Things are obviously not that simple, Hanyue explained,
"The power of the world is different from any other power in this world."
"This is the original power, superior to all powers in the world."
"That is to say, at the level above, your world power is the highest in the world, no one else."
"But! But!"
"This small ball is currently just a prototype of the world, and the power of the world contained in it is almost nothing."
Ling Yun tried to use his thoughts to mobilize the power of the small world, and suddenly a wisp of chaotic energy as thick as one-tenth of a hair filled the air.
"Is this the power of the world?"
Ling Yun was very curious and found that after the chaotic energy entered his Dantian, his true energy increased by at least 50%.
"Hanyue, the power of this world is useful, it's not just equal to nothing!"
Ling Yun was excited. He was able to bless 50% of his true energy. This couldn't be considered as almost nothing, right?
Han Yue rolled her eyes at Ling Yun. With this little power... is there no difference between him and Yue?
"Hmph! Ling Yun, don't think that it's a good thing that the World Tree has evolved the prototype of the world so early!"
"This also means that from now on, you must continue to nourish it, so that the small world can give birth to the world spirit and become a real world."
"Otherwise, this little round ball will always be just a prototype of the world... Well, it's probably equivalent to being just an egg forever, do you understand?"
Ling Yun understood.
This so-called evolved world needs continuous cultivation before it can eventually evolve into a truly big world.
"Cultivation! Must be cultivated!"
Just the power of the world mobilized by the prototype of a small world can increase one's true energy by 50%.
If this were a real world, how powerful would it be to give blessings?
"Ling Yun wins! Wan Hua Yu... loses!"
The referee's voice finally brought Ling Yun back to reality.
"Eh? Where is Wanhua Yuren?"
Ling Yun looked around but could not find Wan Huayu's figure.
"This little girl, are you still embarrassed?"
Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a little funny, who asked her to use that illusion to confuse herself.
He just tried to imagine it, but he didn't expect it to actually work.
"Ling Yun, you bastard, what did you just do to my sister?"
As soon as Ling Yun jumped off the ring, Wan Yushu rushed over.
He could clearly see Wan Huayu's expression just now in the audience. This bastard Ling Yun had definitely bullied his sister.
"Um...well..."
Ling Yun touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. He couldn't say that I fucked your sister in the illusion.
"Hmph! Wan Yushu, you have nothing to do with your sister and me!"
Ling Yun didn't want to talk to Wan Yushu anymore and came to the edge of the stands.
"You brat, I didn't expect that your soul power is still above the Ten Thousand Flowers. It was a miscalculation. It was a miscalculation."
Wu De took out the black scroll with some pain and said categorically, "One million spiritual stones, not a word less."
"cough..."
Ling Yun coughed lightly, then smiled and hugged Wu De's shoulders, "Hi! Shopkeeper, we are all friends. We are going to the ancient secret realm together tomorrow, right?"
"What do you want to do?"
Wu De immediately looked at Ling Yun warily, "Want to have sex for nothing?"
"Ahem! That's a free prostitution. I, Ling Yun, am not that kind of person."
Ling Yun looked upright, and then his tone softened a bit, "Hi! Shopkeeper, I want you to write an IOU first..."
"Then it's still a free prostitution!"
Wu De immediately put away the black scroll.
"Shopkeeper, you can't do this in business!"
Ling Yun grabbed Wu De and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay five hundred thousand first, and the remaining half will be an IOU, and I'll pay it off within a month!"
"Brother Yun, I'll lend you one hundred thousand!"
Ning Xiaodong handed over a storage bag.
This is the money he got from selling the ancestral home left to him by his father last night.
"Thanks, brother!"
Ling Yun handed the two storage bags to Wu De, "Six hundred thousand!"
Wu De reluctantly said, "Okay, for the sake of being a friend, I will let you write an IOU, but first, you have to pay interest."
"..."
Ling Yun gritted his teeth and agreed.
Wu De immediately used magic to take out the IOU with the terms already written down. Ling Yun only needed to fill in the amount and then sign and pledge it.
"Is this okay?"
Ling Yun carefully read the contents of the IOU, and after confirming that there were no problems, he completed the procedures.
"You brat, don't be so arrogant. One million, including interest, is only about 1.3 million. It's an advantage for you."
Wu De threw the black scroll to Ling Yun, "Just drop blood on it."
Ling Yun immediately came to a secluded place and opened the scroll.
"Being a god implies killing!"
Use the power of the soul to activate it, use the true energy to perform the golden light sword finger, and send the enemy into reincarnation with one finger.
Ling Yun forced a drop of blood essence onto the black scroll. Suddenly, the writing on the scroll gradually faded into a ray of light and disappeared into Ling Yun's eyebrows.
With just a thought, you can activate this ancient secret technique of attack.
"It is indeed an ancient secret technique. It is as easy to learn and use as the Nine Transformations of the Demon."
Ling Yun's confidence increased greatly and he looked towards the arena.
At this time, all eight duels in the black group have been played.
Next, it turned out to be another duel between the black group.
Eight into four!
The first set of duels:
Ling Yun versus Huang Yan!
Whoosh!
A simple and honest young man with a round baby face but a tall and burly body jumped onto the ring.
In his hand, he held a thick gold iron rod more than two meters long and as thin as a child's arm.
"This is a seeded player!"
The message given by Ma Mingyang appeared in Ling Yun's mind.
The most important point is that Huang Yan's weapon, the gold iron rod, is made of deep sea gold iron. It is very heavy, estimated to weigh more than a thousand kilograms.
"Ling Yun!"
Huang Yan danced a stick flower casually, releasing his fifth-level cultivation in the Wheel Sea Realm, and then pointed at Ling Yun and shouted,
"My master said that your soul is different. If you launch a soul attack, I will not be able to defend you now."
"So when I come to the stage, I just want you to give me a blow. No matter what the result is, I, Huang Yan, will admit defeat."
"He is an interesting person."
Ling Yun couldn't help but smile, stepped onto the stage, and then took out the Thunder Tribulation Sword,
"Since Brother Huang said so, please enlighten me!"
As he spoke, Ling Yun stamped his feet violently, one hundred and eight meridians in his body swelled, and the tenth level of cultivation in the Tongmai Realm was released.
"What?! The tenth level of Tongmai Realm!"
The crowd's eyes suddenly widened.
They remembered that Ling Yun had just sneaked into the second level of the arena battle, and it seemed that he was only at the fourth level of Tongmai Realm.
In less than three days, Ling Yun had opened up 108 meridians in his body and reached the tenth level of meridians.
The improvement speed of this level of cultivation is too fast.
What made them even more incredible was that Ling Yun's aura was extremely rich, and there was no such thing as a vain attempt to forcibly improve his cultivation level.
"How on earth did this kid do it?"
Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed into a thin line.
Ling Yun's spiritual roots are so rubbish. It stands to reason that his cultivation level cannot improve so quickly.
After all, with his full support, Ye Mengyan had only reached the ninth level of Tongmai Realm.
