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Chapter 100

When Jing Yingrong's name was manifested by the spirit pattern outside the seventh floor, the crowd of onlookers became noisy.

Many people were asking about this unfamiliar name, so, from Jing Yingrong's participation in the Absolute Beginning Apprentice Acceptance Conference to the recent behavior news, they were all dug out.

Just as the monks were exchanging various information, Jing Yingrong's name flashed and disappeared from the seventh floor.

"Is she on the eighth floor?"

"No way, how could it be so fast."

"Her name didn't appear on the eighth floor."

At this time, someone shouted in amazement: "Look! She's back to the bottom floor!"

"what?!"

Everyone looked at the bottom floor in disbelief, and sure enough, her name appeared in the spirit pattern outside the bottom floor.

Everyone couldn't help being in an uproar.

"How could this be? People who climbed to the seventh floor so quickly have no reason to have such a weak spiritual sense."

"Is this person a physical trainer?"

"Even if it is physical training, this partial subject is too serious."

"Impossible! The mirror girl can never be a body repairer!"

Someone said firmly.

A bystander asked, "Why are you so sure she's not a body repairer?"

The man's face flushed, and he said slowly: "The figure doesn't look like..."

The crowd laughed.

Some people lamented: "It's a pity, start over from the bottom, and you won't be able to break into the top ten anytime soon."

"Yeah, I wanted to see her compete with those rookies."

"I can't fight, you didn't look at those monsters—"

Before the man finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a strange silence.

Everyone stared straight at Qionglou, with astonished expressions on their faces, as if they had seen some incredible scene.

He didn't know why and asked, "What's wrong with you?" As he asked, he followed his companion's line of sight.

Then, he showed the same expression.

The name that was still in the spirit patterns on the bottom layer just now appeared on the seventh floor again.

The time difference in between, no matter what, it is impossible for an outer disciple to climb from the bottom layer to the seventh floor.

"What... what's going on? Is it my eyesight?"

"You can't see it, I saw it too, it's... just a moment!"

"Are you kidding! It's impossible!"

"That's right! It's impossible at all. How could it be possible to go from the bottom floor to the seventh floor all at once? Are the organs all decorations!"

The crowd boiled over.

Amidst the noise, someone proposed a hypothesis: "Could it be that there is a breakdown in the operation of the spirit pattern?"

"It's never happened before, but it's hard to say."

"Then do we have to report it to the elders and let the sect send someone to check?"

"Hmph, why don't you think there is something wrong with this person?"

A monk spoke sharply.

"What do you mean?"

The man said: "Don't you think it's strange? A Jindan cultivator who participated in the climbing activity for the first time actually reached the seventh floor in such a short time. Do it?"

Hearing this, everyone thought about it.

"You're right, it's a little weird."

"But what if people rely on their real skills?"

"Real skills? Hmph, looking at the previous disciples, how many of them can achieve this level? If she has real skills, it means that she must be a genius who is rare in a thousand years. If so, how could the sect send her away?" Put it at the outer door? Not to mention, letting her go to work is a waste of talent."

The surrounding fell into silence because of these words, and many people had doubts on their faces.

"So, you mean..."

"This person is very likely to cheat!"

His voice fell down, it was a coincidence that Jing Yingrong's name disappeared from the seventh floor again.

Immediately, it appeared on the eighth floor.

"hiss--"

Everyone took a deep breath.

The man was also shocked by it, and immediately became more excited: "Look, have you seen it? This is not the strength that an outer disciple should have at all! I dare say, there is definitely something wrong with this person!"

Many people have been shaken, although some people have doubts such as "how to do it is extremely difficult to cheat", but they are all drowned in the anger of the crowd.

"How can you cheat in the competition!"

"Cheating is too abhorrent, and this kind of behavior must not be tolerated."

"That's right, you must report it to the elder!"

"This person cannot be allowed to disrupt the order of fair competition!"

"Even if it's not cheating, we have to figure out why she can ascend the tower so quickly."

"Yes, this is very important."

Some people who have dealt with Jing Yingrong tried to refute the accusations and scolding of those people, but their words seemed very weak in the face of most people whose emotions had been aroused.

And at this very moment, Jing Yingrong raised her right hand facing the fusiform lens.

After shattering the lens in an instant and recovering it several times, she finally learned the upper limit of the lens' tolerance, and then launched an attack composed of diluted spiritual power.

In the eyes of Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui next to her, Jing Yingrong just raised her right hand, and then, the lens vibrated slightly, and Jing Yingrong's figure disappeared in an instant.

The two looked at each other.

It was the first time Shu Pinghui saw Lan Chucui's expression like that, but she couldn't care about Lan Chucui's thoughts now.

"I... am dreaming?"

She murmured with straight eyes.

When Jing Yingrong's name appeared on the ninth floor, juxtaposed with Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen, the crowd outside Qionglou completely boiled.

Especially the supporters of those two people were extremely emotional, and it could be said that they had reached a consensus for the first time - demanding that the Zongmen severely punish Jing Yingrong's cheating behavior.

No matter how noisy the outside is, it will not affect the interior of Qionglou.

ninth floor.

Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen are playing chess.

Witnessing this scene, even Jing Yingrong was stunned for a moment.

Yin Xueze's expression was calm, and his handsome face showed a bit of elegance, not as violent as usual; Wu Yaochen's expression was relaxed and calm, with a faint smile on his mouth.

Different from the peace on the surface of the two of them, the chessboard was already covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the flames of war were raging.

This is not just a description, but a vision created by the chessboard behind the two.

Neither of them noticed Jing Yingrong's arrival.Jing Yingrong stood aside and watched the confrontation on the chessboard for a while, then asked aloud:
"Will the winner be able to go up?"

The two of them paused for a moment before turning their heads to look at Jing Yingrong.

Yin Xueze showed no expression, Wu Yaochen was slightly surprised, but not too surprised.

"Senior Sister Jing came sooner than I expected," he chuckled, "The winner goes to the top floor first, but you have to wait for someone who is playing against you."

Jing Yingrong shook her head: "I don't know how to play chess, don't wait."

After all, her figure disappeared on the ninth floor.

Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen were both taken aback.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time, they tied the chess game.

Therefore, the two came to the top floor at the same time.

(End of this chapter)