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- "Luo Shan'er, you are so despicable, youyou, luckily you came out of the Qingfeng Kingdom with Xiao Lin. Don't you know how important this competition is to Xiao Lin!" The words of the sturdy young man were filled with emotions. Angry.
If looks could kill at this moment, then the angry look in the stout young man's eyes would be enough to kill this woman named Luo Shan'er a thousand times.
The smile on Luo Shan'er's face was still brilliant, but the look she looked at Xu Lin was full of strangeness.
This is a kind of crazy strangeness, this is a kind of madness that I can¡¯t get, and would rather destroy him, this is a kind of jealous and twisted madness!
"Zhen Zimu, take your stinky hands away from me, or I won't care and chop your stinky hands off." The young man in rich clothes who stopped the beautiful woman said with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
The stout young man's eyes were a little red at this time. He was just about to fight desperately with this man in fine clothes when he felt Xu Lin's palm slapped on his shoulder.
"Brother Zhen, don't get along with them. They are deliberately irritating you." A cold voice gently passed into Zhen Zimu's ears.
It was Xu Lin who was speaking. Looking at the calm Xu Lin, Zhen Zimu sighed.
The young man in Huafu is the best among Chengtian Dao's one hundred thousand Nascent Soul disciples. Although he ranks low among the core disciples, he is definitely not something Zhen Zimu can handle.
If there is a conflict, Zhen Zimu will definitely be the one who suffers.
But now he would rather fight with the man in fine clothes than have his brother's wish be strangled in such a despicable way.
Generally based on the opportunity of the sect competition. Disciples like Xu Lin who are not bad at cultivation and have good talents will not be placed with the top disciples of the sect.
Because the top disciples of the sect do not need to take the preliminary examination at all. They only need to wait until the top two hundred among the ordinary disciples are determined, and then join the competition to rank among the top three hundred of the sect.
The top 100 are the core disciples, although the next 200 are unlikely to become core disciples. But you will also get generous rewards.
For example, Tiandi Good Fortune Pill is one of the rewards for the top 300.
"The duel between ordinary disciples is based on the wheel method. There are a thousand arenas, and each arena has a thousand people. In the end, only one person can advance to this arena.
Even if you are promoted. It will take more than five rounds of decisive battles. Only then would it be possible to advance to the last two hundred people.
If Xu Lin¡¯s opponent in the first game is Yang Yunxiong, it basically means that he has no hope of entering the top 200.
It can even be said that his ranking in the competition can only reach this position.
This is why Zhen Zimu is so angry, because Yang Yunxiong's approach is to cut off Xu Lin's way forward.
After all, Yang Yunxiong ranks in the eighties among the one hundred top disciples, plus he has the top magic weapon. Xu Lin had no chance of winning at all.
¡°Boy, you must be wise, otherwise your hand would have been gone long ago!¡± When Yang Yunxiong said this, his provocative eyes fell on Xu Lin again.
"Xu, I heard that this competition is very important to you, haha, then I'm sorry, I will kill you in three moves later."
"All your thoughts are just thoughts!"
Xu Lin looked at Yang Yunxiong coldly and said nothing. But Luo Shan'er, who was familiar with him, knew that he was extremely angry.
And besides anger. His look usually expresses determination. An unwavering determination. Seeing the determination that she admired back then, Luo Shan'er's heart couldn't help but move.
Isn¡¯t it because of this determination that I have been unable to forget this person over the years? But what's the use of his determination? In Chengtian Dao, everything depends on strength. Without strength, you are nothing!
Although Xu Lin is outstanding among the outer disciples, Yang Yunxiong¡¯s father is the master of the outer sect and is a dignified Taoist.
Although the Yang family is not the top sect in Chengtian Dao, the ancestor of the Yang family is also a Taoist sect.
Xu Lin, who only had a seriously injured mother to rely on, could compare himself to Yang Yunxiong, and he was still a little dismissive of himself.
¡°Humph, my aunt was blind to fall in love with him. Not to mention that he was lukewarm towards her, even if he was passionate about her, she should still find Brother Xiong.
"Brother Xiong has always been a compassionate person. If you can't bear the beating on stage, kneel down and kowtow three times to Brother Xiong. Maybe Brother Xiong will spare you." As Luo Shan'er spoke, she used her body to Yang Yunxiong rubbed his thick arm and said, "Brother Xiong, are you right?"
Yang Yunxiong was very satisfied with this kind of service. He hugged the woman's delicate body vigorously and said, "You are right, then it is right."
Xu Lin snorted, and just as he was about to speak, he heard someone in the void say: "Yang Yunxiong, Xu Lin, Channel 108."
This sentence implies a kind of majesty that only Taoists can have.
Yang Yunxiong laughed, kissed Luo Shan'er's cheek wantonly with a big mouth, and said proudly: "Baby, wait for a moment, let's talk again after I take care of this kid."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and a five-color auspicious cloud suddenly rose from his feet. Yang Yunxiong above the colorful cloud was like a god, majestic.
Luo Shan'er looked at Yang Yunxiong soaring into the sky, with a trace of intoxication rising in her eyes. Although she still couldn't forget the figure in front of her in her heart, Yang Yunxiong was really too important to her.
After all, Yang Yunxiong determines her future destiny.
Xu Lin smiled at Zhen Zimu, and also rose into the air and flew towards the ring. Zhen Zimu looked at Xu Lin flying into the air and said loudly: "Xiao Lin, don't be too forced to do things. I think my aunt hopes that you will be safe." Nothing."
Xu Lin did not say a word, but his eyes were full of determination.
Although Yang Yunxiong¡¯s colorful auspicious clouds are very dazzling, in this thousand-year competition, they are just a small wave in the sea. Not to mention a few high-ranking Taoists, even ordinary Taoists, not many cared about it.
What is of concern are the Taoists responsible for monitoring this scene. One of them said: "Then shouldn't Yang Yunxiong participate in the competition here?"
"He is willing to participate. Let him participate. Hall Master Yang, this son, likes to make mischief." Another Taoist said with deep meaning in his words.
When he said this, others immediately understood. During their cultivation journey, they had often encountered such things, so they all turned a blind eye to such things.
You have no power. Who will fight for you?
Yang Yunxiong looked at the young man standing opposite him, like a cat looking at a mouse and said: "Boy, I've been dissatisfied with you for a long time. This time, I won't beat you until you cry daddy within three moves." Mom, I¡¯ll take your last name!¡±
As he spoke, he patted his Little Universe Bag. A flash of green light. With the extremely sharp Dao pattern, he slashed towards Xu Lin.
Although Yang Yunxiong gives people a disgusting feeling, his magic power is definitely not inferior to the great powers such as Tiantu Emperor in the Zhou Dynasty.
It can even be said that his understanding of Dao patterns is still higher than that of Emperor Tiantu and others, but he is less. This is the style of Emperor Tiantu and others.
The style of a master!
"The style of a master cannot be developed by just cultivating enough. It requires years of experience, countless battles, and
But if Yang Yunxiong and Emperor Tiantu, and even Mr. Zhiyi and others are put together to fight, Emperor Tiantu and others will definitely not be able to take advantage.
The green light turned into a giant ax in the void, instantly blocking all surrounding spaces. This kind of power gives people a feeling that there is no way to hide.
"Qingyang Ax. I didn't expect Senior Brother Yang to take action in the first game. That boy is going to be in trouble. It's not good to offend anyone. How dare you offend Senior Brother Yang." A middle-aged Nascent Soul monk looked at the Hengtian giant ax and said, Said with emotion.
The companion beside him also nodded and said: "Some time ago, I saw Senior Brother Yang fighting against someone. He was a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage and was defeated by Senior Brother Yang with an axe."
"This Qingyang Ax seems to be a Taoist treasure, right?"
"Although it is only half a Taoist treasure, in the hands of Senior Brother Yang, it is no worse than a Taoist treasure. This is the strength of our inner sect's top disciples."
Xu Lin didn't care at all about the comments outside. At this time, he felt that it was difficult to move his body.
After all, there is a big gap between his cultivation and that of Yang Yunxiong, and he is even worse than Yang Yunxiong in terms of his understanding of Dao patterns.
After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly slapped his Small Universe Bag, and a black flying sword flew out of his Small Universe Bag.
"Compared with Yang Yunxiong's cyan Qingyang ax, this black flying sword is not even a level worse. It is not like Yang Yunxiong's axe, which caused the earth to tremble.
"Based on this black wood sword that all Yuanying monks are equipped with, I guess that boy can't take an ax from Senior Brother Yang Yunxiong."
As soon as this conclusion came out, many monks immediately agreed, and Luo Shan'er had already started shouting: "Brother Yang, come on!"
But at this moment, Xu Lin hit his head fiercely, and everything was cold and cold.The brilliance flew out of his head in an instant and disappeared into the ink wood sword above his head.
The Momu Sword, which had been suppressed in momentum, was more radiant than Yang Yunxiong's Qingyang Ax at this moment.
The billowing sword light broke through the light envelope of the Qingyang Ax, shining brightly in all directions in an instant.
In an instant, the sword light of the Black Wood Sword and the ax of the Qingyang Ax collided heavily in the void.
At the moment of collision, just as the Qingyang Ax was about to burst into golden flames, it was directly surrounded by a layer of ice as black as ink.
The Qingyang Ax fell directly to the ground amid the ice.
It fell to the ground like a piece of scrap metal.
No one expected such an unexpected ending, but the ink wood sword did not stop at this moment, and was still slashing towards Yang Yunxiong.
The sudden change not only shocked the people watching below, but also Yang Yunxiong.
Yang Yunxiong didn¡¯t expect that he would lose!
He was defeated in the hands of a trash he had never taken a liking to, defeated in the hands of a nobody!
How is this possible? How could my Qingyang Ax fall so easily! (To be continued.)
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