In this lively venue, the four seats in front of the crowd were a little turbulent, and the terrifying blood energy fluctuations from all directions were constantly impacting. It was obvious that the three parties gathered together, making the remaining party overwhelmed.
The man named Zhou Tong, with his flowing silver hair casually scattered on the shining silver robe rusted with purple moon orchids, raised his head slightly, his expression was calm and serene, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile, Putting one hand on the propped up leg, his movements were natural and unrestrained, and he asked lightly: "You are a little out of touch, don't you need to give me such a big gift?"
The sword-browed man furrowed his brows, his voice seemed a little chilly, and he asked, "It doesn't make sense for the master to drive into my Lin family without permission."
The remaining two people looked at the man in silver robes, their eyes full of anger.
At this time, everyone was also attracted by this. At this moment, the crowds gathered in the four seats, and the storm was everywhere.
Someone in the crowd whispered: "It is said that Zhou Tong's realm is one level higher than that of our family master, and there is a person in Xiaoxuanmen who is higher than him. It would be unwise for our Lin family to conflict with him."
Someone else said: "What are you afraid of? The blood spirit of our family is the sword spirit, the master of killing, and invincible in the same realm."
"Yes, you're right. Maybe the head of the family can jump over the ranks and fight. Why should he increase others' ambition and destroy his own prestige?"
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"Clan Chief Lin, Zhou just came to see Mr. Ling's strength, isn't this also okay?" the silver-robed man said with a smile.
The sword-browed man stared blankly and stopped talking.
The second elder on the stage, his eyes were a little confused at this time, and he thought in his mind: "How come so many things happened today? Normally nothing happens!" The old man looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, which recorded a series of serial numbers, and the old man shouted loudly Said: "In the first game, Party A's No. 5 will play against Party B's No. 5. Players please come out."
A young man in a black shirt walked through the crowd. His black eyes were shining brightly. He looked at the young man in a green shirt walking towards the front. His expression was a little stiff at first, but then turned into ecstasy.
The second elder watched silently and said loudly: "Please fight against each other to show respect in martial arts."
The two teenagers looked at each other and hugged each other. The young man in black shirt smiled and said with a smile: "Young Master Lin, my name is Lin Fang. I will hurt you later, but I hope you won't be offended. However, fists and feet have no eyes, young master must be careful."
When the young man in green shirt heard these words, his bright face was full of smile, "You try your best to attack, I will do whatever I want!"
The young man in black shirt was a little angry. He clasped his four fingers inwards and punched out, which contained surging blood energy. Looking at the fluctuations, he already had the strength of the sixth level of blood energy. He thought to himself: "Young master is only the fifth level of blood energy. This A simple punch should be enough.”
He saw that the scene was not as he imagined. The simple punch was resolved by the young man casually waving his sleeve. The young man in black shirt looked at the fluctuation of blood energy, which actually reached the sixth stage of blood energy, and murmured at the corner of his mouth. : "I still underestimate you, but so what?"
At this moment, the young man in green shirt did not move, just stood there blankly. The young man in black shirt brought all the blood in his body, and the blood flowed along the muscles and veins of his body, and gathered it on his right fist. If it was just child's play before, now it is the highlight.
The strength of the whole body was released without reservation, whipping up gusts of wind, whizzing past, and punched the young man in green shirt hard. The young man thought to himself: "This punch should be able to knock him down." Bar."
However, unexpectedly, the young man still waved his sleeves, and the black-shirted boy's entire body changed position. The green-shirted boy casually pointed at him, and the rich blood energy waves washed through his body, and his whole body changed. Flying upside down, the audience was filled with deathly silence, followed by thunderous cheers. The sword-browed man in front of the seat also nodded. Only Lin Zijian looked disdainful.
The boy in black shirt spat out a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely: "Seventh degree of blood energy, I did not lose unjustly."
The young man in green robe looked at the cheers from the audience, and his heart tightened. It felt like he had never experienced it before. In the next four competitions, a young man in gray robe stood out. He completely defeated his opponent in a few moves and won quite a lot. It was easy, which inevitably made the young man in green robes look a little sideways. Moreover, the young man in gray robe used the family's basic spell Qingfeng Sword Technique, but the way he used it was relatively crude. It was not as gentle and fluttering as Lin Jianchi's, and his sword dance was like a fish. The children were playing in the water. Lin Zixuan was not called in the next few games, but two people appeared in that group. The identities of those two people were both from the Presbyterian Church. The man in gray robe was named Lin Mu, and he was one of the three elders. Sun, the relationship between the third elder and the Supreme Elder is irreversible, so Lin Mu is on good terms with Lin Zijian, and Lin Mu is headed by Lin Zijian. The remaining one is just an ordinary member of the Lin family. He wants to use this opportunity to gain entry. The qualifications of Clan Tower, after the baptism of blood, leaped through the old gate.
At this moment, the goatee old man said with a smile: "Next, the rest of the competition is the focus, so I won't talk nonsense anymore, everyone will wait and see!"
“Party A’s No. 5 versus Party B’s No. 3!”
The unknown young man walked forward slowly, bowed slightly and cupped his fists. Lin Zixuan also cupped his fists in return.
"Young Master, my name is Lin Anping. I am an eighth-level warrior. If I can defeat you, and then defeat Lin Mu, I am the one who has the qualifications to win the Clan Tower." The young man said.
Lin Zixuan looked into the young man's eager eyes and said slowly: "You are too utilitarian and are not suitable for cultivation."
"Hmph! How do you know? Wait until I defeat you, and then you will know whether I am suitable for practice." The young man said angrily.
Lin Zixuan watched the fluctuations of the eighth stage of the young man's blood whizzing out without panic at all. He stood in the same position as when he defeated Lin Fang. The young man looked at this scene and became even more angry, "Do you really think that I am that Lin Fang? I am too underestimated. I'm here, I'll teach you a lesson for the head of the family!" the young man thought to himself.
"Luo Yunzhang!" The young man shouted.
I saw a huge palm print slowly forming in the air, mixed with thick blood energy fluctuations, and hitting the young man quickly. Lin Zixuan's expression remained unchanged, he clenched his left hand and swung it forward, and a light curtain formed in front of the young man. A hemispherical shield, the huge palm print came into contact with the light screen, and instantly turned into nothingness, and there were constant banging sounds in the air. Seeing this scene, the young man mocked: "The young master is indeed the young master, this kind of skill is not like ours" What ordinary people have, but next, you may be surprised, but don’t be afraid, because, like this!”
The young man was breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. The heat in the air rose sharply, and there were traces of flames dancing. At this moment, Lin Zixuan felt a little uncomfortable, and his skin also felt a burning sensation.
Under the stage, the Great Elder looked at this scene with some surprise, and murmured to the sword-browed man beside him: "Clan Chief, this Lin Anping has a deep understanding of flames!"
"No, I see that his breath is unstable, he is sweating profusely, and his face is pale. This is caused by exhausting all the spiritual energy in his body. I guess he must have used external objects."
On the stage, the young man's fist was filled with flames, and he punched him again.
"Jian'er, how sure are you of receiving this punch?" the white-haired old man asked.
"Less than 50%!" The man in black robe said solemnly.
I saw Lin Zixuan raised his right hand, the light curtain became more solid, the young man smiled, this punch rushed down like a broken bamboo, the light curtain kept trembling, and the flames kept burning, but just outside, by This shows how thick the light curtain is.
"Do you only know how to hide?" the young man asked provocatively.
"No"
"Haha, let me see how long you can hide in this turtle shell?"
Lin Zixuan spread the light curtain, and a delicate face appeared in front of everyone, with a slight smile on his face.
"Actually, I don't have to hide! Because...it only takes one punch to hit you!"
