Fantasy: My Disciples Are All Protagonist Templates

On the ring, Tang Ling from the Blood Seeker was helpless to fight back, and was crushed and beaten by Fang Ming from Huaying Pavilion, unable to move at all.

Under the arena, the monks who talked a lot were also one-sided, and they were not optimistic about the blood-seeking sect chosen by Brother Chen.

The noisy voices came and went one after another, making it particularly lively.

But what they didn't realize was that Lin Rushi on the trial bench frowned, staring straight at Fang Ming on the ring, and shook his head involuntarily.

You know, the exclusive secretary of Huaying Pavilion is really fast, but she still can't escape the capture of Lin Rushi's powerful spiritual sense.

Therefore, in Lin Rushi's eyes, Fang Ming, who appeared in the arena, was almost like a newborn baby, whose movements were extremely clumsy.

"Fang Ming, don't you still surrender? You have no strength to fight back. If you continue like this, you will only lose face for your sect. Since you came to power, you have no chance to make a move!"

Fang Ming's voice rang out on the ring, with a touch of pride.

Chen Ge was so sure that the Blood Seekers could win, and he was not optimistic about their Huaying Pavilion. Fang Ming wanted to break Chen Ge's impression of Huaying Pavilion.

He wanted Chen Ge to know that their Huaying Pavilion was no weaker than the Bloodseeking Sect.

And stronger, much stronger!
"Shadow Stream!"

With a loud shout, Fang Ming's disappearing figure appeared behind Tang Ling in an instant, soaring into the air, his whole body and shadow turned into a horse, and rushed towards Tang Ling.

Boom!
Dust and smoke billowed from the arena immediately, and a figure flew upside down in an instant, hitting the protective formation heavily.

The protective array enveloped the entire arena, and the moment the figure flying upside down collided with it, it was as if a piece of glass was cracked inch by inch, and the cracks spread like spider webs.

clack clack-

There was a sound like glass shattering, and this figure also slowly slid down.

This person was not Tang Ling, but Fang Ming who had the upper hand from the beginning.

Fang Ming passed out, his body was covered with scarlet blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"What! This person is actually Fang Ming. Didn't Fang Ming just beat Tang Ling?"

"There was a loud bang just now, and thick blood mist filled the entire arena. Who knows what happened at that moment just now?"

"It seems that Sect Master Chen Ge is right. The facts are in front of us. No matter what happened at that moment just now, the monks of the Blood Seeker Sect won out..."

"We are short-sighted..."

……

"Looking for the Blood Sect, Tang Ling wins!" Seeing that Fang Ming was already unconscious, Monk Kong Kong announced loudly without hesitation.

He's not stupid. Since his boss is betting on Tang Lingying, he doesn't want to cause trouble, so he just announces it.

"Wow—"

As soon as the announcement fell, the monks on the scene were in an uproar.

As for the cultivator who had just vowed, pointed out the country, and was sure that Fang Ming would win, at this moment, his face was as red as a monkey's butt, and he was dumbfounded.

"Lin Ru is a brother?"

On the referee's seat, Chen Ge raised his eyebrows, looked sideways at Lin Rushi, and signaled him to pass on the sword technique just now to him.

Canghai Sword Art, this sword art is not a vulgar thing at first glance!

Even if Chen Ge has a system, it is impossible to be supernatural in swordsmanship, but if you have too many skills, who will spend more money on you?

"Haha, Brother Chen Ge's sharp eyesight, he can see who is strong and who is weak at a glance, it really makes me feel ashamed..." Lin Rushi laughed loudly. In fact, even before the competition, he couldn't tell which of the two sides was better. .

It wasn't until the competition intensified that Lin Rushi realized that there was something wrong with Fang Ming's attacking method.

Although Fang Ming is a clever change, he can keep pressing and beating.

But Tang Ling had been waiting for an opportunity from the very beginning, and when the spiritual power in Fang Ming's body was almost exhausted, he would give him a fatal blow.

It can't be blamed that Tang Ling knows how to calculate, but the cultivators of the blood hunting sect rely on their blood for food, so their defensive power is naturally stronger.

To put it simply, it is a game of speed and strength.

As for the result, it was obvious that Fang Ming from Huaying Pavilion lost.

"It's just a trick!"

Chen Ge said lightly, "Lin Rushi is not a monk in the Eastern Region, and he knows very little about the sects in the Eastern Region. Naturally, it is impossible to observe as finely as he does.

"Brother Chen Ge is humble!"

Saying that, Lin Rushi didn't hesitate, and immediately pointed his sword and shot towards Chen Ge's eyebrows.

boom!
A little light the size of a grain of rice fell into the center of Chen Ge's eyebrows, and the vast sword formula immediately spread out in his mind, which was cumbersome and mysterious.

Even singer Chen who has many secret techniques can't help but be shocked by this sword technique.

"Sure enough, the monks in the Great Wilderness are indeed very different from our Eastern Territory..." Chen Ge thought to himself.

And at this moment, a mechanical notification sounded in his mind.

"Ding, the invincible suzerain system is starting..."

"Ding, I caught a swordsmanship supernatural power in the host's mind, which is being mastered for the host..."

"Ding, the system has automatically cultivated the Canghai Sword Art to great success..."

……

The sudden joy caused Chen Ge, who was still in deep thought, to raise his eyebrows.

Good guy, I didn't expect the system to be able to directly master foreign exercises.

Chen Ge was overjoyed in his heart, but his face was expressionless. He must not let others know that he has a system, otherwise he would be the public enemy of the entire immortal cultivation world.

Who would be willing to let a guy with cheats gradually grow up under their noses, and finally surpass them?
No one will.

It's as if the older generation hates the younger generation who break the rules, and everything joins forces to resist, because these rules are beneficial to the older generation.

Once new rules appear, it means the end of the older generation.

"Tianyuan Valley vs Qing Sizong."

"Qing Sizong won..."

"Jiang Hongmen vs Yuhuajianmen."

"The Feathering Sword Sect wins..."

"Niaoyingu vs. Zhenxuan Pavilion."

"The Zhenxuan Pavilion won..."

……

Following the sound of Monk Kongkong's voice, it was already evening after the competition, and the sun was setting.

Among the cultivator sects participating in the competition, there were crying and laughing, with different expressions.

But the only thing that was the same was that none of the monks present had left, and there were even some monks coming from outside the mountain gate.

Not for anything else, just because Chen Ge had promised before the match that after the match was over, he would discuss swords with Lin Rushi in public.

A fit period.

One statue and one sword shook to death Taiyi Wangchen in the fusion period.

The competition between Chen Ge and Lin Rushi is a rare event in a hundred years. If these monks miss it, it is equivalent to missing the opportunity.

"Brother Chen Ge, this competition is over, please honor your promise." Lin Rushi stood up and scanned the messy arena in front of him with a smile.

After a bright day, the Tianwu Peak's arena was already rotten.

Even the formation with one corner in the arena was smashed to pieces in many monk competitions.

Together with the defensive array and the repair array, it collapsed directly.