() Although Luo Jin’s shot was not serious, a win was a win. The referee announced the result of the game in a very stiff voice.
Chu Lang's eyes became increasingly murderous. He raised his head and glanced at Luo Jin, who had an indifferent expression on the ring. Luo Jin happened to be looking at Chu Lang as well, and two murderous auras seemed to be intertwined in the air.
Luo Jin smiled calmly, flicked his sleeves and walked out of the ring coolly, leaving a fierce murderous look behind him.
"Hmph, don't let me touch you, otherwise you will definitely be hated." Chu Lang said coldly in his heart. Of course he was talking about Luo Yan. Facing Luo Jin, Chu Lang asked himself that he was not his opponent yet, but if it were Luo Yan,
, Chu Lang was very confident and would teach him a lesson.
"Mr. Zhang, how is Little Fatty's injury?" Chu Lang saw Zhang Yue wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand, protecting Chen Lin in front of him, and caring about Chen Lin's injury.
"Now that it has stabilized for the time being, I didn't expect that Luo Jin was so hard-hitting and could easily win the game by bullying others. If it weren't for Chen Linqin's solid foundation in martial arts, I'm afraid he would be a useless person at this moment." Zhang Yue closed his eyes.
Chen Lin, who was debugging, sighed.
Chu Lang also saw that Luo Jin was deliberately trying to destroy Chen Lin. From the beginning, he relaxed Chen Lin's vigilance, and instead of using all his strength, he just waited for a fatal blow at the critical moment. Chu Lang felt resentful in his heart.
I also blame myself for provoking Luo Yan and attracting a strong man like Luo Jin, which caused Chen Lin to lose so embarrassingly.
If Chen Lin fell into a serious disease because of this, I'm afraid he would feel guilty for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, Chu Lang was frightened for a while, and his fists slowly clenched, he could no longer let this guy do as he pleased.
Although there were some twists and turns in this match, the onlookers still wanted to see some regular matches, so they quickly forgot about Chen Lin's injury and focused their attention on the contestants on the ring again.
On the disciples.
After a long time, Chen Lin slowly opened his eyes. The paleness on his face faded a lot, and he slowly regained some vitality.
"Brother Chen, how are you?" Zhang Yanxue and Mu Yueling beside them helped Chen Lin up with concern.
Chen Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm fine, but I've disappointed everyone and they still have to worry about me."
"Brother Chen, what are you talking about? We are a family and we don't care who you care about." Zhang Yanxue looked at Chen Lin carefully and saw that the wounds on his body had stopped bleeding.
"Little Fatty, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble." Chu Lang said apologetically.
"Brother Lang, don't think too much. It's because I'm not as good as others and it's none of your business." Chen Lin said with a smile despite the pain.
"Kid, don't move around. You two girls help him go back quickly. Although the turbulent energy was relieved in time, he still needs to be nursed back to health." Zhang Yue helped Chen Lin up and told Zhang Yanxue and Zhang Yanxue.
"Brother Chen, let me help you go back." Zhang Yanxue hurriedly helped Chen Lin towards the small courtyard.
The rest of the competition was also quickly decided. Chen Lin stopped competing for the top sixteen. Now Chu Lang is the only outer disciple of the Mingjian Sect today.
Chu Lang's heart suddenly moved. If he could enter the top three, or even the first place, would it be the reputation of the outer sect of the Tianming Sword Sect? Although there are few disciples, the first place is the Tianming Sword Sect.
Disciples from the outer sect, this is a slap in the face to other sects and families.
Chu Lang's blood boiled in his heart, and his idea was a bit exaggerated. In fact, Chu Lang also knew that this possibility was very slim. Opponents at the middle level of the Xiantian Realm would have a chance to defeat him, while the high-level Xiantian Realm and the other two disciples with the cultivation level of the Recasting Realm might not be able to defeat him.
There is no way to win. If you use the Ice Spirit fingering method, you don't know if you have a chance to win in a sneak attack.
Chu Lang secretly wondered how he could defeat the disciples with advanced levels of Xiantian Realm. Although he had seen disciples with advanced levels of Xiantian Realm take action before, because the opponents were too weak, they did not really show the strength of the advanced level Xiantian Realm. Chu Lang
There is no way to compare what the differences are.
Chu Lang has no idea how huge the power of the Sea of Divine Consciousness is. Maybe he will only know it after he actually takes advantage of it. Only when he is actually in the game can he think of a solution.
Chu Lang's opponent for promotion in this round was Yang Liumei, a disciple of Mu Caifeng who was at the fourth level of innate cultivation. Facing the female disciple who had made a grudge at Mu Caifeng's Liuqiu Spring, Chu Lang never saw her again after that.
She stood in front of him with a calm look on her face.
At the beginning, he was a helpless person in front of her. Now, although he is one level lower than hers, I am afraid that she is not his opponent in terms of true strength, and he feels like he is in another world.
Time passed a little too fast, and it was almost half a year before I knew it. Chu Lang showed a smile, hugged his fists and saluted, "Senior Sister Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that Mu Caifeng and I would meet again under such circumstances.
We meet each other, I don’t know if it’s fate or bad fate.”
"Hmph, I don't know how your cultivation has progressed so fast, yet you have the audacity to pester my junior sister. The shameless person even stole our Mu Caifeng's valuable treasure. I don't know how my junior sister got involved with you."
Yang Liumei thought of the rumors in the mountain gate that the soul boy's eyes had been stolen by Chu Lang and they had not been found yet. In the past two days, she heard that junior sister Hua Feifeng was closely related to this Chu Lang. Recently, there were rumors of an affair between the two.
relationship, feeling resentful.
Chu Lang was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with her. The referee had already signaled the two of them to start fighting.
With a clanging sound, Chu Lang pulled out the Ice Soul Youhuang Divine Sword in his hand, waved his right hand lightly and stirred up a sword flower to greet the opponent. In the blink of an eye, he stepped in front of Yang Liumei.
Peng, the two of them had a strong wall of energy and collided with each other. Chu Lang faltered for a few steps and stood firm. It seemed that Yang Liumei's martial arts was not weak. Chu Lang used Murong Zhen's weird martial arts and repeatedly attacked the opponent's lower body.
Disk position.
He had no choice but to force him away from the ring, so he could attack from high in the air. The Ice Soul Youhuang Sword in his hand drew a circle in the void, and the condensed energy was like a wind drill spinning around and shooting towards Yang Liumei.
Chu Lang's figure flew up and followed him, and two attacks struck him with lightning, one after the other.
Yang Liumei frowned, and with a solemn expression, she used the sword in her hand and used the "gentle wind blow" move, trying to neutralize the strong wind attack.
Phew! Phew!
The wall of Qi condensed by Yang Liumei was penetrated in an instant, and the energy dissipated and weakened a lot. Chu Lang's subsequent sword was deftly blocked by the opponent.
With a soft groan, a powerful force came from Chu Lang's sword. Chu Lang instantly condensed his true energy on his right hand to offset the force. At the same time, he turned his wrist lightly and raised the ice soul ghost sword to kill the opponent.
The sword struck at an angle and moved aside.
Peng!
The two of them seemed to be in sync with each other and launched an attack from the sea of consciousness. The two were evenly matched, and their energy dissipated above the ring, but a stronger wave of attacks was launched again.
Chu Lang was almost ambushed, and the energy of the sea of consciousness met within a foot in front of him. This girl's city was indeed deep enough, and there was such a powerful attack.