Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Fu Ling'er watched the fierce fighting on the ring with great interest. She could see the strength of the sect behind them from their contestants.

Just like the one named Zhang Heng just now, although he won, Fu Ling'er felt that Guling Villa was stronger than Huayang Sect because the spiritual skills and weapons used by Zhang Heng were slightly inferior.

Gu Zheng was superior in terms of both skills and weapons. Although he lost, he would definitely defeat Zhang Heng given time.

Soon other arenas also decided the winner, and the next round of competition began. The strength of the players in this round was almost the same as in the previous round, and the highest cultivation level was in the late stage of Jindan.

In this situation, it was not until the eighth round that masters from the Nascent Soul stage began to appear. There is no doubt that the final winner was the Nascent Soul stage player.

The competition continued, and Fu Ling'er was bored waiting. The fighting on the stage did not arouse her interest at all. Until the person from Phoenix Ridge came on the stage, it was a physical training. It was the first time for Fu Ling'er to face the battle of visiting physical training. .

I saw Contestant No. 99, tall and tall, holding two hammers in his hands. He stepped forward, making the arena tremble. The other party's spiritual power hit him like an iron wall, unable to shake him at all.

And when he raised the hammer, he was about to hit the opponent's head. The opponent knew that he couldn't bear it, so he used clever body skills to dodge the hammer attacks again and again.

I thought that the big man would be clumsy in his movements due to his burly figure, but I didn't expect that his strong posture and flexible attack direction made the opponent tired of dodging. In the end, the opponent's spiritual power was insufficient and he was defeated. The physical cultivator won.

After fighting each other, Fu Ling'er finally heard a familiar number, No. 39 Lan Wuhen, playing against No. 107 Ren Chengyu.

Fu Ling'er was stunned. Is this a coincidence or intentional? No matter what it is, I can only remind Lan Wuhen now,

"Wuhen, be careful of the other party cheating,"

"Well, Sister Ling, I will be careful,"

Lan Wuhen walked onto the ring calmly, and Ren Chengyu also came onto the ring.

"Hey, I didn't expect to meet so soon? Where are you going to run this time?" Ren Chengyu looked at Lan Wuhen maliciously.

"Stop talking nonsense and show your true skills. I want to learn from you."

As soon as the contract between the two parties was completed, Lan Wuhen launched an attack, his fist covered with fire spiritual power, heading straight towards Ren Chengyu's facade.

Ren Chengyu was also quite strong and a well-known fire cultivator. Seeing Lan Wuhen's fist coming, he calmly turned his head and dodged it. Then Lan Wuhen punched him in the stomach.

With this punch, Lan Wuhen used five successful punches. After a successful blow, Lan Wuhen quickly changed his body movements without giving Ren Chengyu a chance to react. He wanted to put all the hatred he had accumulated in his heart towards Ren Chengyu into action at this moment.

Ren Chengyu received a heavy punch in the stomach. He bent down to dodge in pain. The expression on his face was distorted and he was wary.

He didn't expect that Lan Wuhen's strength was even higher than him. He thought that his cultivation had been ruined during those years in the iron cage, but he didn't expect that not only was it not ruined, but it had improved a lot. How could he bear this? A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

With a flash of spiritual power in his hand, a feather fan appeared. It was an earth-level low-grade magic weapon. He opened the feather fan with a "pop" sound. His spiritual power suddenly appeared, and thousands of rainstorm pear blossom needles were shot towards Lan Wuhen. go.

Lan Wuhen formed a seal with his hands, forming a spiritual shield to block countless flying needles, causing countless sparks to collide with each other.

Seeing that he didn't get any benefits, Ren Chengyu launched several attacks one after another. The dense pear blossom needles formed countless spiral vortex arrays and attacked Lan Wuhen.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but sweat for him. This was the Ren family's unique skill, 'Pear Blossom Shadow'. It had a beautiful name, but the damage it caused was not pretty. It was even riddled with holes, which was too horrible to look at.

"Haha, let's see how you can escape this time without dying?" A ferocious smile appeared on Ren Chengyu's face, and he stared fiercely at Lan Wuhen across from him.

Lan Wuhen's eyes were deep. He had seen this move a few years ago. At that time, he was not yet proficient in using it. Unexpectedly, he could be considered a proficient person now, but he had been following his master for more than a year. Vegetarian.

His move seems to have no flaws, but in fact the weak point of the whirlpool formation is the point in the center of the whirlpool.

Soon enough, Lan Wuhen quickly formed seals with his hands, and a ball of pyrotechnics that had accumulated spiritual power in the late stage of divine transformation struck hard at that point.

"boom"

The deafening explosion resounded in everyone's ears, and their heads were buzzing.

And the arrogant Ren Chengyu had fallen to the ground and was dying. It was because of his quick reaction that he held the feather fan in front of him and was able to survive.

Lan Wuhen flew up and kicked his ribs, and the sound of bone breaking could be heard clearly.

"You can admit defeat," Lan Wuhen didn't want to kill him directly. That would be boring.

"I think……"

"If you don't admit defeat, don't blame me for being rude," Lan Wuhen didn't leave him a chance to breathe. He punched left and right, hitting Ren Chengyu with more air coming out and less air coming in. He didn't even have a chance to admit defeat.

"Huangkou kid, you are so impudent," Sect Leader Huang of Liuyun Sect flew up and waved a powerful spiritual palm seal in an attempt to forcefully break the barrier and enter the field to rescue Ren Chengyu.

Wan Qiyuan stepped in front of Sect Master Huang and received his palm. With a bang, Sect Master Huang fell backwards and hit the ground, raising countless smoke and dust.

"Above the arena, the law of heaven bears witness to life and death. Are you going to break the rules, Sect Master Huang?" Wan Qiyuan stood in mid-air and said sternly to Sect Master Huang below.

The sun shone on the god-like man, attracting the attention of countless female cultivators.

Mu Qingyue seemed to have seen the scene when they first met again, her heart was pounding non-stop, and she swore to Wan Qiyuan's figure that she was bound to win.

"Master Wanqi Palace, do you know that Ren Chengyu is the darling of the Ren family? Are you sure you want to go against the Ren family? Aren't you afraid that your small Qiankun Palace will not be able to withstand the revenge of the Ren family, a powerful family that has existed for thousands of years?"

"Haha, I'm so scared," Wan Qiyuan learned such childish words from Ling'er.

"You...don't be too arrogant," Sect Master Huang was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Hey, Huang Heming, you old man, have you fucking broken the rules? I, Feng Qiyang, was the first to refuse."

"Yes, yes, yes, I, Fu Lei, won't agree either,"

"And we," Dong Yining, Pang Yanchong and several people who had just become acquainted with Wan Qiyuan stood up to support Wan Qiyuan.

"Hey, everyone, be quiet. This is the rule of Sect Master Huang's conference. You can't blatantly favor your own disciples, right? Master Wanqi, you should also take a step back. Why should young people be so aggressive? After all, Sect Master Huang is much older than you. "Okay, everyone, please take a step back so that the competition can continue. Let's all go back and sit down." Sect Leader Mu acted as the peacemaker, making peace here.

Wan Qiyuan glanced sideways at Sect Master Mu, but said nothing or moved. His intention was obviously to ask Huang Heming to express his position first.

"Sect Master Huang, go back quickly. There are so many pairs of eyes looking at you. You can't do anything," Sect Master Mu tried to remind Huang Heming not to do useless work.

"Huh," Sect Leader Huang couldn't help but returned to his seat in despair, watching Lan Wuhen's next movements nervously.

Wan Qiyuan then Shi Shiran flew back to his seat.

"Brother Ren still refuses to admit defeat? Then don't blame me for being rude," Lan Wuhen said with flames on his fists and walked towards Ren Chengyu step by step.

Ren Chengyu opened his eyes wide, no sound could come out from his mouth, and he yelled in fear, "What are you going to do? Stop it, stop it, my dad will kill you, my dad will definitely kill you, if you want I'll crush you to ashes,"

Under Ren Chengyu's horrified gaze, Lan Wuhen punched his Dantian hard, and a broken sound broke into Ren Chengyu's ears.

"Ah..." A shrill scream came, and Ren Chengyu passed out without even taking a breath.

"Qiankun Hall No. 39 wins," the referee announced the winner of this round. Lan Wuhen hugged the referee and calmly walked off the ring.

The referee quickly ordered people to come up and carry Ren Chengyu down for treatment. Sect Leader Huang rushed to Ren Chengyu's stretcher in a few steps. Knowing that Ren Chengyu's condition was not optimistic, he looked fiercely at Lan Wuhen, who had returned to the crowd in Qiankun Hall, gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, clenched his fists, Qi Yuan said nothing with his eager eyes and followed the stretcher to the doctor.