zhong Hanshan is particularly excited, in order to become stronger, for the dream, he has made a lot of efforts, thinking of these, he has unlimited fighting spirit, that kind of fearless, imposing edge, even in the face of the absolute strong among the disciples of the Wuzhen School, they will fight indomitably!

He is not afraid of losing, but he is afraid of losing without spine!

Only if you have worked hard, even if you are lonely and fail, you will have no complaints and no regrets.

Zhong Hanshan's sudden change also made Xue Ling slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth hooked, this fearless fighting momentum made him feel a special emotion in his heart.

In the depths of my heart, there seems to be a resonance that gradually spreads.

No matter what difficulties you face, no matter what opponents you face, no matter what the result is, no matter how you win or lose, you always have a heart to work hard.

He, isn't that kind of person?!

The palm of the hand, slightly clenched, a ripple of power visible to the naked eye, overflowed from between the fingers, and the fierce power roared in the arm, like a shocking wave.

Xue Ling was looking at Zhong Hanshan who was rushing over, with a very appreciative smile on his face, no matter what Zhong Hanshan's strength was, he won Xue Ling's approval with this kind of heart.

And for those who are recognized, Xue Ling will not despise them, this kind of person, even if he loses, he hopes to be upright, glorious, and have a no-regret ending.

"Boom!"

With a single step, Xue Ling seemed to turn into a sea of power, roaring out towards Zhong Hanshan, and the air above the ring showed a state of divergence, and he quickly escaped to both sides.

"Boom!"

The strong wind was howling, the hunting was sounding, the air seemed to be oppressed into a crackling sound, and on the ground, where Xue Ling and Zhong Hanshan landed, a circle of energy ripples visible to the naked eye spread violently.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came out suddenly, and Zhong Hanshan flew upside down in response, his body was like a kite with a broken string, flying directly out of the ring.

The ferocious force that was so powerful that he didn't have much resistance at all directly shattered his dream, and looking at Xue Ling's figure that was gradually getting smaller, he slowly closed his eyes.

A kind of loss spreads from the tip of the heart.

Advance to the top 40, that's it!

Crossing the ring, flying away from the border, and flying upside down for a distance again, Zhong Hanliang fell to the ground lightly, he immediately raised his head and looked at the figure in the ring, with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

At this time, he already knew what level the strength of the person in the ring had been.

Nine-Leaf Lotus Realm!

Although the Dao method is not brilliant, that kind of combat power can be called appalling!

Wait a minute??

In my mind, a name suddenly flashed to my mind, a monk who had risen to fame before, swept through the Wuzhen sect like a storm, and then sank very quickly.

Xue Ling!!

This one is said to be a disciple of the East Gate who is unlucky against the sky!

Zhong Hanshan stared at the man in the ring, his pupils shrank, and he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he nodded at Xue Ling, Zhong Hanshan turned to leave, he clenched his fists, this time the failure did not hit him, but aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.

Time, grind, he wants to get stronger!

Looking at Zhong Hanshan's back, Xue Ling showed a smile, this person may not be amazing, but the heart of striving for upward movement is extraordinary.

And this is precisely what is extremely important to become a strong person.