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Part One I am a Hunter Chapter 513 The Beast Fighter (1)

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    The nearest high stone platform is no more than ten feet away from Linghu, and it is much lower. There is no obstruction to the line of sight, and you can clearly see everything happening on the high platform.  Four old men wearing magician robes came up. They were all high-ranking nobles. After standing in four directions, they activated the magic barriers that had been prepared.  When the magic barrier visible to the naked eye emerged, a young man walked out from each side of the high platform. On the left was a slender magician. Because his back was to Linghu Jue, his appearance could not be seen clearly.  But Linghu Jue knew that he was not Wu Meng, because the information showed that Wu Meng was a warrior, so he focused more on the young man coming up from the right. He was tall, with a stereotyped face, and a deep and indifferent pace.  As he approached, the whole person's temperament was cold and sharp, with an invisible majesty that made people extremely chilling and uneasy.  We are all familiar with each other, and there is no need to exchange names.  After the two people stood more than ten feet apart and stood facing each other, one of the old magicians who activated the barrier said in a deep voice: "You all know the rules, so I won't say any more. Let's start now."  The tall and thin magician facing Linghu Jue floated up, drifted backwards, and instantly cast several low-level magics, such as slowness, stiff light, etc., in order to distance himself.  Without saying a word, Wu Meng used his body shield to block the incoming stiff light, and soared into the sky like an eagle.  The tall and thin magician had finished chanting quickly, and a huge meteorite rushed down from the void. The air was dispersed, rolling and rolling, and it pressed towards Wu Meng with the force of thunder and thousands of hooks.  Wu Meng, who was in the air, exhaled suddenly, pushed his palms out from his chest, and faced the meteorite like a stormy sea.  A huge roaring earthquake suddenly exploded.  In the sound of shaking.  The tall and thin magician's second light stone technique has been sacrificed.  With one breath.  Wu Meng's palms came in from the outer circle at the same time, drawing a wonderful arc, and then pushed out suddenly. Waves of wonderful Gang Qi rolled out like waves, swirling and swirling, filling the surrounding five-foot-square space!  The light stone was shattered before it was pressed down.  What a strong force.  Linghu Jue, who was staring at the outside of the field, secretly said in astonishment.  The strength released by this Wu Meng was much stronger than the half-step standing king he had seen before, and it seemed to have a swirling stickiness.  The tall and thin magician on the high platform also knew Wu Meng's strengths and weaknesses, and used drifting to distance himself every time he released magic.  Wu Meng is not stupid either. He no longer moves his position, but instead dances with his palms, using his powerful strength to limit the space where the tall and thin magician can move.  The tall and thin magician¡¯s wand shook up a whirlpool-like halo of light, and as he sang softly, the halo of light suddenly rose.  It turned into a bolt of lightning that shot towards Wu Meng.  Wu Meng suddenly shook his arms and turned over, taking a long diagonal step.  The left hand stood upright like a knife. At the moment when it slashed down diagonally, the five fingers trembled rapidly, and countless air currents were formed during the trembling, just like a fish swimming in the water, so light and subtle, yet so natural.  Go against the opponent's magic attack.  "Thousand Blades Style." Linghu Jue, who was watching from the sidelines, instantly judged that this move was the martial skill mentioned in the information.  The tall and thin magician knew that this move was powerful. He waved and raised his wand, and a thick wall of light was suddenly built.  But he was still a little slow, and a stream of air was as strong as the tail of a shooting star that flickered out in an instant - the tall and thin magician screamed in fear, and a trace of blood loomed on his chest.  "I give up!" The tall, thin magician said angrily as if he was frustrated.  Wu Meng turned around and retreated with a cold expression without moving his eyebrows.  The people of the Guangming tribe who were paying attention to the game suddenly let out deafening cheers, and the same cheers sounded almost one after another in all directions.  When the people next to him began to stand up and rush towards the other high platform where the competition was not over yet, Linghu Jue was still sitting with a slightly solemn expression. Through his careful observation just now, he had already seen that Wu Meng's fighting spirit was different from that of ordinary people.  The difference is that most people's fighting spirit is contained in Dou Dan, but it seems that every pore in his body contains fighting spirit. Between sending and receiving, it is not entirely forced in and out by Dou Dan.  This unique fighting spirit is not only strong and fast, but also seems to have a potential connection with the body.  It's just that he didn't try his best just now. He couldn't see how powerful this connection was?  Seeing that Linghu Jue was silent and fidgeting beside him, Luo Haicao, who was looking eagerly into the distance, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He bent down and curled his lips and said, "Hey, Sister Haiwei doesn't seem to be over yet. Do you want to go over and have a look?" Linghu  Jue raised his head and saw that everyone had gathered near several high platforms where the competition had not yet ended. The dark water was suffocating. He suddenly lost interest and shook his head: "Forget it, if you are interested, go on your own." Luo Haicao is here.  I just came to watch the excitement, how could I not be interested?  But remembering Sister Haiwei's instructions, she sat down again, put her hands on her knees and dragged herCheeks, with a bitter look on his face.  Standing up quietly, Linghu Jue lowered his head and said, "I'm going back, where are you?" Luo Haicao glanced at him dissatisfied, stood up without energy, and said reluctantly: "Then go back."  After returning to the mansion, Linghu Jue went directly to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and carefully recalled Wu Meng's Thousand Blades style.  His thoughts were wandering in the mourning platform for a while, and Luo Tiandiao came. After closing the door, he smiled at Linghu Jue, who had stood up to greet him, and said, "How is it? Boy, what have you gained?" With an elegant smile, Linghu Jue was at Luo Tiandiao.  After Tiandiao took his seat, he said slowly: "Wu Meng is more difficult than I thought. I have a feeling that even an ordinary king may not be his opponent." Luo Tiandiao nodded slightly and continued meaningfully:  "Tell me, what's the trick?" Linghu Jue knew that Mr. Luo was testing his own vision, so he said without any secret: "Wu Meng's fighting spirit is very strange. Regardless of the way of luck or the fighting spirit itself,  It seems to be different from ordinary fighting spirit. Not only is it powerful, but it also seems to have a pulling force. I can't tell what it means." Luo Tiandiao nodded deeply and said, "You must be right.  My God, while making alchemy, my ancestor also carefully investigated these so-called Four Young Masters of Light. Indeed, as you said, this Wu Meng is not an ordinary warrior. " "Linghu Jue?"  Very surprised.  Remember before.  When there is a conflict between himself and the temple.  I have met a few so-called temple warriors with various animal shapes carved on their shoulder armors, but they are too weak. Compared with Wu Meng, they can be said to be worlds apart.  Luo Tiandiao said deeply: "I also heard what my ancestor said. It involves some of the highest secrets of our clan. It is not convenient for our ancestor to reveal too much. He only said that Wu Meng has the power of the blood of some kind of mythical beast in his body."  . His physique and fighting spirit are different from ordinary people, so you must not underestimate him." Linghu Jue smiled, a bright light flowing on his face. The opponent was strong, but not so strong that he felt afraid.  , if it is one-on-one, no beast warrior or light knight can be his enemy at the same level.  As if hesitating for a moment, Luo Tiandiao lowered his voice and said: "I saw the tone and posture of my ancestor when he said those words. It seems that I want to train you to become a mythical beast warrior." "What?"  Linghu Jue was really surprised this time, with a look of confusion on his face.  Luo Tiandiao scratched his forehead.  He said hesitantly: "I am not sure. Our ancestors just said to themselves that the power of the bloodline of divine beasts can maximize your physical strength and make up for your weak physical strength." Linghu Jue looked at it gratefully.  Looking at Luo Tiandiao, he knew that this was Mr. Luo's reminder to him, letting him know what he was thinking.  "Boy, are you sure?" Luo Tiandiao suddenly said this, obviously he already knew that Haikou and Linghu Jue's bet that his father had boasted about would be fulfilled.  He understood his father's nature and this was an opportunity for Linghu Jue. For his own face and Linghu Jue's future, his father would definitely let Linghu Jue win at all costs.  But no one can tell what his father will do if he loses.  This is also what worries him!  Linghu is by no means an arrogant person. It can even be said that under normal circumstances, he is very cautious.  But this kind of caution is relative. He knows when to be strong and when to be domineering. With his eyes shining with inner meaning, he said firmly: "We must win." This actually has two meanings. One is that victory is inevitable.  Confidence.  The second is to motivate himself. If he loses this battle, let alone the Golden Thunder Secret Realm, he may not even be able to obtain the Holy Fruit.  This was unacceptable to him.  Luo Tiandiao was naturally not that smart. All he understood was Linghu Jue's belief that he would win. He laughed and patted Linghu Jue on the shoulder and said, "Haha, that's good." The two chatted for a few more words.  At Linghu Jue's request, Luo Tiandiao brought Linghu Jue to the trial site and entered the dark room inlaid with psychedelic stones.  Under Luo Tiandiao¡¯s guidance, Linghu Jue successfully entered the illusion of the psychedelic stone, but to his surprise, the illusion produced by the psychedelic stone had no effect on him.  Almost as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them, he was out of the illusion.  This made Luo Tiandiao very strange, and he even suspected that there was something wrong with the psychedelic stone.  It wasn't until I tried it myself that I realized that Linghu Jue was a monster.  Linghu Jue was surprised at first, but he realized it later.  He understood that the pure crystal heart in his body was getting stronger and stronger, which made him look forward to it¡ª¡ª Relying on illusions to hone the strength of his mental strength was no longer feasible, but the things his ancestors had prepared for him were not enough.  There are many, such as the magic lock he is using now, which is a magical instrument similar to a seal.  It looks like a small white headband. As soon as you put it on, your mental power and magic power are imprisoned.Well, only by mastering the transmission of spiritual power and the channeling of magic power extremely accurately and exquisitely, and combining the two naturally and harmoniously, can this magic lock be unlocked.  This magical lock stumped Linghu Jue. He was caught in the self-tangle between spiritual power and magical power. A slight mismatch in the allocation caused a pain from his soul, as if thousands of golden needles were piercing his spiritual platform, causing  He had to immediately separate his mental and magical powers.  After pondering over it carefully, he started a new round of unlocking, but it still failed.  An unwilling will made him make countless attempts to match mental power and magic power, but what he got in exchange was still the bursts of severe pain in the spiritual platform.  In the end, it was Luo Tiandiao who took off the magic lock from Linghu Jue's head. It was not that he was worried that Linghu Jue wouldn't be able to bear it, but that the second round of the competition was about to begin again.  (To be continued)
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