Wuling Xianyuan

Chapter 109
"Wow!"

The entire square was in an uproar. Although it was high above the sky and covered by the enchantment restriction, the restriction did not have the effect of sound insulation, so most people heard what Wang Chong said just now.

"What an arrogant guy, who is he, dare to say such things to Senior Brother Cheng?"

"Ordinary disciples? Are there such fierce people among ordinary disciples? Why haven't I heard of them before?"

"Could he be that ordinary disciple named Wang Chong?"

"Wang Chong?"

"Who is Wang Chong?"

"..."

No matter how shocked the disciples below were, Cheng Yu's face darkened the moment Wang Chong exited, killing intent surged in his eyes for the first time, and the aura of Great Consummation in his body gushed out uncontrollably.

With a sneer on Wang Chong's face, he thought that Cheng Yu was really arrogant, and he couldn't listen to harsh words. When he was agitated a little, he became angry to such an extent that he even exposed Yun Ling's Dzogchen cultivation base.

But in his heart, he has never underestimated him. Although the other party is too arrogant, his strength should not be underestimated.

"Very good, I didn't expect you, a disciple of a small handyman, to have such courage, such courage, dare to say such words in front of me, you are very arrogant, but you have found the wrong person." Cheng Yu said softly Dao, the voice is not loud, but it makes people shudder, like falling into a cold kiln.

Wang Chong smiled faintly, the mana in his dantian was also ready to be released, the seal of the spirit seal had been unsealed quietly, and a powerful breath permeated from the body.

Sensing Wang Chong's aura, Cheng Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and finally realized that the young man in front of him did have a strength that should not be underestimated. That aura alone was much stronger than ordinary disciples of Yunling stage, but he was even more powerful. Self-confidence completely crushed Wang Chong's self-confidence.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly, Cheng Yu waved his sleeves, a finger-thick thunder shot out, and then a long sword appeared in his hand at some point, exuding a faint spiritual pressure, it was a A medium-grade spirit weapon.

Wang Chong sneered, standing proudly, his eyes like torches, when Lei Mang was about to approach, he suddenly took a step, opened his posture, and punched out, this punch surged with spiritual light, and met Lei Mang, at the moment of contact , his eyes could not help squinting slightly, and a huge force came from his fist.

With a sound of "Pa!", the electric light exploded, and Wang Chong's arm shook, and he easily released the power from it.

At this moment, his thoughts moved, and a strong crisis hit his mind. Without thinking about it, Wang Chong waved his arm, only to hear a "ding", and three bone blades were ejected out of nowhere and blocked his forehead , I saw a long sword that was shining with cold light was blocked. On the tip of the sword, the electric light faltered, like a poisonous snake that chooses to eat people.

Wang Chong's expression darkened immediately, and the opponent rushed towards his vitals as soon as he made a move. Although there were monks in the pulse congealing stage waiting outside the arena to prevent any accidents, it also proved that Cheng Yu had already moved to kill him.

With a low shout, killing intent also shot out from his eyes. Wang Chong waved his arm, and a huge force swept out, and bounced the long sword back.

Cheng Yu's expression changed slightly, and his expression became colder. With a flick of the long sword in his hand, he attacked again, aiming at Wang Chong's vital points everywhere.

As the saying goes, one inch is long and one is strong. The spirit weapons held by low-level disciples are also very important, but Wang Chong's agility is extraordinary. The bone claws on both arms are as flexible as his own arms. Although it is a pair of bone claws, But it was a pair of sharp claws on the monster beast in the later stage of pulse condensing, and its hardness was not inferior to the opponent's in the slightest.

I only heard the sound of jingling and clanging, and in less than half a cup of tea, the two had already fought for hundreds of rounds. Although there was no show of a contest of skills between cultivators, the degree of danger But far beyond that.

One is an icy long sword with flashing electric light, which can be broken when rubbed and injured when touched, and there are occasional electric flashes on the surface to sneak attack, which is extremely dangerous; Blood hole, with both hands down, once it hits a vital point, it will definitely be seriously injured.

But both of them are not ordinary people, you come and go to me for hundreds of rounds without any benefit.

The people below were dismissive at first, but they couldn't help but feel terrified when they saw the afterimage sparks from the spiritual weapons in their hands. There were traces of the two people's fights everywhere in the entire arena, and the hard stone slab was scarred in an instant, and the speed of recovery was far away. Can't keep up with the speed of destruction.

From time to time, a sword mark and several claw grooves would be added to the original enchantment restriction on the arena. Although it could not be broken, it accelerated the consumption of the spiritual power of the spirit stone. Produce a middle-grade spirit stone to replenish consumption.

Faced with such a thrilling fight, the remaining few matches on the ring were instantly dimmed, and no one paid attention to it. Even the monks in the pulse congealing stage who were originally in charge of supervising would turn their gazes to this side from time to time, their eyes full of surprise .

On the other arenas, some people looked dignified and watched the competition between the two, but only a very small number of people looked indifferent, as if they didn't have much interest in the fight between the two, they just had nothing to do to watch the excitement, Among them were the Lei brothers and the second ranked Huo Wushuang.

In front of the higher hall, all the senior members of the Thunder Fire Sect silently watched the competition between the two, but their expressions were much more relaxed, they either smiled and nodded, or chatted happily, but most of the topics revolved around the two of them.

The old man surnamed Wu at the side didn't seem to be surprised by Wang Chong's performance, but there was still a hint of admiration in his eyes, and he was quite satisfied with Wang Chong's performance.

And Qingxuan's eyes showed deep thought. Wang Chong's current performance was already very good for an ordinary disciple, but if he wanted to take care of Huang Hai's safety in the secret place, it was still far from enough.

On the ring, seeing that the other party was in a stalemate with him, Cheng Yu didn't dare to underestimate him any more. He knew that there might be no result if this continued. After he had a calculation in his heart, he slashed out with a sword, and his figure quickly retreated.

And Wang Chong was also aware of this, and secretly said: "Sure enough, elite disciples are indeed superior. The physical skills and fighting experience alone are not comparable to ordinary disciples. Cheng Yu can be so proud, and he really has some capital."

The sharp claws in his hands were crossed in front of him, and while blocking a sword attack, he touched the ground with his toes, and retreated.

The two stood facing each other, staring at each other coldly.

"I have to admit that you do have the qualifications to challenge me." Cheng Yu said coldly with a serious look in his eyes.

"Really? I also have to admit that in front of other people, you do have the capital to be proud." Wang Chong smiled lightly and said.

Looking at Wang Chong with a smile on his face, Cheng Yu didn't get angry this time, but his voice became colder, and he said, "You can push me to this point, even if you don't have the chance to enter the top [-], but you are enough to be proud."

Before he finished speaking, a strong fluctuation of mana suddenly gushed out of his body, and Cheng Yu's face was solemn, and he made a gesture with his hands, as if a thunder came from his body, and his whole body was instantly covered The dense thunder and lightning surrounded it, and an aura of destruction slowly permeated.

Wang Chong's expression was equally dignified. With a thought, the bone claws retracted into the sleeves. A crimson light flashed from his eyes, and a dark layer of skin appeared on the surface of his body. Slowly, black lights flickered. Out, a terrifying breath slowly permeated.

"Are you finally going to show your real skills?" Qing Xuan whispered to himself, his eyes full of expectation.

(End of this chapter)