Yujing City, in a luxurious building complex in Beicheng!
This is the headquarter of the Zhao family in Yujing City. It occupies a huge area, occupying almost half of the entire North City. Looking down from the air, exquisite palaces and pavilions stand quietly, not only wide, but also very gorgeous.
The roof is covered with golden glazed tiles, with green edges and a golden dome of flames in the middle. The four corners of each palace are raised high, with phoenixes spread out and about to fly carved on them. From the top of the hall, there are exquisitely carved dragon stone pillars. Combined with the glazed tiles on the roof of the hall, it shows an imperial aura.
Each palace and pavilion is surrounded by green, and is covered by a white jade-like lake. The ground is covered with duckweeds, green and clear. Rare spiritual plants and trees are planted everywhere, making it look like a fairyland on earth.
In a towering palace, a graceful middle-aged monk was leaning on the bed, with two young monks standing respectfully in front of him.
"Oh? He was actually able to defeat Qian'er. His strength is pretty good. Cheng Ling? Which sect's recent disciple is he?"
"The Sixth Elder is not a disciple of the nine major forces. According to the information, he is from the Wuxiang Sword Sect."
"The Wuxiang Sword Sect? What kind of sect is this? It's just ten consecutive victories. Let's check his details first!"
"yes!"
Seeing that the middle-aged monk had no other instructions, the two young men said goodbye and left.
"This kid Qian'er has some strength, but he still lacks some experience. No matter if he fails, he can show him the capable people and strangers in this world, Cheng Ling... Wuxiang Sword Sect... ....It’s really exciting!”
In the attic of the lounge, Cheng Ling and Zhao Deqian were sitting across from each other. To be precise, the latter listened carefully to Cheng Ling's teachings just like a junior.
Zhao Deqian expressed the questions in his mind, and Cheng Ling explained a few words. Naturally, the explanation was not in-depth, but in Zhao Deqian's ears, it really moved him. It's not that no one has ever talked about Cheng Ling's advice, but he only uses the simplest and clearest explanation, combined with the other party's flaws, to point out the shortcomings.
Zhao Deqian was able to listen to Zhao Deqian with gusto as he spoke it in the tone of an ordinary person, coupled with some humorous modern language. Although he is a typical obedient boy in the family, for a family like the Zhao family that has been passed down for thousands of years, the education and teaching of direct descendants is inevitably too rigid and conservative, and they are always cautious.
Now having a good chat with Cheng Ling allowed him to enjoy a kind of relaxation and freedom that he had not seen for a long time, and it could also help his own cultivation, so why not do it.
After talking for more than two hours, Cheng Ling's mouth almost started to bubble. This Zhao Deqian has a good character, but why does he have so many problems? If he goes on talking about it, he will lose all his credentials. In desperation, he could only cope with it, yawning all the time, looking like he was still hungover after visiting a nightclub.
Zhao Deqian finally came to his senses and said, "Brother Cheng must be very tired after fighting ten games in a row. I can't disturb you, so please rest early!"
Cheng Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and drove him out like a god of plague.
After he left, my ears finally became quiet, and I silently thought about the plan in my heart. A chat with Zhao Deqian gave him some understanding of the Zhao family. In comparison,
The Zhao family's performance is much better than that of ordinary big families. If the children in the family are like Zhao Deqian, they can get in touch with them appropriately.
But he didn't make a decision right away. The forest was big and there were all kinds of birds. In a family that has been passed down for thousands of years, it is common for the children in the family to be mixed.
Today's ten battles were all easily won without much effort. But his goal is not just ten consecutive wins, but at least a hundred consecutive wins. Next, we will face the sniper battle in the future.
Outstanding disciples of the nine major forces, I have only seen Zhao Jingyi and the female cultivator in white take action. To be honest, with my current cultivation level, I am only on par with them. If the opponent uses wheel fighting, it will be too difficult to win a hundred consecutive victories. big.
The only way is to increase one's combat power. The cultivation level has reached the peak of the later stage, the conversion of sword energy has reached 70%, the fusion of sword energy in the body has increased to 40%, the explosive power and endurance of combat have been greatly improved, and it cannot go further in a short time.
All that's left is to improve your swordsmanship. The Feitian Sword Control Technique cannot be used, and the other sword skills have reached their peak, and only the sword skills are left. It is too difficult to improve the killing of the sky and requires spatial conception. It seems that it is time to create a new third-level or even fourth-level sword skill. Moreover, the newly created sword skills should preferably have five elements attributes.
The thousands of sword techniques seen in the secret realm of the sword tomb have been completely integrated. During the more than twenty years of being trapped in the secret realm of the island, he has devoted himself to studying the formations, and the potential of the sword techniques can be explored again. Thinking of this, he calmed down, sat down cross-legged, and began to contemplate.
The day passed quickly, and the next day, Cheng Ling didn't have a clue about his new sword skills. With no choice but to go to the arena first.
His ten consecutive wins on the first day made him directly become the champion. It's just that in today's ten competitions, compared with yesterday, the opponent's strength is not much different, or even slightly inferior. At least there is no sniper target of Zhao Deqian's level.
Cheng Ling didn't care. With the goal of 100 consecutive victories, it was good for his opponent to put pressure on him, but if he could win easily, he would not refuse. It only took him half an hour to successfully win 20 consecutive victories. Victory, went back to the lounge.
For a time, Cheng Ling's reputation became so great that the audience who originally looked down on his cultivation began to support him one by one. Bao lost all his money and learned his lesson this time. The odds in the ten games were the lowest. After some trading, he made a lot of money.
Zhao Deming's eyes flickered. He had reported yesterday's battle situation to his family, but the family still did not take any action. It seemed that in their eyes, Cheng Ling's performance was not a big deal. Only he still doubted in his heart how much strength he had used in these twenty battles.
Zhao Deqian was very enthusiastic. As soon as the ten games were over, he followed Cheng Ling into the attic. He didn't care about the opponent's disgusted expression at all and continued to ask for advice.
For the first time, Cheng Ling regretted saying those irrelevant words. All attacks are most direct and effective at a straight line distance. As long as they can hit, they are victorious. There are also techniques to rejuvenate one's youth, to use one's own way to repay the other's body. This was all done by me in order to find out about the situation of the Zhao family.
I originally thought that as a monk, the other party would definitely look down on these fabricated martial arts skills, but who would have thought that Zhao Deqian really got some inspiration from those sects, and his fingering changes became more complex and his power increased.
Now,
His admiration for Cheng Ling increased by dozens of percentage points, and he hurriedly came to express his gratitude and ask for advice on his martial arts skills.
Cheng Ling was dumbfounded by him. Those things were all imagined by Master Jin Yong. How could they be so mysterious? He absolutely didn't believe it. But Zhao Deqian was so troubled that he had no choice but to fool around with him for a few words and then sent him away. I don't have any new sword skills yet, so I don't have time to fool around with him.
On the third day, he continued to defend the ring. The ten battles on this day made his eyes shine. Perhaps because of the ten-game winning streak in the previous two days, the audience spread the word, making some sect disciples in Yujing City want to come and ask for advice.
After ten games, using 50% of the combat power, we achieved thirty consecutive victories. After winning, Zhao Deqian rushed back to his attic without waiting for Zhao Deqian to catch up, and began to comprehend the new sword skills. After three consecutive days of fighting, he had a glimmer of light on the new sword skills, but the light was still very weak. Need to continue to strengthen.
In the attic of the Zhao family, the middle-aged monk was still lying lazily on the couch and said calmly: "So, he has won thirty consecutive victories. Deming, what level do you think his strength is? "
Zhao Deming bowed and said: "Sixth Elder, the disciples can't see clearly. Can't you tell how much strength he used?"
The middle-aged monk nodded slightly and continued to ask: "How was his background checked?"
Another young man reported back: "Cheng Ling, the leader of the Wuxiang Sword Sect, is at the peak of his cultivation in the late integration period. At the same time, he is also an inner disciple of the Famous Sword Academy and Kendo Academy. I heard that he has some connections with King Chen Dan."
"A few months ago, I participated in the auction with King Chen Dan and snatched the Phantom Feather Clothes, Enlightenment Tea, Eight-leaf Lotus, and Dragon Transformation Pond Water for a total of 60 billion high-grade spiritual stones! Young Master Jiao of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Nangong Hao of the Nangong Family , Piao Miao Snow Sect, Kong Xuehai, all wanted to take back these auction items."
"However, because there is no way to take action in Yujing City, and this person lives in seclusion, no trace of him has been found."
"Oh?" The middle-aged monk raised his eyebrows, arousing a bit of interest, and said: "It turns out that he got the phantom feather coat. Jingshu didn't grab it before, and he lost his temper. Unexpectedly, he got it. "
Zhao Deming was shocked. He didn't expect Cheng Ling to be so trouble-making, and to provoke so many tough people in just one auction. He shook his head. Judging from Cheng Ling's handling style, he didn't seem like a high-profile person.
Seeing Zhao Deming shaking his head, the middle-aged monk smiled softly and asked, "Deming, how do you think this matter should be handled?"
Zhao Deming was silent, his mind was running rapidly, and he sent his family members to snipe? It doesn’t seem like it’s reached that point yet, it’s only thirty consecutive wins anyway. Moreover, he also had doubts in his heart about whether the monks in the family could achieve their goal of sniping at Cheng Ling. The other party seemed to have always shown his true strength.
He was thinking here, and the middle-aged monk didn't push him. He kept tapping the edge of the bed with his fingers, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After a long time, Zhao Deming said: "Sixth Uncle, I think it is better to spread the news about Cheng Ling in the underground arena. By then, strong men from all over the world may come to challenge, so there is no need to send out the children of our family to snipe. "
The middle-aged monk nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, let's do it. But he must report to me every day's battle situation in time!"
