Cheng Ling thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle Zhao Sixth wants me to become a disciple of the Zhao family. Does the basic condition be a hundred consecutive victories?"
"Yes, you have won sixty consecutive victories now, but even so, I still have some doubts about your strength. Maybe you are hiding something and not showing it. As for the conditions for the Zhao family to recruit customers, I alone decide."
"It's just that I want to know what level your combat power has reached. According to the information I received, what you did in Yujing City does not seem to be low-key. In this case, without a certain amount of capital, I am afraid that I will not dare to do it easily. Let’s do it!”
Cheng Ling secretly exclaimed that it was awesome, and the other party made it clear that he had hidden his strength, and also used the pressure of other major forces to force him to defect to the Zhao family. In Yujing City, perhaps only the Zhao family can guarantee his safety.
Don't say that fighting is forbidden in the city. Cheng Ling knows that the rules are set by the strong. Among the nine major powers, as long as the top leaders of the East China Sea Dragon Palace or other major powers reach some kind of agreement with the Zhao family, it is not impossible to kill him. possible.
His mind raced, and he asked after a moment: "Uncle Zhao Liu, may I ask if the Zhao family will mobilize family disciples to carry out sniper attacks in subsequent challenges? Also, what benefits can I get if I become a disciple of the Zhao family."
Zhao Wengong laughed loudly, glanced at him appreciatively, and said, "You're a good boy, you even asked such a question."
Cheng Ling chuckled and said, "Since Uncle Zhao Liu has made the conditions, I naturally want to know what I have to pay."
"Okay, I can promise you that the children of the Zhao family will not take action again before a hundred consecutive victories. But boy, you have offended a lot of disciples from big forces. Plus sixty consecutive victories, if you want to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, I'm afraid It’s not that simple.”
"As long as the Zhao family doesn't take action, my pressure will be reduced. Since the other people are offended, just come over!"
"There's no need to be so nervous. Every outstanding disciple of a major force has his or her own plans and a lot of arrogance. According to my guess, they won't be able to mobilize their top combat power until they win ninety consecutive victories."
Cheng Ling shrugged and said it didn't matter. What was supposed to come would come anyway, whether it was early or late.
Zhao Wengong continued: "Becoming a disciple of my Zhao family, you can enjoy the salary of the Zhao family for a period of time, and you will naturally be driven by the family. It will depend on your performance at that time. If you can contribute a lot to my Zhao family, I can make the decision. The family’s cultivation resources, including exercises!”
When Cheng Ling heard this, he suddenly lost interest. He was not lacking in martial arts, swordsmanship, etc., so why bother becoming a disciple of someone else's family. He said calmly: "In that case, Uncle Zhao Liu, I will tell you frankly that becoming a disciple of the Zhao family is not my goal."
"Oh? Then what is your goal?"
"It's very simple, cooperate! Uncle Zhao Liu must have known my origin for a long time. In the future, Wuxiang Sword Sect or Famous Sword Academy can cooperate with the Zhao family!"
"Cooperation?" Zhao Wengong sneered: "With your sect and academy, there won't be much room for cooperation with my Zhao family!"
"It's true that I can't get into Uncle Liu's eyes right now, but please believe that one day, it will reach that point."
Zhao Wengong shook his head and smiled, not commenting on Cheng Ling's words, but said calmly: "Then wait until you have that kind of strength! Boy, even if you say
Our Zhao family will no longer send out sniper monks, but the remaining forty consecutive victories will not be so easy. "
"It doesn't matter, just ask Uncle Zhao Liu to wait and see!"
Zhao Wengong nodded briefly and said no more. In his capacity, extending an olive branch to Cheng Ling was considered a good deal. Since the other party refused, there was no need to continue the conversation. He immediately left the attic with Zhao Deqian.
Cheng Ling watched the two people leave. He could see that Zhao Deqian had always wanted to say something to him. But under the majesty of my father, I couldn't speak out. But he didn't care about these. He had greater ambitions in his heart, which were far beyond what a family disciple could satisfy.
In fact, he didn't care whether the Zhao family participated in Bailiansheng's sniper attack, but in Yujing City, he had to try his best to avoid offending local snakes. As for the monks from other forces, the soldiers will block them, the water will cover them, and the brave ones will win when they meet on a narrow road. Who will win or lose is still unknown.
One day passed, to his surprise, he won 60 to 70 consecutive victories. There were not many strong snipers. Only a core disciple from the East China Sea Dragon Palace was dispatched. Cheng Ling spent half an hour to defeat him. After a day of defending, It's over.
The seventy to eighty-year winning streak is still calm, but it feels vaguely like the calm before the storm. Cheng Ling was secretly vigilant. After every game, he would go back to the resting loft to learn sword skills and adjust his condition.
At the East China Sea Dragon Palace's residence in Jade City, Master Jiao asked in a cold voice to the three monks in front of him: "Eighty consecutive victories, and all three junior brothers were defeated by him. Do you really want me to take action personally?"
The expressions on the three people's faces were shocked. After a long time, they said softly: "Elder brother, that Cheng Ling is not simple, and I feel that he has hidden part of his strength. We are indeed no match!"
"Hmph! In that case, let him be arrogant for one more day. After ninety consecutive victories, I will kill him with my own hands!"
In the Nangong family, Nangong Hao was sitting on a large chair, lost in thought.
Originally, he thought that maybe someone from the Zhao family would go to snipe Cheng Ling. This kind of arena battle has always been like this. It is not only a means for the Zhao family to make a statement, but also has the purpose of recruiting outstanding monks to help the family.
Naturally, every monk needs a certain assessment. The monks of the Zhao family will snipe. If they pass, they will become the winner of a hundred consecutive victories, with unparalleled glory. If you cannot pass, it only means that you are not strong enough.
However, now that they have reached the 80th consecutive victory, the Zhao family has only dispatched one Zhao Deqian, and the other high-level combat forces are silent, which is obviously unreasonable. In the previous battles, I had been waiting and watching. It would be absolutely impossible for Cheng Ling to win a hundred consecutive victories!
Although he defeated Kong Xuehai, in his eyes, Kong Xuehai was not on the same level as himself. As long as he took action, he would definitely be able to kill Cheng Ling.
Where the Misty Snow Sect was, Yun Jingwen looked at Kong Xuehai quietly. Ever since he was defeated by Cheng Ling, he had been standing in the courtyard with messy hair and sloppy clothes, completely losing his past elegance.
She sighed in her heart and thought to herself: Although she didn't like her senior brother's usual behavior, he still had a friendship with the same family. If he continued like this, he might develop inner demons. Cheng Ling, although I have no enmity with you, I still have to ask for advice, but I will give you a fair fight!
Heroes from all sides are ready to go, waiting for the last moment to arrive. Eighty to ninety consecutive wins, Cheng Ling
Passed smoothly without any surprises. Just after the victory, standing on the ring, it seems that you can feel the undercurrent in the surrounding boxes.
Go back to the rest loft, put aside all distracting thoughts, close your eyes and try to adjust your state. Coming to the 90th consecutive victory, Master Jiao, Nangong Hao, and the monks who had robbed them at the previous auctions did not show up. One can imagine how difficult tomorrow's challenge will be.
The most feared thing about continuous challenges is the loss of true energy. His body contains 70% of the sword essence, which is of extremely high purity. Its endurance is several times that of ordinary monks. Coupled with the recovery ability of the Wood Phase Spirit Art, normal consumption can be replenished in a short time.
But from the opponents we know in front of us, it is still very difficult to win them all. Therefore, you must defeat your opponent with the minimum consumption, so that you can reduce your own sword yuan consumption in continuous battles.
"It seems that tomorrow's decisive battle will have to change its original tactics, and it will be a quick victory!"
The day passed quickly, and early the next morning, before daylight, the edge of the ring was packed to the brim. The Zhao family seemed to have predicted something, and specially built several high platforms on the edge for the convenience of the monks who came to watch.
Time passed slowly, and at midnight, Cheng Ling finally appeared. Yu Feng came forward and slowly landed on the ring. With a sweep of his consciousness, he suddenly spotted several familiar figures. It turned out that Master Jiao and Nangong Hao had gone directly to the high platform next to the ring instead of staying in the VIP room to watch.
Feeling the strong killing intent in the two men, he didn't want to say anything more and just stood quietly in the center of the ring.
Zhao Deming took a deep breath, looked at Cheng Ling on the stage, and at the stunningly beautiful woman beside him, and announced loudly: "In the ninety-first round of the arena competition, Piaomiao Snow Sect Yun Jingwen came to challenge !”
"Boom~!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience let out a roar. Yun Jingwen, ranked first among the ten in the world, and second among the core disciples of the Piaomiao Snow Sect, such a figure actually wants to challenge! And all the monks who understand know that Yun Jingwen is the former owner of Bailian Sheng, and her statue has been erected in the square.
Yun Jingwen jumped onto the ring in response. Her clothes were fluttering and her appearance was peerless. All the monks took a breath, causing the aura around the ring to become slightly chaotic. This is so beautiful, worthy of being a top ten disciple, some female cultivators even lowered their heads in shame.
Cheng Ling was also sizing up the other party. She was wearing a plain white waist dress, like a fairy under the moon. With waist-length hair, a cold complexion, and a tall figure, she is so beautiful that it makes people feel suffocated. Her facial features are very delicate, her bright eyes are as bright as stars, her red lips and white teeth, and her skin is white and rosy.
Such a stunning woman is indeed rare in the world, even better than when I first met Gu Youlan!
Cheng Ling had a wry smile on his face. He never expected to face such a situation in the first game. Let’s talk about Yun Jingwen’s cultivation first. Based on her reputation in the monastic world, if she really defeated her, she would probably be drowned by the spit from all around.
After Yun Jingwen came to the stage, she was also watching Cheng Ling. Seeing his expression, she frowned slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Cheng, you defeated my senior brother. Although the outcome of the competition is determined by fate, he is depressed all day now. As a Fellow disciple, we must seek some justice for him.”
"Of course, I know that today's battle in the ring is very important to you, so for the sake of fairness, let me give you some tips first!"
