The figure that showed a mocking smile and made a provocative gesture to Xiao Lin was none other than Qin Zhuang, who had always hated Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin didn't show any expression on his face for Qin Zhuang's provocation, and then he turned back as if he hadn't seen it at all.

"Garbage, garbage!"

Qin Zhuang saw Xiao Lin ignoring his own provocation, and immediately felt disdain in his heart, because if he was a normal man, how could he be indifferent in the face of such a provocation?

"There are still two ring matches, if you fall into my hands, I will make you like Liu Zong. Qin Zhuang clenched his fists slightly.

"Ring No. seven, No. 7 vs. No. 13!"

Just as Qin Zhuang looked at Xiao Lin's back and said secretly, the referee of the No. 7 ring announced the player numbers for the next round.

"It's finally my turn!"

Qin Zhuang glanced at Hua Zheng, who was talking and laughing with Xiao Lin, and then walked towards the No. 7 ring with a slight grin on the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, it's a duel between the ninth layer of Qi training and the eighth layer of Qi training, this game is interesting again!" After hearing the two numbers, many people couldn't help but shout, and then many people surrounded the seventh ring.

Ring No. 7 was diagonally opposite Ring No. 3, so he, who was originally facing away from Xiao Lin, soon saw a burly figure walking into the ring.

Seeing Qin Zhuang in the ring, Xiao Lin showed a trace of curiosity and looked at it, although he hated the other party very much, but the strength of the other party was still worth his attention.

"I want to see how powerful you are!" Xiao Lin muttered in his heart, and at this moment, a young man who had cultivated to reach the peak of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation stood in the ring.

"It's him!"

Seeing this person, Xiao Lin recognized the other party at a glance, because this young man was one of the two Qi Cultivation Eighth Layers in the martial arts training ground early in the morning on the day of registration.

The young man stood in the ring, looking at Qin Zhuang who was looming on the other side of the ring, he took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality.

Although the young man knew that his opponent's cultivation had reached the ninth level of qi training, according to his understanding, the other party had only reached the ninth level of qi cultivation for more than a month, and he himself had now reached the peak of the eighth layer of qi training, so the poor cultivation was not very great.

"As long as you play normally, you shouldn't lose too ugly!" the boy muttered in his heart after adjusting his mentality.

The referee in ring seven took a look at both sides and saw that both sides were ready, so he called the start of the match.

"Hey, you're not my opponent, if I were you, I'd obediently choose to admit defeat, after all, there are still two parts to break through, in case you get seriously injured, then there is no chance. Just as the young man mobilized his spiritual power and was about to make a move, Qin Zhuang, who was standing opposite him, suddenly spoke up.

Qin Zhuang's voice was not small, so even Xiao Lin and the others, who were standing on the side of the No. 3 ring, could hear it very clearly.

Admit defeat? This Qin Zhuang actually made an opponent who was much better than him admit defeat? Is this an absolute confidence in his own strength?

"Admit defeat before you fight, this is not my style, don't talk nonsense, let's make a move!" said the young man's face was slightly gloomy, and when he spoke, his fists were already clenched, and there was a faint aura emerging.

If there is a big gap in cultivation, then Qin Zhuang doesn't have anything to say this, but the key is that his opponent's cultivation is not much lower than him, and at this time, he still makes the other party admit defeat, isn't this * naked looking down on others.

"Since you don't admit defeat, then you should make a move first, otherwise I'm afraid that as soon as I make a move, you won't have a chance to come out again!" Seeing that the other party did not admit defeat, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Qin Zhuang's mouth.

"Arrogance!"

The young man's heart was already on fire because Qin Zhuang made him admit defeat, and now when he saw the other party despise him so much, the anger in his heart exploded.

"Boom!"

A spiritual power stronger than Liu Zong burst out from this young man's body, and then an afterimage appeared, and the other person had already appeared in front of Qin Zhuang.

"Thousand Phantom Hands!"

In order to prove his strength, this young man used his best spiritual skills as soon as he came up, and when he made a move, it was like a thousand hands coming out together.

Naturally, all of these thousand hands can't be real, it's just that the speed of his hands is so fast that his vision is phantomed.

"Carving insect skills!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Zhuang, who was standing with his hands in his hands, revealed disdain in his eyes, and then he didn't see him make a move, a crimson spiritual power swept away from his body, as if a flame burst out from his body.

Generally speaking, spiritual power has no color, and cultivators can only feel the existence of spiritual power fluctuations, but at this moment, Qin Zhuang's spiritual power is as red as a flame.

When Qin Zhuang's crimson spiritual power burst out, the young man only felt a scorching aura rushing towards him.

"Boom!"

In an instant, only a low voice was heard, and then the young man who was already close to Qin Zhuang flew out inexplicably.

"Bang!"

The figure of the young man drew an arc in the ring, and then smashed heavily into the ring, if it weren't for the formation reinforcement in this ring, I'm afraid this smash would be a hole.

"Wow!"

Such a sudden scene stunned everyone present, because they didn't see Qin Zhuang make a move, why did his opponent fly out upside down, and he also slammed on the ground, as if he had been hit hard.

Xiao Lin looked at Qin Zhuang, who was wrapped in crimson spiritual power, and his brows furrowed slightly, because even he hadn't seen how the other party had repelled that young man just now.

"I didn't expect that Brother Qin Zhuang's Red Flame Technique had also been practiced to the second level. Hua Zheng looked at the burly figure in the No. 7 ring, and bit his lips slightly.

"Red Flame Jue?"

Hua Zheng's voice was not small, so Xiao Lin, who was standing on the side, naturally heard it very clearly.

"Well, his Red Flame Technique is the same grade as my Ice Heart Technique, both of which belong to the mid-grade primary spiritual skills, but the Red Flame Technique is the main attack, so it is also cultivated to the second layer, and the attack power of the Red Flame Technique is much higher than my Ice Heart Technique. Hua Zheng sighed lightly and explained to Xiao Lin.

"Intermediate Primary ......"

Hearing this level of spiritual skill, Xiao Lin secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, it was worthy of the existence of a true middle-grade spiritual root, this kind of treatment was indeed not something that anyone could have.

Although Xiao Lin is now also designated as the owner of a medium-grade spiritual root, his spiritual root cannot be determined after all, so when Xuan Zhen asked him to choose a spiritual skill, he only selected a low-grade high-grade spiritual skill at the highest.

"Sister Zheng, but Qin Zhuang didn't make a move just now, how could that young man fly out upside down like a heavy blow?" Xiao Lin asked as he looked at the young man who was struggling to get up from the ring.

Hua Zheng explained: "That person was shocked by Brother Qin Zhuang's momentum and flew out, and with the cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation and the second layer of the Red Flame Jue, he can completely hurt people with his momentum!"

"Hurtful?"

Xiao Lin's eyes were a little more solemn, this is really not good news, this Qin Zhuang can hurt people with his momentum, so if he is right......

"It seems that this Qin Zhuang really has the strength to be proud!" Xiao Lin sighed in his heart, although he and Qin Zhuang had an enmity, the strength of the other party was indeed not low.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin focused his gaze on Hua Zheng's body, and then asked, "Sister Zheng, can you use your cultivation and what kind of ice heart trick can be as imposing and hurtful as him?"

Hua Zheng thought for a while, then nodded uncertainly: "It should be possible, but I haven't tried it, and even if it can, it will be at most a retreat, and it can't hit people out like Red Flame Jue at all." ”

"Oh, that's right!" Xiao Lin nodded slightly, and then he shifted his gaze to the seventh ring again, because by this time the young man had already stood up from the ring again.

At this time, the young man's face showed a solemn expression, just now he didn't know how he was knocked away by the other party.

Even some disciples who have built a foundation have no chance to learn the spiritual skills of the middle grade, so there are very few spiritual skills of this level that can be learned during the Qi training period, and this is the case, many people don't know what happened just now.

"Now you can admit defeat!" Qin Zhuang looked indifferently at the young man in front of him and spoke again, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Even if the young man originally planned to admit defeat, when he saw the other party showing this kind of look to himself, the young man suddenly gave up admitting defeat in his heart.

"Look down on me, even if I can't beat you, then you have no right to look down on me!" the young man roared in his heart, and then his hands changed rapidly.

Even if he is injured, this young man has to give Qin Zhuang a little bit of a taste!

"Huh?"

Sensing the increasingly strong fluctuations on the other party's body, Qin Zhuang's face finally showed a trace of seriousness.

"I've reminded you twice in a row, since you're stubborn, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qin Zhuang looked at the young man in front of him with a gloomy face, and at the same time, the crimson spiritual power on his body became even stronger.

"Cloud Flip Palm!"

Two seconds later, the young man slapped out his right hand with strong fluctuations, and then a substantial palm print quickly condensed by spiritual power appeared in front of the young man's palm.

"Go!"

After the young man's right hand full of green tendons suddenly pushed, the palm print condensed by spiritual power flew towards Qin Zhuang rapidly.

Sensing the faint threatening fluctuations coming from the palm print, Qin Zhuang's eyes blinked slightly, and then he quickly closed his hands, and then raised his head high and made a slashing motion towards the front.

"Red Flame Jue, Flame Knife Slash!"

When Qin Zhuang's hands were cut out, the crimson spiritual power on his body instantly formed a knife about five inches long in front of him, and then this knife slashed at the flying palm print with a ferocious momentum.

(Collect!)