Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() Groups of players in the arena went up to compete, and many disciples were defeated after a few rounds. It seems that Chen Ning also used the first round to assign players with a slightly lower level of cultivation to those with a higher level of cultivation, and filter again Do it all over again, in order to keep the elite for the real competition in the following games.

Chu Lang watched the list of groups above disappear, and soon his name was hung on the canvas wall, and it was his turn soon.

Seeing Luo Yan enter the stage, Chu Lang couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes. This guy's opponent turned out to be a female disciple at the peak of the Spiritual Space Realm. It seems that luck is very good. There is a gap of one realm, and I am afraid it is also a one-sided situation. .

Luo Yan looked at the female disciple opposite with a relaxed and freehand expression, and her demeanor was elegant and indifferent, which made the female disciple opposite couldn't help but blush for a while, and did not dare to look at Luo Yan with dodge eyes.

Luo Yan seemed to have discovered this, and was very confident in his appearance. With one hand, he gently shook the strands of hair on his forehead, with the long sword in his hand standing in front of him, and with one hand resting on the hilt of the sword, he looked at it with a smile. she.

The corner of Chu Lang's mouth twitched, even at this point, he was still flirting with emotion, and many disciples around him burst into laughter.

Mu Yueling sarcastically said in a low voice: "What a couple of dogs, they are not ashamed to behave like this on this occasion, hmph."

Chu Lang laughed for a while and said: "This is also a good show."

The two have already started fighting, but no matter how you look at it, the young couple are flirting with each other, like a pair of childhood sweethearts practicing swordsmanship, their moves are simple and innocuous.

Fortunately, this female disciple knows the current situation, and it is not good to be too entangled if she is obviously defeated. Although Luo Yan did not try her best, it is not good to keep fighting slowly.

The female disciple took advantage of a slow movement and gave up resistance by falling down. Luo Yan lightly pressed the sword to her throat, and a very embarrassing contest finally came to an end.

Looking at all this, Luo Bingqing snorted coldly in his heart and said: "This little guy is really worrying, he still has the heart to talk about love at this time."

Fortunately, the players in the next group had already entered the field. After several rounds of rounds, it was finally Chu Lang's turn.

"Tianming Sword Sect, Chu Lang."

"The royal family of Xingyang City, Wang Cheng."

"Please!"

The two briefly reported their names, and after some polite greetings, the referee's bell rang to signal.

Chu Lang started the first match of the finals. The opponent was only at the first level of innate level. Although they all used swordsmanship as the main attack method, Chu Lang's level of innate level two was higher than that of the opponent's one level.

Chu Lang slowly exuded the energy of the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness, and locked the surroundings and the sky above the ring tightly. Chu Lang's experience in fighting is not rich, and he really fought with the same innate first-level cultivation base, except for the two encounters in the preliminary round. On weekdays, I didn't find anyone to compete with.

Chu Lang didn't know how much offensive power a person with a cultivation level of the first level of innate level could exert, so he carefully radiated his consciousness to avoid being attacked by the opponent. If he lost the game like this, it would be really hateful.

This is the first time that Chu Lang met the disciples of the family. It is not that there were no disciples from the family who competed in the arena before, but they all passed Chu Lang's plug-in. Chu Lang needs to fight with the disciples of the family. See how this compares with the disciples of other sects. gap.

"Brother Chu, come on! Brother Chu, come on!"

Mu Yueling and Zhang Yanxue's encouraging voices could be heard loudly from the crowd of boiling disciples.

In fact, there was really no suspense in this martial arts competition. Some disciples onlookers recognized that Chu Lang from yesterday, and already understood that warriors below the middle level of the Xiantian realm were no opponents at all.

Wang Cheng's sword attack came at a very fast speed, but in Chu Lang's view, it seemed that it was not fast enough. He came with a flash of sword light and was accompanied by a coercion. The sword swung out several swords.

With a bang, Wang Cheng paused. Chu Lang's real killer move was the invisible Sea of ​​Consciousness energy attack. The opponent closed his spiritual sense and received little damage, but it was enough to slow down the opponent's movements. .

Chu Lang didn't give the opponent a chance, Feng Yujiu changed his posture and came to the opponent's back, and slapped the opponent lightly with his palm, Wang Cheng stumbled and fell, but in an instant, he swung a sword flower to stop Chu Lang's follow-up attack .

Chu Lang had a quick glance and saw a pair of resolute eyes, desperately trying to recover the disadvantage.

"Well, it's not bad that this guy doesn't panic when he's in danger." Chu Lang secretly admired the opponent's one blow to resolve the crisis just now.

Chu Lang thought he could end the match with a single blow just now, but he didn't expect Wang Cheng to be able to do so. It seemed that he underestimated the opponent a little bit, so he put away his contempt.

Chu Lang unleashed Murong Zhen's martial arts moves. The swordsmanship was simple, direct and effective, and stimulated the opponent with the shortest distance. Under the pressure of the invisible divine sense, Wang Cheng was terrified, and he had already used his inner strength with all his strength. However, he had to face Chu Lang's fierce attack, and also had to guard against Chu Lang's attack from the energy of the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness again.

There is no one who can emit the energy of the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness to attack with a cultivation base of the innate second level. This is really a guy who defies the sky. Wang Chengyou knew it by himself, and cursed in his heart.

With all the means out, it felt a little stretched. Wang Cheng dodged a blow and retreated a few feet, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and looked at Chu Lang meaningfully.

Seeing that the opportunity was almost up, Chu Lang seemed to have given enough face, and he was no longer polite. The sword body method flew over in the air, raising the inner strength to all directions, and the invisible strength slowly shrank, and the condensed breath oppressed the king. become.

Wang Chengcheng thought that there was still a chance for a showdown, and he was looking for an opportunity in the stalemate, but the other party suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't catch it in his vision, but he didn't dare to send out his spiritual sense to find it.

Wang Cheng backed away quickly, and suddenly a flash of sword light flew over from his pupils, Wang Cheng jumped into the air in a hurry to dodge, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Wang Cheng could see the sharp stabbing sword from the opponent with his naked eyes, but his movement was still a beat slower. There was a tingling pain in his shoulder, and then he was kicked in the waist and ribs, and his body flew upside down and fell into the ring.

Wang Cheng stood up, looked at Chu Lang on the ring with a look of regret, and clenched his fists to admit defeat, saying: "I lost."

After Wang Cheng finished speaking, he squeezed sideways into the surrounding crowd. Obviously, although it was normal to lose the game, he had high demands on himself. He didn't care about watching the battle afterwards, and left the Sword Dance Square in a hurry.

"Chu Lang, win!"

Chu Lang glanced at the distant figure, sighed softly and came down from the ring.

Although it seems that this Wang Cheng is very unwilling, but Chu Lang believes in his own eyes and judgment, this Wang Cheng will definitely not be depressed, maybe today's defeat will continue to prompt him to work hard to cultivate , his achievements may not necessarily be low.

Although Chu Lang won the first game, but recalling Wang Cheng's last look just now in his mind, Chu Lang's mood was shocked, and it took him a long time to recover, and he didn't know if he did something right.

After one round, the competition of 64 to 32 is over. After filtering through the unspoken rules, the disciples who enter the top 32 are all of the cultivation bases above the First Stage of Innate Realm.

Chu Lang couldn't help but wryly smiled. He never expected that he was the last one among the top 32. The next game might not be easy.

But what makes Chu Lang the happiest at the moment is that both Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng have also entered the top 32. They are very strong. The only friends I know have entered, but none of their opponents has been eliminated. I don’t know if this is true I'm not lucky, but it's God's will. Zhang Han, Luo Yan, Luo Jin, and Ju Wuqing all entered the top 32.

Although he knew that the opponents behind him were strong and that Chen Lin might be eliminated at any time, being able to advance to the top 32 among thousands of disciples was beyond Chen Lin's own expectations. The two chatted non-stop, and you knew how content and happy he was.

After a round of lottery, Chu Lang looked at the opponent's number in his hand, which was Yang Liumei, a female disciple of Mu Caifeng, who was cultivated at Lv [-] Innate Realm, and Chu Lang frowned.

It wasn't that he was worried about the high cultivation level of the other party, but that this person was an old acquaintance. Back then, she and Hua Feifeng took a bath in the Liuqiu Spring of Mucai Peak. At that time, Chu Lang and Yanfu admired it.

"I didn't expect her opponent this time." Chu Lang murmured to himself.