At noon the next day, Cheng Ling came to the ring on time, and Huang Kunjie was already waiting in the ring.
To be honest, he really didn't want to come. But Cheng Ling had already said that if he didn't come, he wouldn't hang out in the outer sect anymore. He would have to be pointed out wherever he went.
He Pengtao reminded him yesterday that Cheng Ling was not a simple person. He could always turn defeat into victory at the last moment, so he must be careful.
But I haven’t played before, so how can I know Cheng Ling’s style? He was indeed worried that he was no match for Cheng Ling, but he could not withstand the pressure in the meeting. The dignified fifth among the seven generals of the Iron Sword Club, he didn't even dare to accept the invitation for a decisive battle from a new disciple, and made all the outer disciples laugh out loud!
Wu Chenlong still set the odds, but now he didn't dare to set such high odds anymore. The two sides are not even the same, both lose one for one, but most of the disciples bet on Huang Kunjie's victory, and they can also earn some contribution points.
The two stood facing each other without talking nonsense. When the presiding elder made the announcement, they started fighting with each other.
The sword technique Cheng Ling used this time was the Pointing Star Sword Technique. He had watched it countless times at the Kendo Tower, and the essence of the Pointing Star Sword Technique had long been in his mind. Follow the same pattern, neither high-profile nor letting people see any flaws.
The two sides fought each other for hundreds of moves. Huang Kunjie consumed a lot of his true energy and gradually became unable to do what he wanted. Cheng Ling, however, was full of energy and energy. Such a duel was completely incomparable to the Kendo Tower. He only used 30% of his strength to kill his opponent.
However, he didn't want to win too high-profile, so he continued to let Huang Kunjie support him with a stick of incense, and then with a slight advantage, he put a sword under his neck, forcing him to admit defeat.
The audience was in an uproar. Counting Zhang Shidao, Cheng Ling was one of the five members of the Iron Sword Club who had won consecutive victories. He had won so many contribution points in every game. Is he really planning to fight against the entire Iron Sword Club with one person?
After the presiding elder announced, Cheng Ling received another 50,000 contribution points. He glanced at it and said calmly: "I will challenge Zhang Jingming at noon tomorrow. The bet is 50,000. You know!"
Handsome and domineering! Cheng Ling really didn't say anything, she really decided to challenge the Iron Sword Club alone. The audience responded with a roar and said in unison: "We will deliver it on your behalf!"
Cheng Ling turned around calmly, leaving a naked figure behind, and left.
Back at Loft No. 25,000, Wu Chenlong also brought good news. In this battle, he earned another 100,000 contribution points. In total, he had 300,000 contribution points. The pill recipe Cheng Ling needs is also available!
Cheng Ling nodded and said: "Tomorrow, don't make any more offers. It doesn't hurt to offend one Iron Sword Club, but it will be bad if you offend too many outer disciples."
Wu Chenlong agreed with Cheng Ling's opinion, it was for his consideration. Cheng Ling will enter the inner sect within a month at most. If he is left alone in the outer sect, the people of the Iron Sword Society will definitely suppress him. If those outer sect disciples are included, he may not be able to withstand it.
He secretly made up his mind that before Cheng Ling entered the inner gate, he must improve his cultivation as soon as possible, and he must at least have the strength of the top 100.
He took out two jade slips from the ring and said: "Boss, these are the prescriptions for Dragon Spirit Pill and Body Tempering Cream. I didn't expect that the Martial Arts Academy only has these two items. I really admire them!"
Cheng Ling waved his hand and said happily: "That's good. I'll practice first. You should also practice quickly!"
The two stopped talking and started practicing in the attic.
The next day, Cheng Ling defeated Zhang Jingming and once again received 50,000 contribution points. Before he left, he announced that the challenge would continue at noon tomorrow, and the target would be Chen Jingxi!
Late at night, the Iron Sword Association main forum. Zhang Jingming, Huang Kunjie, He Pengtao and Li Junhao lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.
Wu Haichao sat in the middle, his anger burst out, and he yelled: "What's going on? Who is Cheng Ling? How could he win so much from you?"
contribution points? "
The four of them lowered their heads and said nothing, just looking at the ground. It seemed like there was a great temptation on the ground waiting for them to explore.
Wu Haichao became even more angry and said: "He Pengtao, tell me!" After all, he was still worried about Fu Qingsong and did not dare to let Li Junhao tell the whole story, so he could only go to He Pengtao, who was ranked sixth!
He Pengtao's face turned bitter and he told the story exactly. Nonsense, who would be willing to lose 50,000 contribution points in vain? If he doesn’t know the ins and outs, he will definitely die in peace.
After saying that, he glanced at Chen Jingxi and said, "Third brother, now that people are interested in you, you must be careful!"
Chen Jingxi rolled her eyes and almost lost her temper. Why do people like me? It's not like visiting a brothel to choose a fan. Besides, can your combat power, Lao Liu, be comparable to mine? As long as I take action, won’t Cheng Ling obediently give me my contribution points?
He turned to Wu Haichao and said: "Guild Leader, don't worry. Since this kid dares to challenge our Iron Sword Club, let's teach him a profound lesson. From tomorrow on, we will take turns to fight, and we won't be afraid of not winning back the contribution points!" "
Wu Haichao exhaled, Chen Jingxi's combat power was indeed much higher than that of He Pengtao. Among the seven generals of the Iron Sword Society, the combat prowess of the top three and the bottom four are not at the same level at all. If it weren't for the purpose of making up the numbers, he would have planned to call the three generals directly.
He turned his head and said to Lu Yihong: "Lu Yihong, it was your brother who caused this matter. What do you think of the third brother's suggestion!"
Lu Yi and Hong Sen sneered and said: "Let's do it the way the third brother did, but if I want to take action, it's not just 50,000 contribution points, but at least 150,000, so that the kid can spit out everything he eats! "
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Lu Yihong became the leader of the Seven War Generals not only because of his combat prowess, but also because of his ruthless personality. Anyone who fought against him would lose half of his life. If it weren't for the academy's regulations, they would all believe that those challengers would be buried in the soil now.
Wu Haichao finally made up his mind and said: "Let's do it this way. Chen Jingxi will take action tomorrow to let those outer disciples know that our Iron Sword Society is definitely not someone to be trifled with!"
The decisive battle has been finalized, and we are waiting to search for contribution points tomorrow.
On the third day, Cheng Ling and Wu Chenlong came to the ring.
Chen Jingxi said coldly: "So you are Cheng Ling. You dare to provoke the Iron Sword Society. I really don't know how to write the word "death". Now, I give you the last chance to hand over all your contribution points and I will let you go!"
Cheng Ling sneered and said, "I found that you guys from the Iron Sword Club are all just talking talk. Why don't you just change your name and call it Tiezui Club!"
The audience burst into laughter, and they felt unhappy in their hearts. It’s in vain that we value the Iron Sword Club, but they are all embroidered pillows, causing me to lose so many contribution points. Now, no one is opening the market anymore, and there is no chance to turn around!
Chen Jingxi was furious and said: "You really don't know how to live or die. If I don't kill you today, my surname will not be Chen!"
Cheng Ling sneered and said, "What's so great about having the surname Chen, especially when you, Chen Jingxi's Chen, are even more of a loser!"
This kid doesn't know how to live or die, and the surname Chen has touched his own nerves. If I weren't worried about offending too many people, I would have said that everyone named Chen is a bastard!
Chen Jingxi couldn't bear it any longer, so she followed the sword and attacked Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling reluctantly raised his points and responded mentally. From Wu Chenlong's information, he also saw that the top three warriors were indeed much stronger, but they were not enough. 30% strength was enough.
He was not in a hurry to defeat the opponent, but only used basic swordsmanship to deal with them one after another. This is also a model for Wu Chenlong. Practice and actual combat are different. Only by adapting to circumstances, even the simplest moves can have unexpected effects.
Wu Chenlong understood what he was thinking, and kept his eyes firmly on it, not daring to miss Cheng Ling's every sword move.
After half an hour of duel between the two, Cheng Ling ran out of patience. He suddenly exerted his strength and launched several killing moves in a row, quickly knocking Chen Jingxi off the ring. This battle was won again.
He said calmly to Chen Jingxi: "Tell Zhao Deyun for me that I will be waiting here tomorrow at this time!"
After saying that, he planned to turn around and leave!
"Wait!" a voice came, and then, a young man in black robes with gold embroidery landed lightly on the ring.
All the disciples let out a cheer. This hand and body technique was light, elegant, and seemed to have no weight. It was indeed extraordinary. Some disciples exclaimed: "It's Wu Haichao, the leader of the Iron Sword Society. I didn't expect him to come in person!"
Wu Haichao cupped his hands slightly toward Cheng Ling and said, "Brother Cheng, I'm here to lead Wu Haichao of the Iron Sword Association!"
Cheng Ling nodded and asked, "What advice does Master Wu have?"
Wu Haichao was secretly angry. Cheng Ling was indeed so crazy that he acted in person, but he was still so cold. He said in a low voice: "If there is any misunderstanding between Brother Cheng and my Iron Sword Club, let's talk it over and resolve it together!"
"There's no misunderstanding, it's just that there are too many people in your Iron Sword Guild. The smaller ones were beaten up, and the bigger ones were beaten up. Even the guild leader came out after beating up the big ones!"
When the disciples thought about it, it seemed that this was really the case, and they burst into laughter.
Wu Haichao's face sank, and he was extremely angry, and said: "So, Brother Cheng is not going to give me face?"
Cheng Ling said calmly: "Do you, the Iron Sword Club, need others to give you face? What's the point of having face on your own body!"
Wu Haichao hesitated. This was a polite remark, but Cheng Ling followed the trend and directly hinted that the Iron Sword Society relied on others to give face to survive. This was intolerable. Wu Haichao could hide it again and couldn't hold it in any longer!
He said coldly: "In this case, let's make a big bet. Brother Cheng will fight with the generals of my Iron Sword Guild every day. I'm afraid he will be bored. Now, I, the leader of the Guild, will personally take action and fight." How about deciding who wins or loses?”
Cheng Ling thought about it and realized that it would be easy to defeat Wu Haichao. The Iron Sword Society would probably not dare to cause trouble to him again. After pondering for a while, he agreed: "Okay, we will decide the outcome in one game!"
Wu Haichao sneered and said, "But this bet needs to be changed!"
"How much do you want to bet?"
"Three hundred thousand contribution points!"
The audience was in an uproar. Three hundred thousand contribution points, what kind of concept is this? It is estimated that even the top ten disciples cannot come up with it. Wu Haichao was really insidious. In one round of battle, he wanted to take back all the contribution points Cheng Ling had earned in the past few days, and he also wanted to pay hundreds of thousands in compensation. What a good plan!
Cheng Ling smiled and asked, "Three hundred thousand contribution points? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll bet 300,000 contribution points. I wonder if Brother Cheng has such courage!"
Cheng Ling gave him a cold look, and he had already seen through this little thought. However, when the gambling king appeared, he naturally would not agree easily. He pretended to be silent, bowed his head and said nothing, and seemed to be considering the gains and losses!
Wu Haichao hurriedly glanced at the group of disciples. Soon, the disciples all started shouting:
"Promise him, promise him!"
"A huge gamble of three hundred thousand!"
"Promise, Cheng Ling!"
"...."
There were exclamations and exclamations. When Cheng Ling saw that it was almost done, he seemed to make up his mind and said, "Okay, 300,000 contribution points, I agree!"
At this moment, another voice came: "Wait a minute!"
Wu Haichao's expression changed. Who on earth came to cause trouble at this critical moment?
