Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The two clashed swiftly. Feng Baobao ignored the influence of the seven-colored Qi and remained as still as a mountain, suppressing Wang Ergou to the point where he could hardly breathe.

Lu Jin, who was watching from the stands, noticed that Feng Baobao's Qi was a deep blue color, not transparent or light gray, in several of her attacks.

Seventy years...

That's enough time for a transformation to happen...

Lu Jin was absolutely certain that this girl was the creation from the underground cave years ago. In the instant he was thinking, the competition in the arena came to an end. Wang Ergou was defeated miserably, beaten black and blue, his face covered in blood, and his glasses were shattered. His expression was one of deep astonishment.

His flowing rainbow. It can analyze the opponent's Qi. He just took a heavy punch from Feng Baobao, and at the same time, he used the residual azure Qi to analyze it, but the color he got was... colorless.

This is often a sign of severe brain damage and a breakdown of the soul.

"Feng Baobao has advanced to the third round!"

After the match, Wang Ergou staggered to his feet and suddenly felt a gaze on him. He turned his head and saw that it was Grandpa Lu Jin waving at him, signaling him to come over quickly.

A moment later, during a break off the court, Lu Jin inquired about the details of Wang Ergou's match.

"Mr. Lu, I made a fool of myself just now, please forgive me."

"The girl I competed against is no ordinary person. I suspect the company may have subjected her to inhuman torture..."

Wang Ergou explained the analysis results he obtained from the rainbow phenomenon and his conjectures to Lu Jin in detail, but seeing that the old man seemed to have expected it, he couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Old man, do you know anything about that girl?"

"probably."

Lu Jin did not elaborate on the secrets of the Jia Shen year or the past events of Luo Wuyuan.

"what?"

Just as Wang Ergou was about to ask further questions, a shout came from afar, interrupting their conversation.

“Grandpa!!”

"Two dogs!!"

"You guys are here? Something's happened!!"

Lu Linglong ran over quickly, as if she had some urgent news.

"Ok?"

"Linglong, what's wrong?"

"Hu Jie from Dongxiangzhuang has been controlled by Quanxing's evil seedlings and is currently fighting with Deng Youfu, who is from a Northeast shaman background, in the woods behind the mountain."

"Oh? Then let's go take a look."

Lu Jin waved his hand, and his true energy surged, transforming into a hurricane that carried the two of them through the clouds, arriving at the scene in an instant.

"Well....."

Hu Jie, who was beaten unconscious, was drooling from the corner of his mouth. A man surrounded by black mist was holding his throat with one hand, and he was suspended in mid-air.

His scarlet vertical pupils were completely unlike those of a human, and between his sharp fangs was a long, slender forked tongue.

The younger generation, including Canglong, Zhijinhua, Yun, and Bai Shixue, surrounded Hu Jie and Deng Youfu to prevent any fatalities.

"Oh?!"

Suddenly, Deng Youfu, who was possessed by a spirit, turned his head sharply, his cold eyes staring straight at the long-haired old man in a suit who was walking towards him.

That inexplicably powerful feeling overjoyed it.

"Boy, how about you spar with this old man for a few moves?"

Before Lu Jin could respond, with a loud "bang!", Hu Jie was casually thrown aside, crashing into an ancient tree like a cannonball and breaking it in half, falling into a coma.

A palpable aura of malevolence swept through the surroundings. The spirit possessing Deng Youfu was eager to try its luck, its forked tongue licking its lips as it spoke in a chilling tone:

"Have you thought about it?"

"It's not easy for this old man to travel south so far, and he's had such a long and tiring journey. Young man, you have a kind heart, so please let this old man return home satisfied, shall we?"

Seeing the other party's request, Lu Jin did not refuse. He stepped forward, ready to spar.

"Lu Jin of the Sanyi Sect, please enlighten me. May I ask your name, senior?"

"The Trinity Gate?!"

"I am Liu Kunsheng from Changbai Mountain."

Upon learning of Lu Jin's origins, the possessing spirit became even more excited.

It still remembered that more than seventy years ago, a top Qi cultivator from the south broke into many primeval forests in the northern frontier and slaughtered several ancient spirits that dominated the region. It seemed that he came from the Sanyi Sect.

Although the spirits of Changbai Mountain are not from the same faction as the Suzhen Mansion, and have no enmity with the Sanyi Sect, Liu Kunsheng still felt that this trip was worthwhile because he was able to fight Lu Jin.

"Come!"

"offend."

Since the opponent was only a soul possessing him, Lu Jin did not activate the Reverse Life technique. He raised his right hand, and his true power manipulated the surrounding wind energy, which suddenly condensed like a storm. A howling hurricane rose from the ground behind him, isolating the battlefield and protecting the younger generation.

"Old Lu is so strong!!"

The strange phenomenon was so close that Canglong, Bai Shixue, and the others stared wide-eyed, exclaiming in surprise:

"Linglong, your great-grandfather is too fierce!"

"Incredible! This wind barrier is as solid as a copper wall or an iron wall. Could it be that Old Master Lu is also a sorcerer?"

"call out--!"

Outside the transparent barrier, Liu Kunsheng unleashed the maximum power his body could withstand. Thick, ink-like Qi instantly spread across the ground, manifesting as menacing tentacles that shot towards Lu Jin.

"......"

Hundreds of black tentacles swarmed towards him in an instant, but Lu Jin ignored them. He realized that they were Qi with a Yin-like attribute. He transformed some of his true Qi into Yang Qi, which gathered into a long sword made of blazing silver, with a terrifying sharpness.

"Boom!"

Lu Jin swept out with his sword, radiating dazzling light, and the gale roared like a dragon.

As the sword's edge passed, it effortlessly destroyed the dense tentacles and the rocky mountains as if they were thin sheets of paper.

"Wha...what?!"

Liu Kunsheng's pupils dilated in shock. He even considered retaliating, but the beast blood that was boiling just a second ago suddenly cooled and solidified due to the threat of death.

“Tick….”

“Tick….”

Deng Youfu's thin throat was slashed by the cold glint of the sword, leaving a tiny wound from which drops of blood fell from the sky.

lost.

Liu Kunsheng remained stunned for a long time, unable to accept this cruel scene. Even if this body could only exert a fraction of its power, it should not have suffered such a humiliating defeat.

Lu Jin gestured with his sword, saying, "Senior, you flatter me. Let's stop here, shall we?"

"Good lad, you've really tricked me."

"As you say."

Liu Kunsheng laughed heartily. Considering the good fortune of the Deng family's descendants, he surrendered and stopped. The surrounding black energy rapidly gathered into his body and disappeared in an instant.

It had to admit that it was no match for this white-haired boy with its mere body.

"I'll wait until we're destined to meet again, when you happen to pass by Changbai Mountain, and then we can truly have a real sparring match?"

Faced with the snake fairy's invitation before she left, Lu Jin calmly replied, "If there's an opportunity, I can."

Chapter 245 The Truth Within Reach

The final match of the second round began at 5 p.m., with Lu Lin from Sanyimen facing off against Jia Zhengliang from Jiajiacun in the west.

An hour before the competition started, Wang Ai and Lü Ci, the two old devils, lost interest in the second round of selection that was nearing its end. Coincidentally, Zhang Zhiwei of the Celestial Master's Mansion needed to oversee the order of the event, and Lu Jin was also absent. They sensed an opportunity and secretly sent someone to contact Zhang Chulan, preparing to coerce and entice him.

As Lu Lin, who was the last to appear, stepped into the arena, his hair turned frost-white at a visible speed. The reversal state he had created greatly increased his physical strength, and even his five senses became more and more acute.

With his bright red hair and dissolute appearance, Jia Zhengliang entered the venue holding a cell phone in his left hand, muttering incoherently with a headache:

"Hey! Mom, I'm really not interested in the village chief's daughter. I can't go back, the competition is about to start, and my opponent... is a man. Mom, don't ask anymore, we'll talk about it next time."

Turning off his phone and putting it in his pocket, Jia Zhengliang sized up the young man opposite him, becoming especially wary. Several throwing knives swirled around him, poised to strike; he was ready for a confrontation.

"The competition begins!" Master Rongshan shouted from the stage.

The onlookers were quite surprised to see Lu Lin's frosty white hair.

Even Feng Zhenghao couldn't hide his admiration for this disciple who came from the hidden Xuanmen Sanyi. He had watched most of the competitions, and among the young talents participating in the Luotian Grand Ceremony, only Lu Lin and the mysterious Gu Liang gave him an overwhelming sense of power, almost surpassing the other young generation.

In addition, Zhang Lingyu, a disciple of the Celestial Master, Wang Ye of Wudang Mountain, and Zhuge Qing of Wuhou Village are all strong contenders for the championship.

Feng Zhenghao fell into deep thought. He could see through the scheme set up by the Celestial Master and Lu Jin. With Zhang Lingyu and Lu Lin, two formidable figures, pressing down on him, it was nothing short of a pipe dream for other young people to win the championship. And if Zhang Chulan were lucky enough to reach the finals, regardless of whether he concealed his strength or not, the two of them would pave the way for him. Now, the only one he could pin his hopes on was the unfathomable Gu Liang.

As long as Gu Liang can beat Lu Lin, or eliminate Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan in advance;

From the perspectives of the Feng Zhenghao and Wang Lü families, this is the best possible outcome. As long as they disrupt the Celestial Master's succession plan, they will have plenty of opportunities to target Zhang Chulan.

At the same time, the two people in the arena officially began their competition.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Three immortal-slaying flying knives pierced the void and shot towards Lu Lin.

"clang--!"

Silver-gray wind energy rapidly gathered, and a long spear materialized. Lu Lin wielded the spear and swept past, easily repelling three blades flying from tricky directions.

He was a disciple of Chengzhen, and his specialty in cold weapons was naturally the spear, which was used for charging into battle and making sweeping, powerful movements.

"That pretty boy is fierce enough."

Jia Zhengliang's expression was solemn. The opponent had only made a casual strike, but he could clearly sense that the Qi layer covering the surface of the three Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives was instantly destroyed. Although he could continue to control the objects, the friction between the blades and the air caused him to suddenly feel a sense of obstruction, unlike the smooth and effortless control he had before.

"We must act quickly; dragging it out will only cause trouble."

Jia Zhengliang realized this was no time to joke around; those scoundrels from before were no match for the formidable opponent he was facing this time.

"go with!"

With a soft shout, the remaining nine Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives whistled across the sky, surrounding Lu Lin.

"call out!"

Twelve flying knives suddenly shot toward the target, but could not be locked onto. Lu Lin's speed was too terrifying, and the flying knives could not catch up with her at all. Within the amplified vision range, the flying knives, which were as fast as phantoms, were easily caught in their movement trajectory.

Lu Lin didn't even fight back. He dragged his gun and ran straight for his target, engaging Jia Zhengliang in close combat.

"!!"

The speed of the flying knife was tens of meters in an instant, so fast that the nerves could hardly react. When he saw Lu Lin so close to him, Jia Zhengliang's heart rate soared and he suddenly felt a terrible sense of suffocation. He hurriedly dodged and tried to control the flying knife to defend himself.

"boom!"

Lu Lin held back, sweeping the gun like a stick across Jia Zhengliang's chest and ribs. He was suddenly injured, his eyes widened, and he couldn't stop the blood and foam from rising in his throat. He spat out mouthfuls of blood and fell several feet away like a kite with a broken string.

At the same moment, the twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives showed no sign of stopping, locking onto Lu Lin's vital points to pierce and cut.

Even though his Qi-transformed body could ignore attacks from sharp weapons, Lu Lin still dodged to the side, unwilling to expose himself too early under the watchful eyes of the audience.

"You...you!!"

Jia Zhengliang clutched his abdomen, wincing in pain. This was the first time he had ever suffered such a loss, and he became completely dejected, finding it difficult to even stand up again.

Blood rushed to his brain, and he gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but the intense pain made his legs weak.

The twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives, having lost their master's control, fell to the ground.

"Do you want to continue?"

Lu Lin waited patiently, and since the conference was mainly for friendly exchanges, he did not continue his attack.