Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() After Chu Lang made a virtual salute, he waited quietly for the opponent's attack. Wang Sichao also seemed to know that only by catching the first opportunity can he have a chance to bring down Chu Lang.Apart from anything else, the volley was the most violent attack, and an invisible force swept across and a gust of wind rushed towards Chu Lang.

Chu Lang took a light step forward to dodge the whirlwind, then rose into the air and slapped his palm in the air. It only took eight percent of his internal strength to defuse the opponent's blow.

Wang Sichao paused in his heart, and countless figures of Chu Lang appeared in his pupils. The speed was so fast that he couldn't help but quickly backed up. Using the unique secret manual of Shenyuemen, he broke through and stood on the edge of Chu Lang's back.

Chu Lang frowned slightly. This guy still has a few tricks, so he will be underestimated by then. The movement technique just now can suddenly come out from the Lingxu Nine Swords that shakes all directions.

There was a burst of applause from below the arena, and Luo Yan yelled even louder, as if Chu Lang couldn't hear him.

Luo Yan's arena is also Xun's arena, ranked No. 231. His two opponents are not strong, and he successfully entered the afternoon competition. This guy's hatred for Chu Lang is even deeper.

In fact, Wang Sichao was already sweating coldly. It was really dangerous just now, and if he was a little slower, he would have to explain here. Wang Sichao looked at Chu Lang intently.

Chu Lang waved a piece of sword flower and rolled towards Wang Sichao again, there was a sound of intertwined and clashing weapons in the void, suddenly Chu Lang made a little effort, clicked, and cut off the opponent's sword, and at the same time, it disappeared and hit Wang Sichao's throat , was only one point away from being pierced by Chu Lang's Bingpo Youhuang Sword.

Wang Sichao's chest was heaving and heaving, his face was blue and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. If Chu Lang stabbed at him recklessly, he was afraid that his own life would be lost. He couldn't help but look at Chu Lang with begging eyes, hoping that he would show mercy.

Many people around did not expect that Chu Lang had fought for a long time against Li Mingkong, who was also at the spiritual realm, in the morning, but when he faced Wang Sichao, the match ended within a few rounds. It seemed that Chu Lang won easily.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Chu Lang's mouth, and he slowly withdrew his sword. Wang Sichao was pulled back from the edge of death, and he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he dodged down to the ring.

"Chu Lang, win." The referee's voice sounded, and with the cheers of many people around him, Chu Lang got off the ring.

The game continued, and the next group of people quickly stepped onto the ring and started another battle.

Mei Yuling was watching from the audience at some point, and congratulated Chu Lang, "Boy, it was a great win just now. Congratulations on entering the next round."

"It's you, why are you here? Didn't you participate in the competition?" Chu Lang looked at Mei Yuling in surprise. <Feng showed a smile, but what he said made Chu Lang very uncomfortable, this girl was making fun of herself.

Chu Lang couldn't see through her cultivation, but could vaguely feel that she was about to enter the recasting realm, and he couldn't figure out why every woman he met was so advanced in martial arts.

"Are men in this life inferior to women in all aspects?" Chu Lang wondered.

Chu Lang glanced at the martial arts competition on the ring, where two disciples at the Innate Realm were fighting inseparably.

Chu Lang also just took a few glances before looking at the other arenas. The same was true for Mei Yuling. She must have regretted coming here to watch.

For high-level fighters, watching these preliminary competitions is like watching children fighting. Apart from feeling a little clumsy in their movements and triggering a smile, there is nothing else.

Chu Lang couldn't stand it anymore and asked puzzledly: "Actually, today's game is nothing to watch. They are all trying to filter out some troubled waters. Just like me, they are here to find luck. If you are lucky, you can get mixed into the semi-finals. It can only stop there.”

Mei Yuling shook her head and said with a smile: "Why do you underestimate yourself? With your current skills, I'm afraid you still have a chance of winning against warriors in the fifth or sixth level of congenital realm. If you have another hidden secret, you may go even further. I don't think so." Would like to miss such a wonderful game."

"I'm not as exaggerated as you said. Besides, I have nothing to hide. It's in front of you. It's just this level. If you want to see my jokes, I'm afraid you can't fulfill your wish. Or you can see Other brothers who are handsome and have high martial arts skills." Chu Lang had already secretly guessed that this young senior uncle would not be so kind to come to praise him, and there must be some conspiracy.

Mei Yuling raised her eyebrows and glared at Chu Lang, saying: "Stinky boy, did you not teach enough last time, and didn't respectfully address you when you saw Master Uncle, what about you, me, and me, have you respected your teacher?"

"Hey, that's right. What Uncle Master taught me is that I don't dare to go against Uncle Master's will. You have fun, Uncle Master." Chu Lang smiled and said weakly one after another.

Mei Yuling couldn't tell that it was Chu Lang's intention, and she didn't want to continue talking nonsense to herself, so Mei Yuling didn't want to say anything, so she glared at Chu Lang and said, "Then I wish Master and Nephew Chu every step of the way, and advance to the semi-finals smoothly." Slightly."

Chu Lang watched the three of them leave the Sword Dance Square, then recovered his senses and continued to watch the competition on the ring.

To Chu Lang's surprise, he thought that after the two rounds of competition in the morning, most people would be eliminated, but there were also a lot of people in the afternoon competition, so it seems that there are still a few competitions to be played this afternoon.

Looking at the figures jumping up and down all around, the competition on the eight arenas has been going on all the time, but some people are excited and some are disappointed. This is always a theme in the arena, whether it is a literary fight or a martial fight.

Chu Lang glanced at the Qiankun Arena in the distance, but he never found Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng. Chu Lang didn't think that Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng would be eliminated because of this, and believed even more that Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng could easily advance to the final.

Chu Lang didn't pay too much attention to other things. He kept paying attention to the winners in Xun's arena, secretly observing their martial arts moves, and some things that had been hidden. Some of these people would meet later. This is something that cannot be avoided.

Chu Lang looked very carefully, and when he met a threatening opponent, he secretly kept an eye out, remembering that person's face, as long as the level was higher than his own, Chu Lang would check carefully for clues, for fear of missing some details.

Chu Lang believed that as long as he repeatedly watched the martial arts moves of the same player, he would definitely be able to discover some other differences. Therefore, Chu Lang did not go to cheer Hua Feifeng and Chen Lin, and stayed under the Xun ring.

During this period, Chu Lang took the stage twice, but this luck really made Chu Lang shake his head and sigh in excitement. Maybe there is a destiny in the dark.

One of the two opponents behind Chu Lang was at the fourth level of spiritual space, and the other was at the eighth level of spiritual space. It didn't take much effort for Chu Lang to defeat them and advance to the next level.

The eight arenas on the Sword Dance Square continued from noon to evening, and there were people fighting continuously without a break.

Many disciples were eliminated as the competition progressed and left the Sword Dance Square one after another. In the evening, Chu Lang spent a lot of time in the final round of the competition to defeat the tall and thin man. The opponent was as gifted as himself In terms of realm cultivation, Chu Lang was only a little higher than the other party.

It was the first time for Chu Lang to meet an opponent of the same level. After the two fought for a long time, Chu Lang won the victory by using the simple and direct move of the Drunken Three Swords from the Bing Po You Huang Excalibur. Strength, I don't know if anyone secretly pays attention to it.

But this Chu Lang didn't worry about it, and he soon felt relieved. Now that the first day of the preliminary competition has ended, the referee on the Xun ring ring announced that there are 32 people left, and tomorrow will compete for the top eight people to enter the whole school. The round of 64 finals.

In the end, Chu Lang finally entered the top 32 of Xun's arena without any danger. He raised his eyes and scanned the surrounding arenas. Except that there were people competing in the arena, everything else was over, that is to say, every arena was Has produced 32 top masters.

Chu Lang waved to Chen Lin and the three who were walking in the distance: "Xiao Pang, I'm here."

"Brother Lang, the Xun ring competition is over, have you entered the top 32?" Chen Lin asked excitedly.

"It's lucky, I just entered, how about you?" Chu Lang nodded.

Zhang Yanxue said with a disappointed look on her face: "He and Hua Feifeng both entered, and I, I was eliminated."

Zhang Yanxue had a dejected look on her face, and her small eyes turned slightly red when she said that, obviously she was very sad.

Chu Lang went up to comfort him and said: "Xue'er, it's okay. In fact, this kind of martial arts competition has too much luck. Among so many disciples, many of them must be above the innate realm. If I match up, I will lose. If I try my best, I will lose." Well, besides, there is no need to compete in the next game, you can come and cheer us up."

"Yes, Xue'er, don't worry, if I meet him then, I'll teach that guy a lesson for you." Chen Lin said helping him.

"Hmph, that guy can't even beat me, and you haven't fully recovered from your martial arts injury, and you still want to vent your anger on me." Zhang Yanxue gave Chen Lin a white look.