() After Chu Lang made a virtual salute, he quietly waited for the opponent's offensive. Wang Sichao seemed to know that only by seizing the opportunity could he have a chance to overthrow Chu Lang. Without saying anything, he swung the most violent attack from the air, an invisible
A strong wind swept over Chu Lang with strong energy.
Chu Lang took a slight step forward to dodge the strong energy, then flew up into the air and slapped a palm in the air. It only took eight minutes of internal strength to neutralize the opponent's blow.
Wang Sichao's heart paused, and countless figures of Chu Lang suddenly appeared in his pupils. They were so fast that he couldn't help but quickly retreated backwards. He used Shenyue Sect's unique secret book to break through and stand on the edge behind Chu Lang.
Chu Lang frowned slightly, this guy still had a few more moments, and he was a little underestimated by then. The movement technique just now was able to suddenly come out from the Lingxu Nine Swords that shook all directions.
There was a burst of cheers from below the ring, and Luo Yan screamed even louder, as if he was afraid that Chu Lang couldn't hear him.
Luo Yan's arena was also the Xun Arena, ranked No. 231. His two opponents were not strong and they successfully entered the afternoon game. This guy's hatred for Chu Lang deepened.
Wang Sichao was actually sweating on his back. It was really dangerous just now. If he was a little slower, he would have to explain it here. Wang Sichao braced himself and looked at Chu Lang attentively.
Chu Lang waved up a piece of sword flower and rolled it towards Wang Sichao again. There was a banging sound of weapons clashing in the void. Suddenly Chu Lang exerted a slight force and clicked, cutting off the opponent's sword. At the same time, the castration was not visible and it was directly pressed against Wang Sichao's throat.
, only one point away from being pierced by Chu Lang's Ice Soul Youhuang Sword.
Wang Sichao's chest was heaving, his face was blue, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. If Chu Lang stabbed him desperately, he might be dead. He couldn't help but look at Chu Lang with pleading eyes, hoping that he would show mercy.
Many people around did not expect that Chu Lang would have a long battle against Li Mingkong, who was also in the spiritual realm, in the morning, but against Wang Sichao, the game ended in just a few rounds. It seemed that Chu Lang won very easily.
A faint smile appeared on Chu Lang's lips, and he slowly retracted his sword. Wang Sichao was pulled back from the edge of death. He dared not stay any longer and ducked down to the ring.
"Chu Lang, wins." The referee's voice sounded, and Chu Lang got off the ring accompanied by the cheers of many people around him.
The game continued, and the next group of people quickly boarded the ring and started another battle.
Mei Yuling didn't know when she was watching from the audience and congratulated Chu Lang: "Boy, you just won very beautifully. 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 with some surprise. Feng showed a smile, but what he said made Chu Lang very uncomfortable. This girl was making fun of him.
Chu Lang couldn't see through her cultivation level, but could vaguely feel that she was about to enter the realm of recasting. He was a little confused in his heart as to why every woman he met had such advanced martial arts.
"Are the men in this life inferior to women in all aspects?" Chu Lang was puzzled.
Chu Lang glanced at the competition on the ring, where two disciples with innate realm cultivation were fighting inextricably.
Chu Lang just glanced briefly and then looked at other arenas. The same was true for Mei Yuling. She must have regretted coming here to watch.
For high-level warriors, watching these preliminary competitions is like watching children fighting. Apart from feeling a little clumsy in their movements and arousing a smile, there is nothing else.
Chu Lang couldn't stand it anymore and asked in confusion: "Actually, today's game is nothing to watch. It's all about filtering out some fish in troubled waters. Just like me, I'm looking for luck. If I'm lucky, I can sneak into the semi-finals. If I'm not, I won't.
We can only stop here.”
Mei Yuling shook her head and smiled: "Why do you have to belittle yourself? With your current skills, you may still have a chance of winning against a warrior at the fifth or sixth level of the innate realm. If you have something to hide, you may go even further, and I won't
I wish I could miss such a wonderful game."
"I'm not as exaggerated as you said. Besides, I don't have anything hidden in front of you. I'm just at this level. If you want to see my joke, I'm afraid you won't be able to fulfill your wish. Or you can take a look.
Other senior 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 support him, and there must be some conspiracy.
Mei Yuling raised her beautiful eyebrows and glared at Chu Lang and said: "You brat, did you not teach me enough last time? You didn't even address me with respect when you saw my uncle. What do you mean, you, me and me? Do you still respect your master?"
"Hehe, that's right. What Master Uncle taught me is that I don't dare to go against Master Master's will. Master Master, please have some fun." Chu Lang chuckled and said weakly one after another.
Mei Yuling couldn't tell that Chu Lang did this intentionally and didn't want to continue talking nonsense to her. Mei Yuling didn't have much to say, so she glared at Chu Lang and said, "Then I wish Master Nephew Chu will win step by step and advance to the semi-finals smoothly."
Okay."
Chu Lang watched the three of them leave the sword dance square, then came back to 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, a large number of people were eliminated, but there were also a lot of people competing in the afternoon. It seems that there will still be a few competitions this afternoon.
Looking at the figures jumping up and down all around, the competition on the eight arenas continues, but some people are excited and some are disappointed. This is always a theme in the arena, whether it is a civil fight or a martial arts fight.
Chu Lang glanced at the Qiankun Arena in the distance, but never found Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng. Chu Lang didn't think that Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng would be eliminated like this, and he believed that Chen Lin and Hua Feifeng could easily advance to the finals.
Chu Lang didn't pay too much attention to others. He kept paying attention to the winners on the Xun Arena, secretly observing their martial arts moves and hiding some things. There will always be some of these people who will meet him later. This is
Something that cannot be avoided.
Chu Lang watched carefully, and when he encountered a threatening opponent, he secretly kept a close eye on him, remembering the person's face. As long as the person's 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 watched the same player's martial arts moves over and over again, he would definitely be able to find some other differences. Therefore, Chu Lang did not go to encourage Hua Feifeng and Chen Lin and stayed below the Xun ring.
Chu Lang appeared on stage twice during this period, but this luck really made Chu Lang excited and shook his head and sighed. Maybe there was some destiny arranged by God.
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. Chu Lang defeated them without much effort and successfully advanced.
The eight arenas in the Sword Dance Square lasted almost from noon to evening, and there were people competing without interruption.
Many disciples left the sword dance square one after another as the competition progressed. In the evening, Chu Lang spent a lot of time in the last round of competition to defeat the tall and thin man. The opponent was as talented as himself.
In terms of realm cultivation, Chu Lang is only a small level higher than his opponent.
It was the first time that Chu Lang met an opponent of the same level. The two fought for a long time before Chu Lang won the victory by using the simple and direct move of the Three Drunken Swords from the Ice Soul Youhuang Divine Sword. This was regarded as Chu Lang revealing his true strength in advance.
Strength, I don’t know if anyone is paying attention secretly.
However, this Chu Lang did not feel bad about this, and soon felt relieved. Now that the first day of preliminary competition has ended, the referee on the Xun Arena announced that there are thirty-two people left, and tomorrow the top eight people will compete for entry.
The top sixty-four finals among all sects.
Chu Lang finally entered the Xun Arena among the thirty-two strong without any danger. He raised his eyes and scanned the surrounding arena. Except for the Dui Arena, there were still people competing, and everything else was over. In other words, everyone
The arena has already produced thirty-two strong masters.
Chu Lang waved to Chen Lin and the others who were walking in the distance: "Little Fatty, I'm here."
"Brother Lang, the Xun Arena competition is over, have you entered the top thirty-two?" Chen Lin asked with an excited look on his face.
"You're lucky, I just happened to enter. How about you?" Chu Lang nodded.
Zhang Yanxue looked disappointed and said: "He and Hua Feifeng both entered, and I, I was eliminated."
Zhang Yanxue had a dejected look on her face, her little eyes turned slightly red at the end, and she was obviously very sad.
Chu Lang went up to comfort him and said: "Xue'er, it doesn't matter. In fact, this kind of competition involves too much luck. Many of these disciples must be above the innate realm. If I were to fight against you, I would lose. Just try your best."
Okay, besides there is no need to compete in the following games, you can come and cheer us up."
"Yes, Xue'er, don't worry, if I meet you then, I will teach that guy a lesson for you." Chen Lin said helpfully.
"Hmph, that guy can't even defeat me. Your martial arts injuries haven't fully recovered yet, and you still want to vent your anger on me." Zhang Yanxue rolled her eyes at Chen Lindao.