Qiao Zhennan was very lucky, he had just signed up and met a first-order cultivator of the Yuan Infant Great Perfection Lingqi.

Although Qiao Yannan's current cultivation is only the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, he has already comprehended some of the meaning of transforming into a god, and it can be regarded as having the strength of the False God Realm, plus the power of the demon cultivation is already even stronger, plus the evil qi here, it is like the time of the day. Therefore, Qiao Zhannan won this battle easily, and if he continued like this, he could at least enter between fifty-one and one hundred.

Lin Luotian also signed up, his luck is okay, from now on this group, he is the fourth group, he looked at the two people in the ring, one is the first order monk of the Yuanying Great Perfection Lingqi, and the other is just an ordinary Yuanying Great Perfection monk, it seems that the battle will end soon, so he is waiting here.

Sure enough, the Yuanying Great Perfection monk hadn't even survived the three moves, and was defeated by the Yuanying Great Perfection First-Order Spirit Enlightenment Monk, and in order not to fall into the blood pool, the monk immediately surrendered and admitted defeat. But the other party seemed to be enjoying the killing, and even if he said that he had conceded defeat, the flying sword flashed out and cut off the monk's head. And the soul and the Yuan Infant don't want to escape, under this heavy evil aura, there is nothing to hide, only to die.

The second group is two Yuanying Great Perfection Lingqi first-order monks, the two are similar in strength, and they are both Lingqi monks, this battle has been fought for a long time, and when they get to the back, they are basically fighting for spiritual qi directly. You can't take pills in the thorn ring, but the magic weapon is not limited, so once a certain party's aura is exhausted, it is basically lost.

After the three incense sticks, one of them had no support and had to admit defeat.

The third group has nothing to look at, it is two Yuanying peak monks, Lin Luotian moved his body and bones, ready to fight.

A Yuanying Great Perfection monk next to him glanced at Lin Luotian, hugged his fists and said, "This is Lin Daoyou, the next one is us...... However, but I just looked at the battle standings, you ...... You seem to be ......"

"You read that right, I'm a martial artist. Lin Luotian said lightly.

When he signed up before, the registered monk was also surprised for a long time, after all, there are not many martial artists here, and Zhou Xuan and Mu Lingfeng are very powerful. And when the event was arranged later, Lin Luotian was just lined up with a Yuanying Great Perfection monk here, because when he registered, Lin Luotian's cultivation was a flesh-and-blood derivative masterpiece, which was equivalent to the level of the late Yuanying to the peak, plus the martial artist of the same realm was not the opponent of the cultivator of the same realm, so the registered monk kindly said that he could do a cheat and change to a cultivator with the same realm.

"Haha, this is the first time I have fought with a martial artist, but Lin Daoyou, don't worry, I won't show all my strength. In fact, Ma Dawei's heart is already happy at the moment, and he won this battle steadily. He has fought ten battles here, and if he wins all ten games in a row, then he can challenge the Thorns Leaderboard, he has always been very lucky, and he has won nine games in a row, so as long as he wins Lin Luotian, he can challenge the Thorns Leaderboard. Although he knew that his strength would not be ranked in the top one hundred and fifty at all, it was also an honor to be defeated by those people, and at least his fame would soar.

Lin Luotian didn't say anything, and walked forward, at this time, the third group was over, and the two of them fell into the pool of blood, so naturally they didn't come up again.

There is only a narrow passage from the candidate area to the Thorn Ring, and on both sides of the passage are pools of bright red blood, and sometimes there will be bones that keep burrowing out and sinking. This scene is coupled with a strong evil aura that turns into substance, it is very scary, and there have been several times in the past, and some of the people who came to challenge have not yet entered the thorn ring, and they just gave up just walking here.

"Writing into life and death, can this be said to have entered life and death......" The evil qi in his body kept rolling, and Lin Luotian urged the Shen Scroll, the Micro Scroll, and the Immortal Scroll to the extreme, he did not suppress the evil qi, but as Ling Su said, he spread his will and felt the evil qi around him.

Just like poison, poison is poisonous all over the body, but it does not poison itself, that is because it is poison itself, and the body has been integrated with poison, so poison is not just poison for poison, but a part of the body. Evil qi is also a principle, Lin Luotian showed a trace of sudden expression in his heart, he was confident that as long as he fought a few battles, he could basically figure out this evil qi.

Ma Dawei and Lin Luotian stood on both sides, and then a surround voice sounded: "What you are seeing now is the thirty-eighth battle today, and the Taoist friend on this side is Ma Dawei, the Yuanying Great Perfection Monk. The Taoist friend on this side is Lin Luotian, everyone listen next, he is a martial artist, and his strength is only equivalent to the late Yuan Infant to the peak. But don't look down on martial artists, there have been martial artists who have challenged before, Zhou Xuan directly entered the fifty-first place in the thorn rankings, and Mu Lingfeng directly entered the fiftieth place in the thorn rankings, so don't be optimistic, there may be accidents. ”

You don't talk about this before a fight in a normal battle, but you only talk about a fight that people find interesting. And now, Lin Luotian challenged the cultivators with a martial artist, and he was two levels lower, which naturally attracted their attention.

Sure enough, this pre-game commentary, there was a lot of discussion on the visiting stage, some people were optimistic, some people were not optimistic.

Ma Dawei's face was a little strange at the moment, he suddenly found that this arrangement was not good, if he defeated Lin Luotian, there would be nothing to be proud of at all, but he might still be laughed at. But if he is defeated by Lin Luotian, it will be even more faceless, a cultivator is actually defeated by a martial artist, it is better to jump directly into the blood pool.

"Lin Daoyou, can we start?"

Lin Luotian nodded, and at the same time, his combat power was extremely sublimated, the blue-red blood, the golden aura, the silver-purple thunder, all kinds of brilliance exploded around Lin Luotian's body.

Ma Dawei's eyelids jumped slightly, and he suddenly noticed a hint of danger. Ma Dawei's divine sense was swept away, and Lin Luotian's breath fluctuations were still at the peak level of the late Yuan Infant period, how could he feel a trace of danger? He couldn't help but secretly say that he was suspicious, after all, he was just a martial artist, and then raised his hand and covered it with a palm, and a spiritual power big handprint was violently suppressed.

But Lin Luotian didn't make any moves, and the big handprint just came into contact with the breath of the extreme sublimation of his combat power, and it collapsed with a bang.

"Daoist friends don't have to keep their hands, just show all their strength. ”

Ma Dawei's pupils shrank suddenly, although his move was nothing, but a Yuanying Great Perfection Monk had to at least defend. But Lin Luotian didn't move, and he couldn't even break the protective strength outside his body, was the other party's strength really that strong?

The monks on the visiting platform also cheered continuously, and they were all surprised by Lin Luotian's strength, and couldn't help but be optimistic about Lin Luotian.

Ma Dawei's eyes froze, his right hand was raised, and a flying sword came out, this is a superb flying sword, which can be regarded as his strongest attack flying sword. But as soon as the flying sword shot out, Lin Luotian suddenly clamped it with two fingers, and the spiritual power attached to the flying sword was annihilated in an instant. Ma Dawei received his consciousness and wanted to recall the flying sword, but he had lost contact with the flying sword.

"It's the first time for Daoyou to fight with a martial artist, you probably don't know, it's best not to use magic weapons when fighting with martial artists, the higher the cultivation of a martial artist, the purer the blood and qi, and it will corrode the divine sense. Lin Luotian said as if explaining, and then let go of his fingers and returned the flying sword to Ma Dawei.

Taking over the flying sword, Ma Dawei finally looked solemn now, and for the first time he felt tricky, he really underestimated the martial artist. But he's already won nine in a row, and this one must be won, must win, no matter how you say it!

"What Lin Daoyou said is that I won't take it lightly in the future, I've won nine games in a row, so I have to win this one...... Phantom door, open!"

Ma Dawei's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and his palms slapped the ground three times in a row, and then three doors appeared around Lin Luotian. These three doors are red, blue and blue, and they are all hideous ghosts, with teeth and claws, and their faces are terrifying. But it's not that simple, the red, blue, and blue ghosts suddenly came out of the door, laughing fiercely, hovering around, as if they wanted to find a place on Lin Luotian's body, and then burrow in to devour the soul.

Lin Luotian said lightly: "The blood qi of the martial artist is also restrained by these things, and the will I comprehend is different, if I break this spell, I am afraid that you will be subject to a certain backlash." In addition, the martial artist cultivates the spirit and flesh together, and this trick has no effect on me at all. ”

"Don't think it's that simple, explode for me!" Ma Dawei showed a look of annoyance, his divine sense moved, and the three phantom ghost gates shattered to the ground, and an extremely strong annihilation force spread out in all directions.

But when the light dissipated, Lin Luotian didn't move at all, not even a single hair was blown, and it was obvious that the explosion just now was nothing more than that. Lin Luotian looked at the ground, which seemed to be made of a special material, and even after so many battles, it was not damaged much.

This scene naturally became the topic of conversation among the monks on the visiting stage, they did not think that Ma Dawei's cultivation was weak, but that Lin Luotian was too strong. He didn't attack, he didn't defend, he just stood there and let the other party fight, but the opponent couldn't even tear the protective strength outside his body, which was enough to reflect the difference in strength between the two sides...... It's not that the cultivator is too weak, but the martial artist's Lin Luotian is too strong!

Ma Dawei's face turned blue, obviously knowing that he might have become the laughing stock of others now, he looked at Lin Luotian and said loudly: "Will you only stand there? I will also stand here and not move, you have the ability to attack me!"

There are sound reinforcement stones on the thorn ring, which can amplify the sound, Ma Dawei's words are heard by all the monks, most of them are scoffing, you can't do anything to others if they don't move, when others attack, I'm afraid you can't even see clearly.

"Are you sure I'm going to attack you?"

"Yes, I'll just stand here and don't move, and if I move, I'll jump into the pool of blood!"

Lin Luotian's right index finger flickered, and a Nine Heavens slashed through, and the thunder blade quickly expanded in Ma Dawei's pupils, and he instinctively dodged to the side.

(To be continued...... ）