Ling Huheng turned his head and saw that it was none other than Zhao Xuanqi, who was defeated by Ling Huheng. Ling Huheng was not angry and laughed: "It's better than you, you haven't even won a game!"

Ling Huheng was telling the truth, Zhao Xuanqi faced the mysterious master of the Medicine God Valley in the first game, that is, the only disciple who reached the golden body stage, and was knocked off the stage in less than three moves. This is still someone who gave him face, otherwise the winner would have been divided with one move. Ling Hu Heng felt that it was normal, the two Zhao Xuanqi were not opponents, after all, the gap in strength was there. But Zhao Xuanqi didn't think so, since he was defeated by Ling Hu Heng with the Pupil Technique, his cultivation had not improved, but there were signs of regression. He has always hated Ling Hu Heng, and in his opinion, if his cultivation cannot progress, it will be Ling Hu Heng's harm. He didn't want to think about who bullied the small with the big and was defeated by others, if he wanted to find the culprit, first of all, he himself, the demons in his heart had eroded him, and he couldn't enter the realm with cultivation.

But Zhao Xuanqi doesn't think so, he is always thinking about how to get back on the field. But he knew that he couldn't beat Ling Hu Heng in the Dan Period, let alone Ling Hu Heng who was as cultivated as him now, or even better than him. He could only hope for others, so knowing that Ling Huheng was about to face Fan Mu, he was secretly refreshed for a long time. He inquired and knew that Fan Mu was the most elite disciple of Ling Tian Palace, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Yuan Infant Stage, and he was only one step away from stepping into the Golden Body Stage. He felt that the opportunity had come, and there was the scene just now.

What Zhao Xuanqi didn't expect was that he humiliated Ling Hu Heng. was humiliated by Linghu Heng. He hatefully put down a cruel sentence: "Hmph, wait until you can get up from the stage and say this again!"

Ling Hu Heng secretly despised this kind of villain in his heart. said: "What a shame!"

And at this moment, there was a person walking towards Ling Huheng. Ling Hu Heng frowned, he found that it was the mysterious man with the highest cultivation in the Medicine God Valley, and he thought to himself, "What is he doing here......?"

Before his thoughts were finished, the mysterious man spoke: "You are Ling Huheng, right?

Ling Huheng said secretly: "Sure enough!" So he pretended not to know and said, "Are you?"

The mysterious man smiled slightly, stretched out his slender and white right hand, and said, "Fortunately." Under the Spiritual Reputation!"

Ling Huheng couldn't refuse, so he had to stretch out his hand and hold Lingyu's hand, and said, "May I ask Senior Brother Lingyu." What's the matter with the next place?"

Lingyu smiled slightly and said, "I often hear my junior sister nagging, saying that there is a little fox who promised to take her out to play, and it has been more than half a year. There was no sign of him. I'm curious. I came over to see what the little fox that made my sister talk about it was sacred? I didn't expect it to be a heroic and promising young man, and it was really worth the trip!"

Ling Huheng was embarrassed by his praise, and by the way, he also remembered that Lingyao girl who was messing around and was comparable to a little witch, and smiled slightly: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be! I don't know if Senior Sister Lingyao is okay?

Lingyu obviously had a headache with this junior sister, and said, "Alas, it's still the same as usual. When the master is not there, she is the king of the valley. They didn't even listen to me. Fortunately, Senior Sister Lingsu can suppress her, otherwise I don't know how much trouble she will cause!"

Ling Hu Heng looked at the disciples of the Medicine God Valley and said, "Then why don't they come?"

Ling Yu shook his head and said, "Senior Sister Ling Yao's cultivation is too low to keep up with our speed. And Senior Sister Lingsu is not practicing martial arts, but alchemy, and she doesn't want to participate in the competition herself, so she naturally doesn't want to come over. If Senior Sister Lingsu wasn't here, wouldn't Senior Sister Lingyao be overturned?" Speaking of this, Lingyu couldn't help but snicker.

When Ling Hu Heng heard this, he would also smile in his heart, this Ling Yao is really a little demon king of the mixed world, and he is not inferior to a little witch.

At this moment, in the Valley of the God of Medicine, a little girl who was spoiling the elixir suddenly sneezed, rubbed her cute nose, and muttered, "Who is talking about this girl?" After speaking, she began to spoil the elixir again......

After Lingyu smiled, his expression was solemn, and he said, "Wait a minute, are you going to face Fan Mu?"

Ling Huheng nodded and said, "Senior brother has also heard of it?"

Ling Yu glanced at the location of the disciples of Ling Tian Palace, intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "I don't think that Fan Curtain is simple, you have to be careful!"

Ling Hu Heng saw that Lingyu was so cultivated, so he naturally didn't dare to be careless, nodded and said, "Thank you, senior brother, junior brother will be careful!"

At this moment, on the test platform, an elder of Ling Tian Palace said loudly: "Gu Jian Sect Ling Hu Heng, Ling Tian Palace Fan Mu, please come to the stage and prepare for the competition!"

Lingyu said, "Be careful!"

Wu Zhen also heard the conversation between Ling Huheng and Lingyu on the side, and naturally took a lot of responsibility, and said earnestly: "Senior brother, be careful, don't be reckless if you can't beat it!"

Ling Huheng was full of confidence, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said, "Don't worry!" After that, he strode towards the test table. Ling Hu Heng didn't want to be too high-profile, so he didn't use the levitation technique to fly onto the stage, but Fan Mu didn't think so, I saw that under the cheers of the disciples of Ling Tiangong, he turned onto the stage with a fight, and at this moment Ling Hu Heng happened to walk on the stage, and happened to see this scene, and secretly disdainful in his heart: "Is it meaningful to do this? It's better to save some strength!"

Although Ling Huheng was disdainful in his heart, he didn't dare to take it lightly, after all, Fan Mu's cultivation was a cut higher than him. Seeing that both of them were on the stage, the elder of Ling Tiangong slowly spoke: "The rules of the competition are exactly the same as last time, the competition time is not limited, if you have any doubts, you can raise them now, if not, the competition will begin!"

Neither of them spoke, but Ling Hu Heng looked at Fan Mu expressionlessly, and Fan Mu looked at Ling Hu Heng with some contempt. Seeing that neither of them spoke, the Ling Tiangong Elder assumed that they had acquiesced to the rules, and without saying more, he retreated to the side and stood with his hands down.

Fan Mu smiled coldly and said contemptuously: "Boy, you won't be my opponent, if you have consciousness, go down by yourself, so as not to be ugly!"

Ling Hu Heng said expressionlessly: "Do you know that I have a bad habit?"

Fan Mu was stunned for a moment and said, "What habit?"

Ling Huheng suddenly smiled and said, "That is, I have never believed in evil, you say that I can't beat you, but I don't think it may be!"

Fan Mu was furious when he heard this, and shouted: "Yellow-haired boy, dare to tease me, eat your grandfather!" It turned out that Fan Mu was tall, and the blade he made was also a jujube lance that needed a strong person to wield. This jujube lance is seven feet long and six feet on the hilt. Most of the head of the lance is a round iron hammer like a jujube, with six rows of iron and three nails densely covered on it, and then a spear tip like a spear, which is open on all sides, and has a prismatic iron iron iron at the end of the handle. The handle is made of thousand-year-old jujube wood, which is extremely tough and heavy, and cannot be used by people who are not strong.

Ling Hu Heng had already noticed this detail, so he was not intimidated by Fan Mu's momentum. It must be known that although he is still young, he has experienced a lot of life and death situations, and he was still able to do it without panic at that time, so how could he be afraid at this moment?

When it comes to the weight of the "Wufeng" fairy sword, it is not inferior to the Zaoyang lance, and even heavier than the Zaoyang lance. After all, the Sword Spirit Wufeng had already absorbed nearly a thousand sword qi, and it had quickly turned into an entity. To say that this immortal sword is a treasure of the ancient sword sect is completely reasonable.

There is nothing surprising about Fan Mu's moves, that is, he is powerful and heavy, splitting, covering, intercepting, blocking, teasing, rushing, belting, picking, stabbing, swinging and other moves are used again and again, which seems to be majestic, but it did not bring any substantial damage to Ling Huheng.

Don't look at Ling Huheng's thin body, but his strength is not small, with an extremely heavy "no edge" fairy sword, and also set up a jujube yang lance of about the same weight, he is still at ease. It's just that he couldn't figure out if Fan Mu was still hiding behind, so he didn't dare to take the initiative.

But the two of them fought to a hundred rounds, Fan Mu's moves were used again and again, and they still couldn't fight for a long time, Fan Mu couldn't help but feel anxious, and said secretly: "I beat such a kid, and I can't win it after more than a hundred rounds, won't it be worthy of my prestige? No, it seems that I have to use a magic weapon!"

Ling Hu Heng saw Fan Mu's eyes flickering, knowing that his donkey skills were poor, I was afraid that his martial arts skills were also commonplace, and he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart: "You big stupid bear, you actually scare me with a look like you are strong in martial arts, see how I clean you up!"

What Ling Huheng didn't know was that Fan Mu was born in a secular general, and he only used a family heirloom lance method, and did not have any subtle moves. It must be known that the lance method must be matched with a war horse to exert the greatest strength, and after getting off the horse, the power is greatly reduced, and even the most famous "back horse pistol" stunt can not be used.

So why didn't Fan Mu directly use the magic weapon, but chose to use the lance? In his consciousness, the lance represents a kind of identity, after all, not everyone can afford to play with the lance, let alone his hammered jujube yang lance. And his previous opponents were relatively weak, even with this half-baked lance method, coupled with his cultivation of the Great Perfection in the late Yuan Infant period, he also danced vigorously, and ordinary people were shocked when they saw it, and they had no intention of fighting. Can Ling Hu Heng be so easy to fool? Naturally not! Ling Hu Heng studied under the silent Taoist, and his basic skills are very solid, and he has experienced so many life and death moments, he has already tempered his state of mind to the realm where the mountains collapse in front of him and his face does not change, where can he be fooled casually with the opponent before Fan Mu!

Ling Hu Heng grasped the moment when Fan Mu wanted to remove the lance method to use the magic weapon, and instantly unfolded the "Linfeng Imperial Sword Technique", and the sword technique like a tide rushed towards Fan Mu!

Fan Mu Buyu has been pressed by him so powerless that Ling Hu Heng would actually make a move at the moment when he had a flaw, and he was startled, and he didn't even have time to dig out the magic weapon, so he quickly picked up the jujube yang lance and blocked Ling Hu Heng's phantom fairy sword.

"Bang !!"

With a muffled sound, Fan Mu was knocked back several steps by the "Wufeng" fairy sword, his feet slipped, and he almost fell off the stage......!

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