Ling Tian's heart stirred, and he also made some guesses, but then he sighed secretly, it didn't matter if it was a martial spirit, it just disappeared.
"However, there are only a few people with martial spirits, and it is even more difficult to awaken the martial spirit. Our Ziyun Sect is a fourth-class sect in Lingnan, Yunzhou. We have the martial spirit tower given by the Southern Tang Dynasty court, which can stimulate warriors to awaken the martial spirit.
Soul, but it is extremely difficult for ordinary warriors to awaken on their own!" Lin Shan said.
Ling Tian nodded, Lin Shan was right, and this is also the reason why warriors are willing to join the sect. Without the support of big forces, martial arts cannot be awakened, and martial arts is just a joke.
Ming Xiaoxi, who has a lively personality, patted Ling Tian on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm optimistic about you! Although the martial spirit has little to do with the pure body stage, since you entered the country so quickly, you probably have the martial spirit.
As long as it's not of too bad quality, otherwise you will be kicked out even if you enter the inner gate."
In the inner sect, if you practice to the late stage of Biquan and still cannot awaken your martial soul, you will be sent down to the outer sect.
That's the case with Linshan.
Ling Tian didn't say much, he just settled down and prepared for the next competition. The important task is to win the top ten in this outer sect competition first! Entering the top ten can not only completely clear his name as a sword slave, but also
You can legitimately get the quota to enter the Valley of No Return. At the same time, there are rewards for the top ten in the outer sect. The exercises, elixirs, and martial arts are very rich. It will be of great help to advance to Biquan and become a disciple of the inner sect.
This sect competition is very simple. It starts with the outer sect competition, which is divided into two parts. Three thousand disciples take turns competing in ninety-eight arenas. The last ninety-eight people left behind are the outer sect's most famous ones, and then they compete for the top ten.
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These ninety-eight arenas are also called the Wind and Cloud Platform, and the next game is a wheel battle! This competition system also saves time greatly.
"Huh, Elder Wang, you never told me that this sword slave is so powerful that our deal is void!"
Among the crowd under the ring, Xin Menghu crossed his arms and snorted coldly at Wang Ning.
"Xin Menghu! What you are doing is unethical. We have agreed before!"
Wang Ning's face turned green and red. In order to get revenge, he made every possible plan, even hiring the Dark Sword Sect, but the Dark Sword Sect took advantage of it and disappeared, making him almost vomit blood. After that, Ling Tian stayed behind closed doors, and he didn't either.
He found an opportunity. This sect competition was the perfect opportunity. He spent almost everything he had on killing Ling Tian.
But he didn't expect that Ling Tian had already raised his cultivation level to the seventh level of pure body in just half a month, and even Shi Mingyuan was no match for him.
"So what? You, Elder Wang Ning, are you still going to attack me?" Xin Menghu sneered, confident.
"you!"
Wang Ning suppressed the anger in his chest and roared in a low voice: "How dare I attack you? But he was rude to your young master that day. Have you forgotten that or are you afraid of him?!"
"It's ridiculous. I just said that our deal was void. I will cut off his arms as punishment for that day's revenge. As for killing him," Xin Menghu glanced sideways at Wang Ning, flashing a hint of cunning.
"you"
Wang Ning didn't know that the other party was trying to increase the price, but he was afraid of Xin Zi'ang and eager for revenge, so he could only give in: "Okay, for three thousand low-grade spiritual coins, I will buy his life!"
"Hmph, this kid may have a trump card. With three thousand spirit coins, I can only do my best!"
"You don't have to worry about this. I have already arranged it. He must die!" Wang Ning looked at Ling Tian in the distance. He had spent all his energy for today.
From Lin Shan, Ling Tian also learned about his battle information, but it was not optimistic. For some reason, the opponents he faced with the lowest cultivation levels were all in the sixth level of pure body, and among them there were even those who were on the top of the list.
Among them were ten geniuses, so Lin Shan had to suspect that Wang Ning had tampered with him.
"Ling Tian, this is definitely the fault of that thief Wang Ning. You are the first to appear on the scene. No matter how good you are, the wheel battle will consume you to death," Lin Shan said angrily.
Ling Tian clasped his hands behind his back, as if he were relaxing in the garden, "It doesn't matter, just come."
The second round started soon. Ling Tian jumped lightly onto the ring, quietly waiting for the challenge.
"Outer disciple Mu Tiedan! Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Ling!"
A big man in green clothes came on the stage, with a dark face and round eyes, but he didn't have any words.
Mutiedan, with the seventh level of pure body strength, is also quite famous in the outer sect.
When he saw Ling Tian's performance, he was also filled with fear.
Ling Tian, the same disciple of the outer sect, was raised from the Sword Slave, killed Wang Tao, defeated Li Xiao, and tortured Shi Mingyuan. All these things were already considered miracles of the outer sect. In his heart, he actually respected Ling Tian more.
"Haha, Junior Brother Tiedan, feel free to take action!"
Ling Tian nodded, he was courteous and gentle, not as overbearing as before.
"My name is Mu Tiedan, not Tiedan!"
Ling Tian: ""
At the command of the prison disciple, the competition begins!
Mu Tietang shouted loudly, the aura around his body exploded, and he raised his iron fist and struck Ling Tian directly.
The strength of the fist is solid, and the wind is blowing. This fist technique has been refined by the wooden iron pillar to be quite powerful.
Ling Tian's eyes lit up, he made a fist with his left hand, bent his body, and his shoulders shook.
In an instant, Ling Tian's entire body was like a taut bow, full of explosive power.
Just when Mu Tiezhu's fist was approaching, Ling Tian also gathered up his strength, and suddenly moved forward, his left fist shot out. If an arrow came out, the power of the fist would explode!
The collapse fist of Xingyiquan!
"Bang!"
The air flow vibrated, and the two of them were shaking together in the air.
In an instant, Mu Tiedan let out a groan and was directly blasted out of the air.
Although he didn't suffer any injuries, his strength was extremely strange.
"Thank you for teaching me, you are very strong." Getting up from the ground, Mu Tiedan took a deep look at Ling Tian and left sadly.
In the second battle, Ling Tian still did not draw his sword.
Ling Tian simply did not step down and waited for the third game to begin.
The third opponent was at the sixth level of pure body cultivation. Ling Tian also punched him lightly and knocked him off the stage.
The competition in Lingtian's arena went extremely quickly.
Bang!
The opponent falls, Ling Tian wins!
Bang!
The opponent falls, Ling Tian wins again!
Bang!
The challenging disciples fell from the ring one after another, throwing up smoke and dust.
Three consecutive victories, four consecutive victories, five consecutive victories! In the end, Ling Tian won an astonishing twenty-three consecutive victories in half an hour!
After Mu Tiedan, the opponents Ling Tian encountered were all at the sixth level of pure body cultivation, neither high nor low, and every one of them glared at Ling Tian with a look of bitterness and hatred, wishing they could strike with a blow.
It's like killing Ling Tian.
Ling Tian also became increasingly angry, and he punched without even moving his body. With one punch, the opponent either broke bones and tendons, or retreated with blood spurting out.
Although he didn't want to bully others in the sect, he couldn't bear such unwarranted hostility.
Some people will never have a memory unless they are scared.
Twenty-three consecutive victories is not terrible, but what is terrible is that Ling Tian never drew his sword!
Among the crowd below the ring, Wang Ning looked at the outstanding figure on the stage with a look of resentment, blood dripping from his tightly clenched fists.
"Trash, they are all trash. I gave them benefits, but they can't do anything to a sword slave!"
I originally thought that the continuous battles could exhaust Ling Tian's energy and even kill him, but unexpectedly, almost every opponent was defeated by Ling Tian with one punch, even the sword was useless, let alone the consumption.
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Now, with only the last competition left, Ling Tian can enter the ranking list.
"Xin Menghu, it's up to you!"
Xin Menghu was also full of fighting spirit at this time. He looked away from the high platform in the distance and said coldly: "Leave his life to me!"
Ling Tian still stood there.
Forever g free to watch a
Looking towards the audience, Liu Yiyi's figure was nowhere to be seen. Ling Tian glanced around, but saw a high platform rising on the mountainside on one side of the martial arts arena.
At this time, there were many disciples sitting on the high platform, most of them wearing blue and white robes, which are the colors that only inner disciples can wear.
And the beautiful figure in the green skirt stood in the wind like a fairy.
inner disciple
Ling Tian suddenly clenched his fists. The high platform was in the direction of the inner door.
At this time, the distance between him and Liu Yiyi was only this far
However, just at this moment, when Ling Tian looked towards Liu Yiyi, a look happened to come from the high platform, and the two looks directly collided in the air.