Zhao Deqian jumped onto the ring in response, and the audience immediately burst into cheers, mixed with women's screams.
Cheng Ling raised his eyes and saw that the other party was wearing a yellow silk robe. The edges of the robe were inlaid with golden hollow patterns. His long hair was neatly styled and hung down to his shoulders.
Wearing a golden bun on her head, her eyes are like stars, her face is like a crown of jade, and she has a lavender jacket inside her yellow robe. He has a jade belt around his waist and tiger-headed white boots, giving him a handsome appearance.
"This Zhao Deqian is so handsome, I'm going to faint, I'm going to faint!"
"Yes, he is indeed a direct descendant of the Zhao family. His cultivation has reached perfection at a young age, and he is so handsome. He really can't find any flaws!"
"Master Zhao! Master Zhao!...!"
Cheng Ling muttered to himself, has this kid gone to the wrong place? In this way, being a star on earth is more than enough, but fighting in this underground arena is nothing!
Bao Shuguang's spirit was greatly boosted. Cheng Ling had won the previous eight games in a row and had earned tens of millions of spiritual stones from himself. This time, a heavyweight finally came, and he quickly adjusted the odds to 1 to 5, hoping to get them all back in one fell swoop.
Everyone placed their bets, and naturally most of them were optimistic about Zhao Deqian. Some crazy female cultivators not only bet all their spiritual stones, but also kept screaming and cheering on the side. There was a mess next to the ring.
Zhao Deqian didn't care about the madness of those nymphos, and said politely to Cheng Ling: "Fellow Taoist, please!"
Cheng Ling nodded slightly. He seemed to have a good education. Don't be just an embroidered pillow! As soon as the Long Yin Sword vibrated, a sword energy attacked him!
Zhao Deqian stretched out two fingers and pointed towards the long sword, and the sword energy deviated from the direction. Then, he exerted force on his feet, moved several feet laterally, connected the dots with both hands, and the wind of fingers shot out like bullets.
Cheng Ling's heart moved. He had seen Zhao Jingyi use this set of instructions before, so he was familiar with the opponent's method. The long sword accelerated, and struck at the opponent's finger force with one sword strike.
Every time the two qi energies collided, Cheng Ling took a step forward, gradually closing the distance between them.
Zhao Deqian was shocked. This set of fingering techniques was passed down from his family, and every finger was very mysterious. And with the execution of the command, the power generated will gradually increase.
But I didn't expect that Cheng Ling would not only be able to take all the orders, but also go up against the wind. With every move he received, he would be able to take a step forward, putting great pressure on himself.
He clearly felt that as Cheng Ling gradually approached, the power of the sword on his body was gradually strengthening. If he came to his side, the power of the sword coming over would be extremely huge.
"We can't let him gain momentum anymore, we must find a way to interrupt him!"
"Tornado Finger!"
Zhao Deqian no longer dared to use it easily, so his fingering method changed, his hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, and the speed of finger pointing increased several times.
When Cheng Ling saw it, he wanted to disrupt my rhythm with his speed, so let's see who is faster. His right arm suddenly exerted force, and the sword strikes instantly became faster. The two artistic conceptions of wind and thunder were added together, and the sword speed was faster, maintaining pressure on him.
Zhao Deqian's expression changed, he drew a dozen tracks with his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Draw the ground as a prison!"
laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!
The sword energy strikes the wind
on, making bursts of noise. The audience looked at the battle in the ring in disbelief. They didn't expect that even Zhao Deqian was suppressed by Cheng Ling. Where did he come from? I had never heard of him before!
Zhao Deqian only felt the pressure increase sharply. The finger wind he hit gradually collapsed under the opponent's violent attack. His fingers and arms were numb. He felt fierce in his heart. He closed his fingers and formed a circular energy between them. air mass.
"Explosive Star Finger!"
The energy ball exploded and turned into dozens of strong energy, shooting towards Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling's eyes lit up. There was something interesting about this finger. Xuan Kong stepped out and disappeared in front of him. When he reappeared, the long sword in his hand was firmly stopped at Zhao Deqian's throat.
Zhao Deming sighed in his heart, he did not expect that even Zhao Deqian was not his opponent, and judging from the previous battles, it seemed that he still did not show his ultimate strength. Cheng Ling was like a bottomless abyss in front of him, and he really didn't know where his bottom line was.
This matter must be reported to the family. Cheng Ling's strength is no longer something he can estimate. Let the higher-ups decide whether the family is going to kill them or recruit them! Zhao Deqian already had the strongest card in his hand. Since he lost, Cheng Ling's ten-game winning streak was certain.
Zhao Deqian was a little distracted. Among his disciples of the same generation, he rarely failed. Except for a few uncles from the family head's family, no one else was his opponent. Unexpectedly, I met an unknown person today. He suppressed himself all the time and couldn't even figure out how he lost in the end.
He sighed in his heart and murmured: "No wonder my aunt said that my strength is far from enough, and I must work hard to practice in the future. By the way, the brother in front of me is very powerful. Maybe I can learn a thing or two from him, or at least I have to Find out how you lost!"
He saluted Cheng Ling and said, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, thank you for your mercy. I admit defeat! I just want to ask you, where did I lose?"
Cheng Ling took back the Dragon Sword, held up a sword flower, and said calmly: "Your attack is too scattered, not fast enough, and not strong enough!"
Zhao Deqian was startled and didn't understand what he meant for a moment. Just as he was about to ask a question, Zhao Deming said: "Cheng Lingsheng, the tenth Motian Cliff Motian layman!"
Zhao Deqian had no choice but to leave the ring first, greeted the regretful exclamations of the women, stood next to Zhao Deming, and watched Cheng Ling's battle carefully.
The opponent in the tenth game was not on the same level as Zhao Deqian at all. The power in Zhao Deming's hands allowed him to send out the strongest sniper monk, Zhao Deqian. Even he was defeated. It didn't matter if the other sniper monks couldn't advance.
Cheng Ling lost interest in the fight with Motian Jushi after more than a dozen moves, and directly knocked the opponent off the ring, easily winning ten consecutive victories.
After ten battles, he gradually became familiar with his improved combat power, especially the battle with Zhao Deqian. Although it was not difficult to win, the opponent's fingering techniques really impressed him, and he finally used 50% of his strength. The fighting power defeated it.
Zhao Deming said: "Cheng Ling, congratulations on your tenth consecutive victory. You can come again tomorrow to defend the ring. Our underground arena has a special resting place for the tenth consecutive victory monks. You can also rest there."
Cheng Ling nodded and walked off the stage. Zhao Deqian hurriedly stepped out and said: "Fellow Daoist Cheng, let me take you to rest!"
Cheng Ling Yile, this Zhao Deqian is from a good family background and looks very talented.
Unexpectedly, he was so humble, but he did not have the unruly look of ordinary children of aristocratic families, so he said: "Okay, but please wait a moment, Mr. Zhao, I will collect some spiritual stones first."
Bao Shuguang's expression turned bitter, he handed over a storage ring and said, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, you made me lose miserably."
Cheng Ling took the ring, put it away without looking at it, and said with a smile: "Actually, I think your name can be changed from "guaranteed to lose all" to "guaranteed not to lose". I'm sure you can make it back."
Bao Suguang smiled bitterly and said: "The name was given by my parents, how can it be changed easily. But I understand that from now on, your odds will be reduced to the lowest!"
Cheng Ling laughed and signaled Zhao Deqian to lead the way.
Zhao Deqian was secretly happy and walked to the lounge with Cheng Ling.
As Zhao Deqian turned around the ring area, his eyes suddenly opened up. The outside of the underground arena actually leads directly to a large garden, which covers an extremely large area and is almost not under the square above. The garden is lined with trees, winding streams, and many precious flowers are planted on both sides.
A white jade-like stone path passes through the garden, with dozens of rows of attics standing in front of it.
Zhao Deqian explained: "This is the independent pavilion that our Zhao family has set up for the monks who have won ten consecutive victories. If you keep winning, you can always live here. If you fail, you can only leave."
Cheng Ling nodded silently. The Zhao family's methods of winning over foreign monks were indeed extraordinary. They were willing to spend money. I really don't know what kind of person the current family leader is. The entire Yujing City was run with great success.
Zhao Deqian took him to an attic and said: "Fellow Daoist Cheng, the environment of this attic is very good, just right for you to rest. I'm just a little confused about your previous instructions. I wonder if you can give me some advice."
This means that he has something to say to himself. It just so happens that he also wants to know more about the situation of the Zhao family, so he said: "Brother Zhao, please, I also want to ask you something."
After saying that, Bento walked in first.
The attic was very large, and Zhao Deqian was very attentive and introduced him after he entered.
"Brother Cheng, there are four floors in this attic. The first floor is the living room, which can be used as a place to entertain guests; the second floor is the training room, the spiritual energy inside is not as rich as the training room in Beicheng; the third floor is the lounge; There is nothing on the top of the fourth floor, but the environment is very beautiful and can be called a sky garden.”
Cheng Ling nodded with satisfaction, went to the living room on the first floor, sat down, and asked, "Mr. Zhao, your Zhao family is indeed extraordinary. I wonder what your status is in the Zhao family?"
Zhao Deqian scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Fellow Taoist Cheng, Liao Zan, Zhao is not talented. He is just a junior disciple of the Zhao family. In terms of identity, the ancestor of the family is just the elder of the Zhao family."
"Oh? I have heard that Zhao Jingyi is one of the top ten beauties in Canglan Continent. I wonder what her relationship is with you?"
"Haha, I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Cheng to know my aunt's reputation. I'm really flattered."
"Your aunt? Then her age...!"
Zhao Deqian hurriedly explained: "Brother Cheng, please don't get me wrong. My aunt is about the same age as me. She is only one year older than me at most, but she is just higher than me in terms of seniority."
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that this often happens to children of big families. Many times, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties would call a seven or eight-year-old child uncle. That situation was quite embarrassing!
