Sword Master Ling Tian

Ling Tian's heart moved, and he also guessed, but in a moment he sighed inwardly, what about the spirit of martial arts, hasn't it disappeared...

"However, after all, there are few people with martial souls, and awakening martial souls is even more difficult. Our Ziyun Sect is the fourth-class sect of Yunzhou Lingnan. There is a martial arts tower given by the Southern Tang court, which can stimulate martial artists to awaken martial arts. Soul, and ordinary warriors want to awaken on their own, it's even more difficult!" Lin Shandao.

Ling Tian nodded, Lin Shan was right, and this is why the martial artist is willing to join the sect. Without the support of the big forces, the martial soul cannot be awakened, and the martial art is just a joke.

The lively character Ming Xiaoxi patted Ling Tian on the shoulder, and smiled: "Don't worry, I am optimistic about you! Although Wuhun is not related to the pure physical stage, but you enter the country so fast, most of them are there. Physically, as long as you don’t be too bad, otherwise you will be driven out if you enter the inner door..."

In the inner door, if the spirit cannot be awakened in the late stage of Piquan cultivation, it will be sent down to the outer door.

Lin Shan is like that.

Ling Tian didn't say much, just settled down and prepared for the next game. The first task is to win the top ten of this outer door competition first! Entering the top ten can not only completely wash off the name of one's sword slave, but also get a place to enter the Wuhui Valley. At the same time, the top ten in the outer door also have rewards, such as exercises, medicines, and martial arts, which are very rich. It is very helpful to develop a fountain for the next advancement and become a child of the inner sect.

This Zongmen Grand Competition is very simple. First, the outer door competition is divided into two parts. Three thousand disciples take turns to compete on the 98 arenas. The last 98 people left are the outer door rankings, and then they compete for the front. ten.

These ninety-eight arenas are also called Fengyuntai, and the next game is the wheel fight! This kind of competition system also greatly saves time.

"Hmph, Elder Wang, you never told me that this sword slave is so powerful, and our deal has been voided!"

Among the crowd under the ring, Xin Menghu hugged his arms and snorted coldly to Wang Ning.

"Xin Menghu! You can't be honest if you do this, we've said it before!"

Wang Ning’s face was alternated with blue and red. In order to get revenge, he did everything possible to hire a hidden knife door, but the hidden door took the advantage and disappeared, making him almost vomiting blood. After that, Ling Tian stayed behind closed doors, and he didn’t. Find an opportunity. This time the Zongmen Grand Competition was an excellent opportunity. He almost exhausted everything and was about to kill Ling Tian.

But he didn't expect that Ling Tian had raised his cultivation base to the seventh layer of the pure body in just half a month, and even Shi Mingyuan was no match.

"So what? Elder Wang Ning, do you still have to do something against me?" Xin Menghu sneered, confidently.

"you!"

Wang Ning suppressed the anger in his chest and whispered, "How dare I attack you, but he said rudely to your young master that day, have you forgotten, or are you afraid of him?!"

"It's ridiculous, I just said that our transaction was invalidated. The enemy of the day, I would break his arms as punishment. As for killing him..." Xin Menghu squinted at Wang Ning, flashing a trace of cunning.

"you..."

Wang Ning didn't know that the other party was raising prices on the ground, but he was afraid of Xin Ziang and eager for revenge. He could only be softened: "Okay, three thousand lower-grade spirit coins, I will buy him for life!"

"Hmph, this kid may still have a hole card, I can only do my best for three thousand spirit coins!"

"Don't worry about that, I have arranged it, he must die!" Wang Ning stared at Ling Tian in the distance. For today, he has exhausted everything.

......

From Lin Shan, Ling Tian also knew his own match information, but he was not optimistic. He didn't know what was going on. The opponents he faced, with the lowest cultivation base, were all in the sixth layer of the Cui Ti, and among them, they were even in the top of the list. Ten Tianjiao was among them, so Lin Shan had to suspect that Wang Ning had moved his hands and feet.

"Ling Tian, ​​this is definitely the ghost of Wang Ning's thief, let you be the first to play, even if you can fight again, the wheel fight will consume you..." Lin Shan said angrily.

Ling Tian carried his hands on his back, as if sitting idle, "It's okay, although it's good to come..."

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The second game soon began, Ling Tian leapt into the ring lightly, waiting quietly for the challenge.

"Outer disciple Mu Tiedan! Brother Ling, please enlighten me!"

A man in Tsing Yi came onto the stage with a black face and round eyes, but he was not armed.

Mu Tiedan, the seven strengths of the pure body, is also quite famous in the outer door.

When he saw Ling Tian's performance, he was also very jealous.

The same outer disciple, Ling Tian lifted from the sword slave, cut Wang Tao, defeated Li Xiao, and abused Shi Mingyuan. All of these were already called outer miracles. In his heart, he actually respected Ling Tian more.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Tiedan, please do it!"

Ling Tian nodded, courteous and gentle, not as threatening as before.

"My name is Mu Tiedan, not Tiedan!"

Ling Tian: "..."

Under the order of the prison disciples, the competition begins!

Mu Tiedar yelled, his whole body exploded, and his iron fist blasted towards Ling Tian.

The fist is firm, the wind is grinning, this fist has been made quite sharp by the wooden iron pillar.

Ling Tian's eyes lit up, his left hand clenched a fist, his upper body bent, and his shoulders shook.

Suddenly, Ling Tian's whole body was like a tight bow, full of explosive power.

Just as Mu Tiezhu's fist was approaching, Ling Tian was also full of energy, his upper body suddenly sent forward, his left fist shot out, and if there was an arrow, his fist exploded!

The collapse of Xingyiquan!

"Boom!"

The air flow shook, and the two were in the air, shaking each other.

For an instant, Mu Tiedan snorted and was blasted directly out of the air.

Although he didn't suffer any injuries, his strength was very strange.

"Thank you for your advice, you are very strong..." Mu Tiedan took a deep look at Ling Tian and left sadly.

In the second battle, Ling Tian still did not draw his sword.

Ling Tian simply didn't step down, waiting for the start of the third game.

Ling Tian also underestimated the six-fold cultivation base of the third opponent, Cui Ti, punched him into the ring.

Ling Tian's arena competition proceeded very quickly.

Bang!

When the opponent falls, Ling Tian wins!

Bang!

When the opponent falls, Ling Tian wins again!

Bang!

Challenge the disciples to fall from the ring one after another, splashing smoke and dust.

Three consecutive victories, four consecutive victories, five consecutive victories! In the end, Ling Tian won an astonishing 23 consecutive victories within half an hour!

Following Mu Tiedan, the opponents Ling Tian encountered were all six-layered cultivation bases, neither high nor low, and every one of them glared at Ling Tian with a look of bitterness and hatred. Killing the sky in general.

Ling Tian also gradually became angry. He just punched him, without even moving his body, but he blasted out with a punch, and the opponent either broke his bones or spurted blood and retreated.

Although he didn't want to deceive others at the sect, he couldn't bear such unprovoked hostility.

Some people will never remember if they are not afraid.

Twenty-three consecutive victories were not terrible, but the terrible thing was that Ling Tian never made a sword!

Among the crowd under the ring, Wang Ning looked at the extraordinary figure on the stage with a bitter expression, and blood was dripping from his tightly clenched fists.

"Trash, it's all trash, which gives them benefits, but it can't be a sword slave!"

I originally thought that a series of wheel fights could exhaust Ling Tian's energy and even kill him. But who knows, every opponent was almost defeated by Ling Tianyi's boxing, and even the sword was useless, so don't mention any consumption. .

Now, with only the last competition left, Ling Tian will be able to enter the Billboard.

"Xin Menghu, it's up to you!"

Xin Menghu's fighting spirit was also surging at this time, his eyes retracted from the high platform in the distance, and he said coldly: "His life, hand it to me!"

Ling Tian still stood there.

Looking down the stage, Liu Yiyi was nowhere to be seen. Ling Tian's gaze swept around, but he saw a high platform rising above the mountainside on one side of the martial arts field.

At this time, on the high platform, there are already many disciples sitting on it, mostly in blue and white robes, which are the colors that disciples of the inner sect can wear...

And the beautiful figure in the green dress stood in the wind like a fairy.

Inner disciple...

Ling Tian suddenly clenched his fists, the high platform was in the direction of the inner door.

At this moment, the distance between him and Liu Yiyi is so far...

However, at this moment, Ling Tian's gaze turned towards Liu Yiyi's side, and he shot one gaze from above the high platform, and the two gazes collided directly in the air.

Ling Tian's expression suddenly changed!