urban super dude

However, it is inevitable that he cannot be compared with the land warriors, so he dare not reveal his identity, otherwise there is no guarantee that the land warriors will not kill him.

But Linyuan is not in a hurry, he is holding the most precious poisonous banner deep in the clouds, and he has taken half a step to build the foundation in a short period of time, and he must succeed in building the foundation soon.

At that time, the Land Martial God Realm is nothing, it's just a chicken and a dog.

Originally, Linyuan planned to end the retreat after building the foundation, but the Hundred Sects Martial Arts was held instead.

Moreover, he knew that the No.1 of the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts will follow the destiny and will rule the entire ancient martial arts world.

That's why Lin Yuan decided to go out, determined to win No.1, but who knows, he met his most proud disciple in the first battle.

That's no way, in order to advance, Lin Yuan had no choice but to defeat Mo Dao.

At this moment.

Seeing the swooping black dragon, Mo Dao's face changed, and he hurriedly changed his hands, mobilizing Zhou Shen's poisonous mist to form a protective barrier, trying to block the black dragon.

boom!

Soon, the black dragon mist collided with the barrier condensed by the ink knife, making a muffled sound.

next moment.

The black dragon collapsed, and the barrier in front of Mo Dao also had cracks like spider webs.

"Yes, your strength has improved a lot."

Seeing this, Lin Yuan showed a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't speak, but transmitted his voice through his soul, making his own voice resound in Mo Dao's mind.

"You... who are you!"

Mo Dao was terrified for an instant, and at the same time looked at the young man in front of him with an ugly expression.

The voice sounded in my mind, what kind of method is this, it's too weird!

In addition, the opponent's light blow just now cracked his condensed barrier. This young man must be stronger than himself.

For a moment, Mo Dao knew that he was doomed to lose, and he had no intention of fighting back. He just wanted to find out the identity of the opponent.

He has done investigations on all the major talents in the ancient martial arts world, and he has never heard of a genius who is good at poisoning.

"Ha ha!"

Lin Yuan continued the soul transmission, and said in a cold voice: "You bastard, I am your master, the son of Jue Jue!"

The old poison has been in charge of the depths of the cloud for more than 100 years, but he doesn't like being called old poison.

So a long time ago, he gave himself an awesome name.

Because the old poison's poisoning skills are unique, and the means are unique, so he used his unique skills.

In addition, many old-fashioned characters add a zi to the end of their names to show their inscrutability, such as Dan Chenzi and Feng Yangzi.

Therefore, the old poison decided to add a suffix to his name, so he became the perfect child.

This name is only remembered by a few people. People in the ancient martial arts world prefer to call him Old Poison. Basically, only when Old Poison introduces himself will he call himself Juezizi, or in public, everyone will give him face. , Privately call him the old poison.

As for the name Linyuan, it was given to him by Chu Fusheng, who was a book boy after reincarnation.

Since he didn't want to be exposed, he called himself Linyuan. Now that his soul was transmitting voices, the old poison naturally spoke of his favorite name.

"Absolutely...absolutely son!"

Mo Dao was shocked when he heard this, and looked at the old poison with doubts in his eyes.

"You don't need to say too much, I can't reveal my identity yet, and you must know that what I practice as a teacher is the secret art of reincarnation, and I haven't grown to the peak yet."

Linyuan secretly sent a voice transmission: "You don't have to doubt my identity, with my means, it is not difficult to kill you, there is no need to fool you, and the most precious hundred poisonous banners deep in the clouds are on me, you should I can feel the breath of the Hundred Poison Banner."

Hearing this, Mo Dao has already believed Lin Yuan's words, the doubts in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by excitement, his eyes were moist.

"Okay, I will find you tonight and have a long talk with you all night. Now you admit defeat and save your strength to play the rematch."

The old poison smiled softly: "With your strength, it is not a big problem to enter the top ten. Don't let outsiders look down on me."

For this disciple, the old poison is very appreciative, because Mo Dao is the most talented arrogance in the depths of the clouds for hundreds of years.

Therefore, the old poison didn't want to hurt Mo Dao, so he chose the soul sound transmission.

Mo Dao nodded, he knew that Master didn't want to reveal his identity, even if he had a thousand words to say, it was inconvenient to say it now.

After pausing for a few seconds, Mo Dao clasped his fists at Lin Yuan and said, "Your Excellency's attainments in poison art are far superior to mine. I admit defeat, and I will seek your advice next time I have a chance."

After finishing speaking, Mo Dao jumped off the ring without hesitation, and left the scene without looking back.

The audience in the audience was stunned. What's going on, are the contestants on the seventh track all so temperamental, throwing in the towel at every turn?

but.

Tucao belongs to Tucao, and everyone can understand it. After all, poisonous art is too incomprehensible, and it will kill people at every turn.

If the disparity in strength is too great, there is no need to risk your life.

But in everyone's eyes, although there is a gap between Mo Dao and this young Tianjiao Linyuan, they can still compete.

However, Mo Dao did not do this. It is estimated that the idea is the same as that of Ximen Huxiao, intending to surrender to preserve his strength, and then advance through the rematch.

In short.

The competition on the seventh track is over, and Linyuan from a small border town has successfully advanced.

For a while, many people were discussing Lin Yuan's origin.

"This boy is only in his teens, but his strength is so strong, it's unbelievable."

"It is estimated that he has hidden his identity. In a small border town, there is actually such a genius, with unfathomable poison skills, which makes Mr. Mo Dao willing to bow down."

"Couldn't he be from the top ten ancient martial arts? Although the top ten ancient clans don't interfere in the affairs of the ancient martial arts world, but this time the No.1 of the hundred sects will be in charge of the ancient martial arts world. It's hard to guarantee that the ancient martial arts won't be tempted."

"It's possible that there are too many dark horses in this year's Hundred Schools Martial Arts Competition. There was Wang Fugui before, and here comes Linyuan."

"Don't forget, Su Yang, a descendant of the Su family, also hides his strength. Before that, he resisted so many Tianjiao's attacks without a single hair loss. His strength may be similar to that of Wang Fugui, and he is at the ninth level of Qi training."

……

People talk.

Lin Yuan on the ring just arrived before the match, so he didn't meet Su Yang.

Hearing everyone's evaluation of Su Yang at this moment, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 511 I'm Not a Little Remnant

"Ha ha."

"Waste thing, who has cultivated for so long and only set foot on the ninth level of Qi training. The old man has surpassed you in such a short time. Su Wuzhi has a descendant like you, and he will die in peace."

Lin Yuan complained disdainfully, and then left the scene under the watchful eyes of everyone, completely unaware that it was because of the Hundred Poison Flags that his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.

"Half-step foundation building."

At this time, on the high seat, Ximen Fengyun squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a playful smile: "Interesting, this old bastard, Jue Juezi, has actually obtained the cultivation technique, and even stepped into the half-step foundation building."

"Looking at his foundation, he is a little unstable. He must have borrowed the treasure deep in the clouds to have such strength."

Ximen Fengyun raised the corners of his mouth immediately, and said with a smile: "After the hundred sects will gather martial arts, the ancient martial arts will undergo innovations. If at that time, the strength of the ancient warriors will be improved, and the true energy will undergo a qualitative change. It can be compared to spiritual energy. He vomited blood out of anger."

"This is what the Immortal Emperor from outside the Territory said more than 100 years ago. It is very likely that this will be the case. Jue Juezi gave up his true energy and turned to cultivation, and he may miss a great opportunity. This big fool .”

Ximen Fengyun secretly teased, and then he stopped caring about these matters, but turned his attention to the arena where Su Youyou was.

Song Qingyang deserved to be second only to Wang Yewuji's arrogance. Alone, with a pair of iron fists, he overwhelmed the contestants of the third track. It was miserable.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The game was coming to an end, Song Qingyang no longer held back, and his shots were full of energy.

In just half a minute, the contestants in the arena, except for Su Youyou, were all lying on the ground, lost their ability to fight, and finally had no choice but to admit defeat.

Now, only Song Qingyang and Su Youyou are left in the ring.

"The winner of the third track, Qingcheng Mountain Song Qing..." Seeing this, the on-site referee wanted to announce the result.

"Wait...wait a minute."

Who knows, at this moment, Su Youyou said timidly: "I haven't started fighting yet."

"you?"

The on-site referee showed a wry smile: "Little baby, stop messing around, just go down."

"I do not!"

Su Youyou plucked up her courage, and gritted her teeth: "I'm a contestant, I won't admit defeat, I want to advance!"

"Hahaha, what a cute little sister, with a baby voice."

"I love it, love it, is this a special program arranged by Wudang, to make us laugh on purpose?"

"A four-year-old child secretly enrolls in the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts, and I don't know what to think."

"Although it's funny, let's end it quickly. I'm on the fourth track, and I'm still waiting to play the game."

……

"Ok."

The on-site referee had no choice but to say to Song Qingyang: "Young Master Song, drive her down, be gentle with your shots, after all, you are still a child."

"Master, I understand."

Song Qingyang nodded, then strode towards Su Youyou, and said impatiently: "Su Youyou, right, go down by yourself, I don't want to hit the child."

"Hmm, I'm just going down, my father hasn't come yet, I have to wait until he shows up!" Su Youyou clenched her fists and said seriously.

"Your father?"

Song Qingyang heard the words, sneered and said: "Hehe, it's the remnant of the Su family, right?"

"You are a remnant, your whole family is a remnant!" Hearing Song Qingyang humiliate Su Yang, Su Youyou said angrily.

"Hmph, sharp mouth!"

Song Qingyang's eyes turned cold, and he punched out immediately, a burst of true energy gushed out of his fist in an instant, rushing towards Su Youyou.

Although Song Qingyang didn't use all his strength, if this blow fell on the child, the consequences might be serious.

The on-site referee gave Song Qingyang a dissatisfied look, but due to the rules, it was not convenient for him to help.

on the high seat.

Seeing this, Qian Shanxue was not worried at all, but showed a smile.

But the benevolent teacher next to her frowned slightly, and then suddenly waved the whisk in her hand in disregard of the rules.

boom!

The next moment, the charitable teacher broke Song Qingyang's fist strength and rescued Su Youyou.

"Master, what do you mean!" Seeing this, Song Qingyang couldn't help asking.

"The kid from Mount Qingcheng."

Mrs. Charity stood up, held a whisk in her hand, and said coldly: "You are so cruel. I really can't bear to see you commit such a murderous act against a child!"

"If you continue to do this, I will teach you well for your master!"

"Master Charity!"

At this time, on the high seat, the Mountain Lord of Qingcheng Mountain said: "My apprentice, I will teach myself, I don't need you to discipline me."

"On the contrary, you, Su Youyou's mother didn't intervene, but you stepped forward, are you meddling?"

"Hmph, there are some things that need to be taken care of. I don't think it's a trivial matter, so it's not!" The charity teacher said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, Mrs. Charity, are you confused? You had a very unpleasant fight with Qian Shanxue and Su Yang earlier."

The Lord of Qingcheng Mountain smiled playfully and said, "Now you stand up for Su Yang and Qian Shanxue's daughter, have you forgotten everything before?"

"I haven't forgotten!"

The charity teacher said too seriously: "However, this is between me and the two of them. It has nothing to do with the child. Su Youyou is innocent, just a four-year-old girl. If your disciple of Qingcheng Mountain hurts her, don't blame me, Emei, for being rude." !"