Zhao Deming was completely shocked. He didn't expect that even Xiang Tianwen was not Cheng Ling's enemy with ten swords. Moreover, the words he said before he left, "The only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken are those that are fast." The more he thought about it, the more profound it became. Even he felt a sense of it. Such a clear understanding, no wonder Deccan would praise it so much.
He couldn't confirm whether Cheng Ling had used his true strength so far.
Kong Xuehai frowned. Cheng Ling's sword was very fast and coherent. His sword handling technique was very similar to that of the Shura Sword Sect. Could it be that he had some connection with the Shura Sword Sect?
However, he was still full of confidence in defeating Cheng Ling. Xiang Tianwen was only among the top ten disciples of the East China Sea Dragon Palace at best, but he was ranked fourth on the Piaomiao Snow Sect disciple list. I thought to myself: Keep the distance and avoid close combat. As long as the distance is enough, it will be useless no matter how fast his sword speed is. Use long-range attacks to suppress him. The swordsman's defense is generally not very high.
After defeating Xiang Tianwen, Cheng Ling rushed to the attic as if he was running away, cursing himself in his heart for being so boastful. Sure enough, in less than a moment, his consciousness spotted Zhao Deqian running towards him. With a headache, he could only use the Xuan Kong Step to the limit, rushed into the attic in an instant, and hung a sign for retreat outside. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
When Zhao Deqian arrived, he could only stare at the sign at the door in a daze, his heart full of melancholy, and his admiration for Cheng Ling rose to a higher level. Seeing that someone is so strong and still working hard to practice in seclusion, how different is it from me, who only wants to find shortcuts. If not, I will go back to practice quickly and speed up my martial arts skills again!
While thinking about it, he reluctantly glanced at Cheng Ling's attic before leaving!
Cheng Ling was sitting cross-legged in the hall at this time. His consciousness scanned Zhao Deqian and finally left, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his head with a wry smile. This kid is really easy to learn, but can he change his attitude of breaking the casserole and asking for answers? Otherwise, who will bear it?
Pull back your thoughts and think carefully about today's battle. The disciples of the nine major forces finally took action. After today's battle, there will definitely be more powerful opponents coming. He must be fully prepared. He has some clues about the new third-grade sword skills. In future battles, he may be able to Get more inspiration yourself.
"What, Sixth Junior Brother, you actually lost?" In Yujing City, where the East China Sea Dragon Palace resides, Master Jiao looked angrily at Xiang Tian in front of him.
Xiang Tianwen felt ashamed and said, "Elder brother, his sword is too fast, I am no match for him."
"Damn it, send a message back to the sect quickly and ask the other junior brothers to come over. I don't believe that he can block the sniper attack from my East China Sea Dragon Palace!"
From the Nangong family, Nangong Hao's face was a little moved. The sixth-ranked disciple of the East China Sea Dragon Palace was defeated by Cheng Ling, and he only used less than ten swords. Such strength forced him to take it seriously.
After pondering for a while, he said: "Feiyan, I will go to the underground arena with you tomorrow!"
In Yujing City, various teahouses and restaurants are talking about Cheng Ling's fifty-game winning streak today. Zhao Deming did it intentionally, so naturally it spread very quickly. The monks who heard about Cheng Ling's achievements were either impressed or indifferent, and some were eager to challenge. The next competition was destined to face more challenges.
On the sixth day, Cheng Ling came to the underground arena again. The number of spectators around him was much larger than yesterday. He swept away with his consciousness and found that the spectators who came today were stronger than yesterday. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He was not surprised but happy. Today’s opponent should be able to lead
Put more pressure on yourself!
Zhao Deming soon announced the start of the challenge!
Several VIP rooms were temporarily set up on the high floors around the arena, and most of them were occupied by senior elders and disciples of major forces. They don't need to crowd around like ordinary spectators to watch the battle in the ring.
When they reach fifty consecutive victories, most major forces will try to recruit them. Such monks are of high cultivation value to the sect and family. Some extreme sects would even kill those monks after their recruitment was rejected.
If it cannot be used by me, I must destroy it with all my strength to avoid becoming enemies in the future. In the world of monasticism, natural selection is so cruel.
"Mr. Wu, what do you think of this boy?"
In a VIP room, five old or middle-aged monks were sitting side by side. If Cheng Ling were here, he would definitely be able to see that the five people here are at least strong men in the tribulation stage. Two of them have Yue Zhi and a calm aura, which seems to be higher than the others.
The speaker was a young man, asking an old man sitting in the middle.
Mr. Wu in the middle said calmly: "With fifty consecutive wins, we can't tell where his bottom line is yet. He can be listed as a key observation target. What's more, he also uses a sword!"
"If there is someone with the strength of the core disciple of the sect, I plan to introduce him to the sect master!"
"Oh, you're so sure?"
"I have observed the battles of the past few days. His swordsmanship is extremely fast, and his foundation is very solid. Especially his footwork, I can faintly feel a hint of spatial artistic conception."
"Spatial artistic conception? It's very good. Judging from his bone age, he should be less than a year old. It is really rare to be able to understand the most profound spatial artistic conception."
In another VIP room, the middle-aged monk who was previously in the Zhao Family Pavilion in Yujing City was visibly present, accompanied by none other than Zhao Deqian.
The middle-aged monk glanced at the two people fighting in the ring. Less than half an hour had passed and Cheng Ling had defeated five challengers. He couldn't help but nodded silently.
Zhao Deqian was very excited, as if he was fighting in the ring. The middle-aged monk gave him a gentle look and said, "Qian'er, do you admire him very much?"
Zhao Deqian was shocked, as if a child was caught by an adult doing bad things, and said: "Dad, Brother Cheng is extremely powerful, and many of what he said have greatly inspired me. During this period, many problems in cultivation have arisen." The answers can all be found in those words.”
"Oh? What did he say?"
Zhao Deqian scratched his head and said: "Just like what he said, 'If you let him be strong, he will be strong, and the breeze will blow on the mountains; if he let him be horizontal, the bright moon will shine on the river.' What else is there to say, 'Only the fastest martial arts in the world can be defeated', 'The best in heaven' Tao, what is more than is lost is what is not enough to make up for...' and so on."
The middle-aged monk was startled when he heard it, and chewed it carefully. These words seemed to make some sense, but the general outline of monasticism was similar to the meaning, but it was described in such simple words, which made people resonate and understand it more. Much easier.
I can't help but have some doubts in my heart. The writing methods of the cultivation techniques I have learned in the past are too obscure. There is someone who can summarize the content so brilliantly. This Cheng Ling is indeed somewhat capable. He will observe it for another two days and then decide whether to come forward in person.
While thinking about it in his heart, Zhao Deqian said happily: "Dad, you see Brother Cheng has won again. I'm afraid only my aunt will win."
My aunt and uncle must take action to defeat him! "
The middle-aged monk raised his eyes and saw that indeed, Cheng Ling had won three games in a row, and the next one would be his 60th consecutive victory. However, the perspective in his eyes was different from that of Zhao Deqian. In previous battles, Cheng Ling seemed to have used different methods to win.
So far, after nine consecutive games, the aura has not been disordered at all. This is by no means as simple as winning, and it is likely that most of the strength is hidden.
The arena competition is not an ordinary competition. There is no rest in between. No matter how strong the monks in the field are, if they fight fiercely for more than five consecutive games, they will be exhausted and their true energy will be seriously consumed. On the other hand, Cheng Ling had already fought nine games in a row, and the lowest cultivation level of any opponent was the peak of the late integration period.
With his own peak cultivation level in the late stage of integration, he still has room to maintain so many consecutive victories. It is obvious that the opponent's strength is higher than those of the challengers. I couldn't help but think of what Zhao Deming said before. Cheng Ling's strength is something that I still can't see through!
But now, I heard that only the top ten disciples from the East China Sea Dragon Palace have come forward to challenge him. Should we increase the intensity of the sniper attacks and send more powerful opponents to find out his true identity?
While he was thinking about it, he glanced at a monk wearing moon-white robes and jumping onto the ring. It was Kong Xuehai from the Misty Snow Sect, and a trace of expectation suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Kong Xuehai is not comparable to ordinary monks. He can be ranked among the top five in Piao Miao Snow Sect, which is another level higher than Xiang Tianwen of East China Sea Dragon Palace.
"Fellow Daoist Cheng, my junior sister really likes that Phantom Feather Clothes. I wonder if I can give it up?" After jumping onto the ring, Kong Xuehai gave a gift to him and said gently with a smile on his face.
Cheng Ling sneered in his heart, he had already seen through that this pretty boy of yours was a hypocrite. He looked polite on the outside, but the things he did were quite insidious. Now he has fifty-nine consecutive victories, and only the last game is left to get sixty consecutive victories.
The pretty boy showed up at this moment, didn't he just want to attack his winning streak at the most critical moment? Moreover, he had just fought nine games in a row. Generally speaking, the real energy in his body had been exhausted. The reason he came on stage at this time was to take advantage of him. If he won, he could brag about his strength to the outside world. It was really easy to calculate.
He said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, come here. If you win, Phantom Feather Clothes will be given to you with both hands. If you lose, get away as far as you can, and don't let me see you again!"
Kong Xuehai was furious in his heart. He didn't expect that the other party would be so disrespectful. A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes and he said calmly to him: "In this case, Kong will only be offended!"
Turning his right hand, a snow-white fan made of bone jade came into his hand, and he shouted in a low voice: "Snowflake Secret Fan!"
Uh-huh!
The fan unfolded and turned into a semicircular afterimage, spinning towards Cheng Ling at high speed!
The Piaomiao Snow Sect's exercises and martial arts are famous for their mistiness and coldness. As soon as he took action, the air froze, ice crystals slid down, and invisible energy was hidden in the cold wind, which blew harder and harder. Immediately, snowflakes seemed to fall in the space of the underground arena. These snowflakes fell piece by piece, and wherever they landed, they were affected by Qi Jin.
In an instant, the entire arena was almost covered in snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the temperature of the space seemed to have dropped by dozens of degrees. It made people feel their teeth trembling for a while, and they stared nervously at the figure covered in snowflakes on the ring.
