News of Cheng Ling's 30-game winning streak in the underground arena quickly spread, and even several hospital masters living in Fan Mansion learned about the entire situation.
After hearing this, the headmaster was stunned and asked Jian Wuya on the side: "Didn't this kid say he was trying to reach the realm of an eighth-level alchemist? Why did he go to the underground arena to fight again?"
Jian Wuya smiled bitterly, spread his hands, and said, "I don't know either, but it's gratifying to have thirty consecutive victories. Let's just think of it as promoting our academy!"
Sun Yuanliang sneered and said with a sneer: "What a piece of propaganda, he didn't mention the name of our academy at all, he only said it came from the Wuxiang Sword Sect."
Jian Wuya frowned, and he understood in an instant, and said: "The academy competition is coming soon, he did this because he didn't want to cause us trouble. Besides, after winning thirty consecutive games, couldn't others find out his details? "
Sun Yuanliang was immediately speechless. The master of the academy waved his hands and said: "That's all, even if he doesn't say he is a disciple of the academy, his behavior has made us famous. Thirty consecutive wins, hehe~~, I don't know him. Let’s wait and see how long we can last!”
In a huge courtyard in Nancheng, Nangong Hao had a gloomy face. Ever since the Enlightenment Tea and the Eight-leaf Lotus were robbed by Cheng Ling, the anger in his heart had been hard to calm down. It's just helpless that there is no trace of Cheng Ling. Even if he is found, the two treasures are probably used, and the hatred for Cheng Ling has reached its limit.
On this day, I was sitting in the hall thinking about how to catch Cheng Ling and prepare him properly. Outside the hall, Nangong Feiyan rushed in like a gust of wind and said to his face: "Brother, I heard about the man who robbed Huan Huan." The whereabouts of the boy in Ling Yuyi are here.”
Nangong Hao's brows jumped and asked, "Where is he?"
"I just heard someone talking about it in Wanbao Pavilion. That kid actually won thirty consecutive victories in the underground arena."
"Underground arena? Why would he go there?"
"I don't know about that. What a great opportunity. Although you can't kill people in the underground arena, if you are defeated, no one will gossip."
Nangong Hao's face lit up, and he was about to get up and go to the underground arena. He stopped in an instant and asked, "You said you heard the news in Wanbao Pavilion? How do they know Cheng Ling, and how could you happen to hear it?" ?”
Nangong Feiyan tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook her head and said: "I don't know, not only Wanbao Pavilion, but also people in the market are spreading news about him. They say that he is the leader of the Wuxiang Sword Sect and a famous sword in the south. An inner disciple of the academy."
Nangong Hao slowly sat back on the chair, pondered for a while, and said: "Don't worry, the underground arena is the Zhao family's territory. They spread the news like this just to make us take the initiative. Hehe, thirty consecutive victories, the fight is quite good. It's a good idea, we can help them stop that kid's winning streak without using the Zhao family's manpower."
"Brother, what should we do?"
"The revenge at the auction must be avenged, but don't be impatient. That boy offended not only our brothers and sisters, but also others who are more impatient!"
Nangong Feiyan didn't understand, but she knew that her brother had always had ideas, so she stood aside and said nothing. After thinking for a while, Nangong Hao said, "Feiyan, if you have free time these days, you can go to the underground arena and have a look. Don't rush to take action yet. Tell me if you have any news!"
"Yes!" Nangong Feiyan agreed and left in a hurry!
"It's really interesting. That boy is still in Yujing City. Do you really think that our East China Sea Dragon Palace is a vegetarian?" An evil smile flashed across Master Jiao's face, and he said coldly to the maid beside him: "Send a message to the sect. Door, let the Sixth Division
Brother, take action and teach him a lesson! "
"Junior sister, the boy who snatched the Phantom Feather Clothes before has appeared, and he is actually in the underground arena. Huh, I really don't know what to say, so let my brother take action and let him see the methods of my Misty Snow Sect!"
"Senior brother, he also obtained the Phantom Feather Clothes by his own ability. There is no need to remember it all the time. It's better not to cause trouble. After a while, the master and the others will be here."
"It doesn't matter. Since he is in the underground arena, he always allows others to challenge him. I will let him know the consequences of fighting with us!"
On the fourth day of the competition, there were many monks beside the ring. The Zhao family covers the sky in Yujing City, and it is natural to deliver news easily. Some disciples of the sect and family came to watch Cheng Ling's battle with curiosity.
An unknown sect leader actually dares to face the East China Sea Dragon Palace and the Nangong Family. Such courage is not something ordinary people can possess, not to mention that the other party has won thirty consecutive victories. If he can be defeated, his own statement will be as well. A big rise.
Therefore, Cheng Ling finally showed some strength in the fourth round of fighting. Although those people are not as powerful as the outstanding disciples of the nine major forces, they each have their own strengths. Fighting with them can expand their horizons and lay a good foundation for creating new sword skills.
From thirty consecutive wins to forty consecutive wins, Cheng Ling gained a lot from ten competitions. His new sword skills already have a rough outline. As long as he settles for a while, he will definitely gain something. And as the battles increased, he became more proficient in controlling swordsmanship. Every sword move was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace, leaving the opponent completely unable to figure out the details.
As a result, his reputation became even stronger. After the representatives of all forces passed the news back, more people came to watch.
On the fifth day, the combat power of the monks who came up to challenge gradually increased, and Cheng Ling had to increase his combat power to 60% to face it.
By suppressing his own strength, he has a better grasp of the details of swordsmanship. There is often nothing wrong with some sword moves. However, after suppressing the combat power and using them, although the power becomes smaller, some subtle flaws can be found in the sword moves. After adjustment, the sword technique becomes more rounded. .
Zhao Deming has completely given up guessing. As the challenger's strength increases, Cheng Ling's strength is also gradually increasing, and it is obvious that the opponent must have something to hide and has not used it to the limit.
Seeing that the forty-ninth victory was over, today's fifty-game winning streak was probably going to be taken away by him again. As soon as the eyes flashed, a monk wearing a moon-black robe came to the front and said calmly: "Donghai Dragon Palace Xiangtianwen, I want to challenge!"
Zhao Deming was shocked, Xiang Tianwen was not an ordinary person. Although his combat power was far inferior to that of Master Jiao, he was still among the top ten disciples of the East China Sea Dragon Palace. This kind of combat power is almost a level higher than the previous forty-eight challengers.
He took a deep breath and thought to himself: Cheng Ling, how far your strength has reached, Xiang Tianwen is the best touchstone. Then he announced loudly: "In the fiftieth game, Donghai Dragon Palace Xiangtianwen comes to challenge!"
Kong Xuehai suddenly stopped walking in the crowd and thought to himself: Asking the sky? It seemed that Master Jiao finally couldn't help but take action, so he might as well let him go find out about Cheng Ling first.
Cheng Ling's pupils shrank and Donghai Dragon Palace asked the sky. There is no doubt that it is the manpower on Master Jiao's side. Could it be the sniper monk hired by the Zhao family? He glanced at Zhao Deming and saw that the other person's expression did not change at all, as if he didn't care at all.
Xiang Tianwen jumped onto the stage, and the audience suddenly burst into cheers. East China Sea Dragon Palace is one of the nine major forces in Canglan Continent. Just listen to this
As you can see from the name, it is by no means simple. And looking at Tian Wen's posture, he was carrying a sheathed long sword on his back. The collision between knives and swords is even more exciting!
Cheng Ling fought for five consecutive days, and his style changed unpredictably, but the only thing that remained constant was his extremely fast swordsmanship. Now that we meet Xiang Tianwen from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, let us keep our eyes peeled to see whether Cheng Ling's sword is faster or Xiang Tianwen's sword is faster!
"If you admit defeat now, you can still save some face and suffer less physical pain!" He pulled out the long knife from behind and said coldly to Tianwen.
"Donghai Dragon Palace has a great reputation. Are you like others who only know how to talk?" Cheng Ling stood quietly and said coldly.
Xiang Tianwen held his right hand on the handle of the knife, lowered his body slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Then just wait to die!"
After saying that, he suddenly rose up, and with a movement of his body, he instantly closed the distance between the two people. The long knife in his hand seemed to have the effect of turning decay into magic. Silver light shone in the void, and the blade instantly scraped Cheng Ling's throat.
Cheng Ling didn't intend to defeat the opponent for a moment, but now he understood. In the ring battle, you must not expose your strongest strength too early to avoid an embarrassing situation where no one can challenge you. Moreover, not all the monks watching around are spectators. If there are some strong ones among them, they may become the next opponents.
If you expose your full strength prematurely, it will be easy for them to see the clues and attack your weaknesses. Therefore, in more than forty battles, he used different methods to defeat his opponents, making people completely confused about his depth.
A sword forcefully opened the blade, and everyone saw only a ray of light. Few people saw how Cheng Ling drew the sword. They only knew that Xiang Tianwen's sword had just appeared, and Cheng Ling's sword was already waiting there. His extreme speed, coupled with his powerful body-refining skills, allow him to produce powerful effects with very little power.
Xiang Tianwen frowned, his arms were numb, and he wanted to move away to avoid the sharp edge.
But Cheng Ling would never give such a chance. With one sword shot, the second sword followed closely, swinging the long knife in Xiang Tianwen's hand away, and stabbed Xiang Tianwen's vital part with four swords. .
Xiang Tianwen hurriedly withdrew the long knife in his hand and danced a shadow of the knife in front of him, trying to resist Cheng Ling's attack. But Cheng Ling's sword speed was too fast. He only parried three of the four swords. The last sword was still unable to be resisted. He moved sideways in his busy schedule and passed the vital part of his chest.
A sharp pain came, and the long sword penetrated his left shoulder. He was horrified. He suffered a big loss just after the fight. How could the other party be so powerful? The long knife slashed hard towards Cheng Ling's waist.
This move was filled with hatred, pouring almost all of his own true energy into it. The powerful sword force enveloped the spiritual energy in the void and rushed towards it crazily.
Cheng Ling retracted his long sword, Xuan Kong stepped out, turned to the side of Xiang Tianwen, and thrust out three more swords in succession.
laugh! laugh!
With two soft sounds, Xiang Tianwen's arm was hit again, and before he could react, the third sword was already placed under his neck. It was only then that the surface of the ring made of special metal cracked with a few deep knife marks. When Xiang Tianwen struck out with one strike, Cheng Ling actually struck out three swords in a row!
"What a fast sword. If you want to defeat him, you must contain his fast sword!"
Xiang Tianwen's face turned pale, and he said after a long time: "I lost, why did you defeat me so easily!"
Cheng Ling retracted his sword and said calmly: "The only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is the speed!"
After saying that, he turned around in a very charming way, leaving behind a naked figure, and disappeared from the ring!
