Chapter 13 I beg you, can you play a serious game?
Chapter 13: Please, can you have a serious fight?
If you pay a little attention, it is not difficult to find that the elite disciples with Qi training level six and above are all arranged to compete in this open space on Yuntai Peak. There is definitely care, and there is no need to constantly change competition areas. Lin He, Si Zilong
, Yun Xiangyi, and Wan Yumeng are in the same competition area. Meng Qingneng is in this competition area, which also shows that he cannot escape the status of an elite disciple.
Meng Qing was a little dumbfounded by the changes that happened to Lin He. What does this mean? If you don't show your flying sword, forget it. You don't even have an iron and wooden shield? What are you doing with these wind shadows? Do you think this is the case?
Can the shadow of the wind block my sword energy?
Humph, no matter what you do, I will perform as normal. Meng Qing was not in a hurry. He first released the iron-wood shield to protect his body, and then showed his flying sword. Looking at Lin He again, he still stood there unhurriedly.
, holding a stack of talismans and seals in his hand, a thick stack.
Meng Qing felt that he had misunderstood. This was a competition between cultivators. You don't use magic weapons and talismans to bully others.
In fact, Lin He really didn't bully him. This was Lin He's strongest state. The Nine Earth Treasures defensive array and the slots of the sixteen Nine Earth Flags were filled with third-level spiritual stones. The spiritual energy contained was enough to support the operation of the array.
Three days. In other words, within three days, Meng Qing would definitely not be able to kill Lin He. As for the talismans and seals in his hands, they were the most powerful offensive weapons that Lin He could use. A weapon infused with Hunyuan Qi.
With a thousand talismans, I don’t want to defeat Meng Qing, but I want to tire him to death. Moreover, in Lin He’s space backpack, there are 4,000 spare attack talismans, gold blades, ground protrusions, ice picks, fire talismans, and wooden windings.
The Five Elements are complete, and the tricks are complete. For this trial, Lin He prepared a thousand of each, including metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and the Five Elements attack talisman. He didn't intend to get a good ranking, so he just hoped that he could pass without losing too badly.
One or two rounds.
"Let's see!" Lin He said with a smile, and threw out a handful of small black dots, like a swarm of killer bees, flying towards the opposite direction densely, making a sound like the scream of an innocent ghost, like
The sound of the innocent souls in hell struggling in the oil pan.
What is this? Meng Qing jumped up to a height of more than ten meters. His sword energy formed a curtain of light in front of him, intending to block these things. Unexpectedly, these dense black dots were not offensive weapons at all.
The sword light turned into black smoke before blowing towards Meng Qing high up like a gust of wind. The black wind circled Meng Qing's iron-wood shield more than ten times before turning into black smoke and disappearing.
Meng Qing has never seen this thing before. Not even the teachers in the sect have seen this thing. This is a defense-breaking tool that Lin He secretly refined, the Wounded Soul Sand! Lin He is the only one in the entire Wanxiu Sect.
This thing is absolutely exclusive. Masters generally will not study such "side theories". Who has the patience to make any defense-breaking props? The masters of Wanxiu Clan, who are mainly swordsmen, all like to kill with sword energy.
For the other party, if one is not enough, add a few more, or even dozens or hundreds. Wan Ruyun, the former leader of Wanxiu Clan, released ten thousand sword energy in a world Dao sect conference, and is still talked about by the people of Wanxiu Clan.
Tao's Ten Thousand Swords Technique.
When Meng Qing saw that the black smoke seemed to have no effect on him, he felt relieved. He raised his hand, and a blue sword energy turned into blue light and flew out. It was full of condescension and aura, and the whistle was sharp and terrifying. Lin, who was still standing on the ground,
He was a little nervous at first, worried that his magic circle could not block it. As a result, the sword energy hit the wind shadow, just like a knife cutting through water. He was entangled in the wind shadow, and the wind shadow turned into a whirlwind. In an instant, the green sword light was in the whirlwind.
They disappeared completely, and Lin He didn't feel any danger at all. Lin He felt happy because the Jiu Di Zang was indeed worthy of its reputation. The jade slips he bought for a hundred Yuan Ju Dan on the black market did not disappoint him.
If one sword attack fails, Meng Qing is not discouraged, he just keeps going, two passes, three passes, four passes, five passes...
Wan Yumeng's opponent was also a third-level disciple. After the steward announced the start of the competition, Wan Yumeng just showed off his flying sword without even opening the shield. The inner disciple opposite, a third-level Qi practitioner, had already raised his hands: "I surrender.
!”
This is a smart guy who decided not to bring trouble to himself. Wan Yumeng was the first to pass the level without losing any blood. Then instead of wandering around in a boring way, he meditated on the spot and waited for his opponent in the next round. According to the rules of the game, even if
At the end of the game, the winner does not leave the competition area. He has to wait until his opponent comes out in the next round before leaving. However, he can walk around freely in the competition area and look at others.
Yun Xiangyi's opponent put up some resistance, but the resistance ended in just half an hour. A disciple at the fourth level of Qi training could resist for an hour in front of Yun Xiangyi, a high-level eighth-level Qi training student.
Yun Xiangyi didn't try his best.
Si Zilong's competition also went very smoothly. This guy was hypocritical. Before the competition, he gave instructions like a senior brother, telling others what moves he was good at. His opponent was a fifth-level disciple who could normally resist him for a whole day.
Definitely, because he showed off and casually resisted for less than an hour before giving in.
Yun Xiangyi and Si Zilong did not wander around, waiting for the next round of opponents to recover the energy they had consumed before. Under normal circumstances, the opponents in the second round would come down quickly. After all, the first round of competition was about strength.
A disparate confrontation.
The problem is that today is not normal. The sun has reached its peak. It has been more than two hours since the start of the game. There is still no result in the second round. What is going on? When Si Zilong was curious, he opened his eyes and looked.
Looking around, I soon heard a burst of boos. Then I saw a group of people watching the excitement around a match point. It seemed that Yun Xiangyi and Wan Yumeng were also watching.
Is there really an opponent with comparable strength? Si Zilong was shocked. It’s hard for this kind of thing to happen, okay?
Two hours passed, and Meng Qing no longer felt even a trace of excitement when he won the lottery. Because the turtle shell in front of him really left him with no way. For two hours, he used all the available methods.
After releasing more than a thousand sword energy, Lin He in the formation changed from standing and competing, to meditating on the spot, to taking a nap on the spot, and now he just sat on the spot and fell asleep.
There is no other way, it is too boring. The formation of Jiu Di Zang is a bit too sophisticated for Meng Qing, a master of level 6 qi training. Meng Qing, who can release more than 30 sword qi at a time, has used it more than once
He tried his best to attack with the maximum amount of sword energy, but all his efforts failed.
Lin He was still a little nervous when he faced more than thirty sword qi for the first time. When all the sword qi was digested and invisible in the wind shadow, Lin He felt that he could save some energy and prepared the talismans for the time being.
If you can't use it, let Meng Qing continue to consume it.
This idea is very good and shameless! The effect of the Wounded Soul Sand can last for 12 hours, and Lin He is not worried at all.
Yun Xiangyi was attracted here because of boredom. He meditated for an hour and regained his energy. Before waiting for the opponent in the next round, he noticed Lin He. When he came over, Wan Yumeng had already arrived one step ahead, with a cold face on his face.
Unable to hide the smile on her lips.
There was no fierce battle going on above the match point. Instead, one person sat on the ground and dozed off, with saliva still at the corner of his mouth. The other person stood opposite, with one hand on his hip and a look of helplessness on his face as he kept repeating: "Lin He, you rookie.
, why don’t you fight back, you fight back!”
Everyone could see at this time that Meng Qing had nothing to do with Lin He. Even his voice could not penetrate the wind shadows that slowly revolved around Lin He. This is the domineering power of the Nine Earths Hidden Formation.
, once the person setting up the formation enters an unconscious state (meditating, sleeping), the operation of the formation will become slow and dense, and it will be difficult for outside sounds to be transmitted into the formation.
That's why Lin He could sleep so soundly. Sleeping during the selection competition for inner disciples was like something he had never seen before and never seen since. Meng Qing, who was playing against him, had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
"Third Senior Brother, please, don't sleep and have a good fight! If you want to sleep, you have to finish this fight first." Meng Qing had a grimace on his face, and he didn't say he was a rookie or not.
There are more and more people watching. If you say something like that, you will be laughed at. If you can't deal with a sleeping opponent, you are not the butt of the joke, but a bird.
Lin He finally had enough sleep. Just when Si Zilong arrived, Lin He opened his eyes. Seeing Yun Xiangyi and Wan Yumeng among the outsiders, he raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
Said: "What did you say? Have a good fight?"
Meng Qing nodded happily and finally woke up. "Oh, let's have a good fight and see what the moves are like!" As soon as he finished speaking, Lin He raised his hand and threw several talismans. Meng Qing had not replied yet.
When God came, he saw several green vines appearing out of thin air. The iron and wood shield he carried with him was turned off because he thought it was useless to save the spirit stones. Unexpectedly, Lin He suddenly attacked and Meng Qing's body was entangled in the green vines, subconsciously
While struggling, he activated the shield with his mind at the same time. Unexpectedly, even if the shield was activated, it could not break free from the green vines and could not operate at all. At this time, Lin He threw out a few more talismans, and the ground under Meng Qing's feet suddenly bulged.
Several earthen pillars were erected to surround Meng Qing like a fence. This change was too sudden. How could anyone from a sect dominated by sword cultivators do such a thing?
The next change was even more shocking. Lin He continuously released fire talismans like raindrops, forming a ring of fire three steps away from Meng Qing. Meng Qing, who was entangled in green vines, could not move and could only move his mouth: "Three steps"
Senior brother, if you don't play like this, we are swordsmen. Can we have a good fight?"
Lin He listened and sat thinking, and then said: "That's right, we are sword cultivators." After that, he threw out a few more talismans, which turned into ice picks and fell into the fire. There was a hissing sound and a puff of smoke.
After the water vapor rose, the fire was extinguished, but the green vines still clung to Meng Qing. Lin He took out a wooden sword from his space backpack, walked up to Meng Qing in a swagger, raised his sword and stabbed him gently.
After a few moments he said: "Okay, I've beaten you, do you want to continue?"
At this time, no matter how stupid Meng Qing was, he knew the outcome, and cold sweat was pouring down his face. Before, he had thrown thousands of sword energy around Lin He, without even hurting his hair, but now he was holding a wooden sword.
When you stab yourself, you don't want to hurt anyone.
"I..., lost." Meng Qing lowered his head silently. The steward in charge of the match point appeared expressionlessly, glanced at Lin He and said: "No. 1 Lin He won and entered the second round. The first