Two hundred and thirtieth sixth fighting martial arts four
236 Fighting Martial Arts Fourth
Although Lin Luo was young, he was not old, the temperament he revealed all over his body made him look more mature, and he was completely free from the arrogant attitude of others. He took everything indifferently, and faced all this with a very relaxed expression.
No matter what the people in the field were cheering and shouting, it seemed that they could not have any influence on the young man. Perhaps this is the legendary concentration. They should not be happy with things or sad with themselves. Lin Luo's goal was very clear. He wanted to win the title of Huang-level warrior through these hundred victories.
No one is willing to anger Lin Luo again because no one knows who he will challenge next time. Although Lin Luo seems to win every time after so many battles, he will not win quickly. However, as long as he is a person with vision, he can read something from Lin Luo's crazy fighting posture.
Lin Luo, a young man, definitely did not exert his own strength. Everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. What kind of young man is this? He seemed to have infinite potential, as if the power in his body would never disappear.
The people in the venue gradually became quiet. No one spoke anymore, because at this time, there was no need to cheer. Even if they shouted like this, it would not be able to hide the fact that the young man fell.
The young man looked at Lin Luo with some annoyance and snorted, "Wait, next time, I will definitely beat you." The young man stood up with his chest covering his chest, with a hint of madness in his cold eyes.
"You have no chance." Lin Luo spoke lightly, then turned around and left a black back, and the voice came faintly: "Unless, you win the title of Yellow-level Warrior." While everyone in the audience screamed at the madman, Lin Luo had already returned to the guest room of Dayue Restaurant. For nine days, Lin Luo had been living here. He threw down the roasted suckling pig that Xiaopang liked, and he relaxed and lay on the bed.
"Tomorrow is the 100th battle." Lin Luo sighed, "In the nine-level martial artists, I will also win the ninth-level martial artists. For me now, there is no more challenging meaning." After pondering for a while, Lin Luo's eyes were shining with excitement, and he shouted in his heart: "I will challenge the first-level martial artists in the 100th battle, and even if I lose, I will have twenty days to complete the assessment given to me by the Dragon Scale Manager."
"And, the bottleneck of the seventh-level martial artist has also arrived." Lin Luo's eyes flashed with an astonishing fighting spirit, "It's better to rely on this game to help me become a seventh-level martial artist." Suppressed his excitement, closed his eyes, and the battle scenes all day long swung back into the depths of his mind like a movie, while Lin Luo sorted out these battle images again and again. For Lin Luo, these are his precious wealth, even if it's a flaw in the battle, they are precious.
"Not right" Lin Luo frowned suddenly, "I cut down this move, and the light has not been hidden well, causing the sword body to be based on the hilt, and there is a trace of blank space within an inch, and the power of the entire move has been reduced by at least 20%.
"I didn't control the forward rushing force well, and the muscles on the right knee are not completely safe, so the closing will inevitably be affected. If the opponent is a little stronger, I will not be able to win."
"No, this matter is a bit weird, there must be some secrets." After sorting out many flaws, Lin Luo's eyelids became heavier and deeper. Finally, Lin Luo, who was very tired, fell asleep. The refreshing sunlight shone through the row of beige curtains on the head of the bed, and fell on Lin Luo and Xiaopang who was sleeping soundly.
"So cool" opened his eyes hazy, and the cells in his body moaned after sleeping. The purest force in the morning was mixed with soft light and absorbed into Lin Luo's body. With the dense and tiny meridians flowed into the fifty-four martial souls in the Dantian. With the six small circulations flowing, it turned into the force belonging to Lin Luo in a blink of an eye.
Tianwu Hall. The seventh hall is where He Jiao, the pure and lovely guide is located.
The Douwu Pavilion in Tianyun City covers a very wide area, and the area exposed on the ground is tens of miles in radius. There are ten guidance halls similar to He Jiao, each of which is about tens of thousands of square meters. According to Lin Luo’s understanding these days, there are four sections in total, one section on the ground and three sections on the ground.
"He Jiao." Lin Luo put his elbow on the front desk and looked at the cute girl who was dozing off with a smile.
"Ah?" The innocent young man with two small braids suddenly raised his head. His first reaction was to wipe his mouth. He looked at Lin Luo with confidence when he found that he had no saliva. He couldn't help but smile: "Congratulations, they have won 99 consecutive games." Then he said even more sourly: "This time you are going to challenge the eighth-level martial artist, or the ninth-level martial artist?"
"Why are you doing this expression?" Lin Luo smiled. For nine days, he has troubled He Jiao at least ten times a day, so he naturally became familiar with He Jiao. Moreover, He Jiao has taken care of Lin Luo. In Lin Luo's eyes, his relationship with He Jiao is like a sibling.
"Are there any martial arts masters looking for an opponent today?" Lin Luo said with a serious expression. He Jiao was stunned when she heard this, blinked her water spirit eyes and said with a stuttering, "Brother, don't you want to challenge the martial arts master?"
Martial arts are completely different from martial artists. It is not easy to win ninety-nine consecutive games, so let’s forget it.” He Jiao Lian advised. Lin Luo shook his head and said solemnly: “He Jiao, you know, I don’t want to win in a row, but the gains in the battle.”
"And now, I have gained little in fighting with martial artists. Only by fighting with martial artists can I discover my shortcomings." Lin Luo smiled, "Would you like to help me?" Seeing that Lin Luo was not joking, He Jiao coughed lightly and smiled playfully and said, "There must be a battle between martial artists, and it will not be less than martial artists. I will help you see the strong martial artists who are placing orders to seek opponents today."
"Well, there is." He Jiao's eyes lit up holding the stone on the screen, and then she said, "How is this?" He Jiao smiled. When Lin Luo heard this, he nodded happily.
"Xiaoxi" He Jiao put her two snowy little hands on her mouth and called out, then a beautiful girl in silver clothes rushed over and asked with a smile: "Xiao Lingling, do you have a profitable business for me?"
"Hehe." He Jiao showed a small white tooth, and pointed at Lin Luo with a jade-like finger, "Xiaoxi, look, this is the sucker."
"Yes." Lin Luo found that his head was a little overwhelmed.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." He Jiao Lian explained: "You also know that every monk who comes to the Douwu Pavilion to find his opponent is called the challenged party. They will leave their own information at each guide and ask for the opponent's strength range, and then wait directly in the rooms under each arena."
Lin Luo listened carefully. "The monks who participated in the challenge are called the challenger. If they are within the strength required by the challenger, our Douwu Pavilion will arrange the time to fight. This type of battle is called real-time combat."
"And another kind of matchmaking battle is that the challenger's cultivation is outside the strength range required by the challenger, and the challenger wants to fight with the challenger. Then, my fighting martial arts pavilion will be sent out and the challenger's information will be handed over to the challenger's consideration. Of course, this will be paid."
"The reward and guidance service fee are the same, and both are 30% of the victory reward, that is, the martial arts level matches 50,000 diamonds, and the martial arts level matches 100,000 diamonds."
"So, you are the sucker." He Jiao smiled, and the beautiful woman named Xiaoli on the side of He Jiao spread her white hands and signaled Lin Luo to give money.
"Okay." Lin Luo smiled and took out the diamond and handed it to the girl Xiaoli. For Lin Luo now, Diamond really doesn't look down on it.
Dugu Tian harvested 81 diamond crystals. Lin Luo has been winning over the past nine days, earning one or two million diamonds. If it weren't for the maximum bet of the martial arts monks in the Douwu Pavilion as 100,000 diamonds, Lin Luo would probably have made more than that money. After collecting the money, the girl Xiaoli ran to do business quickly, and soon came back with good news. According to the girl Xiaoli, the martial artist was very happy for the madman Lin Luo to challenge him, and said that he had wanted to fight Lin Luo for a long time.
"It's not bad. The reputation has been passed on to the martial artist this time." He Jiao smiled and then said solemnly, "This first-level martial artist is named Zhang He, nicknamed Thunder Hand. Be careful of his martial soul inheritance."
"I heard that his martial soul inheritance has come to the Ice and Fire Dragon Domain - the Ice and Fire Dragon Domain. The 'Ice and Fire Dragon Domain' is very famous in the martial arts stage. As for what his martial soul inheritance abilities are, I don't know. Even if his martial soul inheritance is not the Ice and Fire Dragon Domain, it is at least very close."
"Fantasy Level Special" Lin Luo's eyes suddenly widened. Lin Luo has learned a lot about the knowledge about the Martial Arts over the past few days. In terms of martial souls, the Fantasy Level Special Special is almost the peak of martial souls. Whether the martial soul inheritance is strong is directly linked to the martial soul.
"Ah" Lin Luo's eyes shone, "Even if you lose, it's worth it. It's not bad to be able to see the powerful inherited by the mortal level martial soul."
"I don't know how to say hello to you." He Jiao's pair of Zhong Xiujing's wise eyes looked at Lin Luo, and couldn't help but show a hint of helplessness. While Lin Luo went to the ring where the first-level martial artist Zhang He was located, He Jiao also announced the battle time between Lin Luo and Zhang He in the guidance hall. Soon, the entire martial arts pavilion became boiling.
Tens of thousands of Lin Luo's supporters shouted that the madman rushed to the hall of the ring. Similarly, Zhang and the more than 10,000 chasers also rushed over. For a moment, the hall with 100,000 seats was suddenly full, and many people even stood in the gap between the seats, with their eyes even colder looking at the two people on the ring.
The hall of this imperial font is located on the ground of the Douwu Pavilion. Originally, the martial arts level battle was held in the ring in the underground section. However, because the challenger Lin Luo is only at the martial arts level, the ring was arranged on the Douwu Pavilion for a section. At the same time, in order to prevent the martial arts and martial arts from working together to earn rewards, the winning prize was only tens of thousands of diamonds. However, for monks like Lin Luo who pursued a smooth battle, the reward was not important, but an important opponent.
"The rules of the competition: one side falls into the ring or loses combat effectiveness, the other side wins"
"Two guys understand?" The referee of the ring in the old man in black robe was faintly excited. After all, this was a battle of spans, which even crossed the level, and the challenger Lin Luo could easily win against the ninth-level martial artist, and perhaps he could defeat the first-level martial artist.
"It's about to start." Tens of thousands of people in the audience held their breath and held their fists tightly.
The gambling market in Douwu Pavilion is not very fair. Every time the market opens, Douwu Pavilion will eat a lot. After all, this is the most important way to make money in Douwu Pavilion.
Lin Luo's odds are one point higher than Zhang He, and the odds of the sixth-level martial artist challenging the first-level martial artist is so close that it cannot be said that the audience thinks that Lin Luo has hope of winning, but it is related to popularity. Over the past nine days, Lin Luo has already left everyone with an invincible impression of winning every battle. Even if he is challenging the martial artist, many people blindly believe that Lin Luo will win.
"You are Lin Luo, a madman who won 99 games in a row?" A pretty young man with a height of 1.6 meters was wearing a brown linen, and the silver silk inner armor inside could be vaguely seen from the collar of his clothes. According to Lin Luo, it should be a defensive weapon.
His short hair was filled with evil spirits, but his ears were very slender on both sides, and he was leaning on his shoulders, looking a little out of place. He looked at Lin Luo with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Lin Luo nodded and glanced at Zhang He, a young man who was shorter than him, but found that he was not carrying weapons, and he couldn't help but wonder.
For monks, no matter whether it is beast spirit type, superpower type or weapon spirit type, weapons and weapons are indispensable, but Zhang He did not, it is no wonder Lin Luo was surprised.
"I think you should do it quickly. Save for a while and there is no chance to take action." Zhang Hexiao looked at Lin Luo, whose cultivation was weaker than his fourth level. Seeing that the two were about to take action, tens of thousands of viewers in the audience were very excited. The shouts of tens of thousands of people shocked Lin Luo's ears, but he has been used to it since the nine days.
"Please give me a move to show you how powerful I am." Lin Luo's muscles on his right leg shrank, and with a bang, his body was like a flexible leopard, and he stepped at least dozens of meters in one step and rushed to Zhang He's body. His left leg suddenly gathered strength, and his entire left leg stretched straight and kicked straight towards Zhang He's jaw.
"Bang," Zhang He smiled and slapped Lin Luo's left knee with his hands. Lin Luo suddenly felt a huge force passing through the flesh and spread to the scalp nerves. He gritted his teeth and rotated with the momentum. Wuchen swung out from his waist, and then slashed it horizontally, facing Zhang He's waist and hips.
The nine consecutive days of battles have increased Lin Luo's combat awareness to an incredible level. Wuchen's sword angle is very tricky. Even if Zhang He is a martial artist, it is not so easy to dodge this attack.
"Ah" Zhang He leaned back into an exaggerated arc, supported the ground with both hands, jumped backward, and pulled a distance from Lin Luo.
"The physical strength and muscle control are very good." Zhang He looked at Lin Luo with a smile, "Are you wondering why I don't have weapons?" Lin Luo frowned and looked at him with some confusion. There was a question in his expression.
Zhang He did have a little doubt about what kind of ability does Lin Luo have? He was able to win so many games in a row, and he still did not show any fatigue until now.