"Lingqin, this is indeed too much. The competition still depends on the level of the disciples on both sides." After Piaoyun's accusation, Jiantian, the head of Wanjianmen, also said something.
Lingqin cried out in her heart, but she couldn't show weakness on her face. She glanced at Piaoyun with contempt and said, "If you have the ability, you should also arm your disciples. Why?"
?Seeing that our Linghua Sect is rich, are you jealous?"
"You! -" Piaoyun was about to get angry, but she had no reason to get angry. If she got angry, it would be what Lingqin said. Their Piaoyun Clan was poor and could not compare with Linghua Clan. Linghua Clan
The secret war with Piaoyun Sect had lasted for more than a few years, so she couldn't let this incident weaken her sect's limelight, so she could only lower her head and silently swallow it.
"Haha~~" Ling Qin smiled proudly and turned his attention back to the arena below.
At this time, Piaoxu, who had fallen on the ring, had gotten up tremblingly, and stood reluctantly in front of Qingling, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, "Let's... do it again!" She shouted, her body momentum was good, but under her feet
Although his body was soft, he became shorter, and his fighting power was obviously lost.
Qing Ling also secretly admired Piaoxu in her heart. She was bombarded by more than ten explosive pills, and she could still stand up, which was impressive enough. She couldn't bear to make Piaoxu's injuries worse, so
He opened his mouth to persuade: "You can't beat me, so just admit defeat."
But these words reached Piaoxu's ears. Piaoxu felt that Qingling was humiliating herself. She held the flying sword and rushed towards Qingling with red eyes. Qingling stood motionless on the spot. Piaoxu hadn't moved yet.
He rushed to Qing Ling and fell to the ground again with a 'bump' sound...
"Qingling wins!" The old judge saw Piaoxu fall down again and knew that the winner was decided this time. Because Qingling had a special status, he was from Qingyu Mountain and from Linghuamen, so he had no choice but to
When announcing, there is no sect, only the name is used to announce Qing Ling's victory.
The belated cheers erupted five seconds after the old judge's announcement. Of course, the first to cheer was Qingling's twin sister Qingying. Next, whether it was the disciples of various sects or the second- and third-rate leaders in the world of cultivation.
, they all shouted "Okay!" in the direction of Qing Ling with surprise on their faces.
In their view, Qing Ling's victory was completely overwhelming. A disciple of a second-rate sect could break into the top seven of the ten-year cultivation conference. What an honor it was. Although Qing Ling also had an identity as Linghua.
A disciple of the Linghua Sect, but people seemed to put the title of disciple of Qingyu Mountain first. At this moment, a few people mentioned Linghua Sect, but most people had already begun to pay attention to Qingyu Mountain.
'Dang~dang~dang~dang~~~~~~' A burst of bells and drums sounded, and everyone present fell silent. At this moment, Qing Ling had already walked off the ring and stood side by side with the seven victorious young cultivators.
Together.
Unsurprisingly, Ling Bing attacked his father on the high platform. Ling Bingchi stood up and spoke: "This year's Cultivation Conference is more exciting than previous years, and there are even a few dark horses. This makes us the number one sect in the world of Cultivation."
As the head of the Cultivation World, I am very pleased. This indicates that the strength of our cultivation world is steadily improving. Perhaps after thousands of years, you will shoulder the responsibility of believing in the future of the cultivation world. You are all geniuses.
We must move forward harder on the road.”
After speaking politely, Ling Bingchi's eyes swept across the audience, and his oppressive aura was immediately received by everyone. It also made the top cultivators in the entire cultivation world once again realize that he was the leader of the first sect.
Majestic and powerful.
"The final competition will now take place. The seven of you will compete with six of them. In the end, the top five masters will be determined based on the number of wins and losses. Before that, I want to announce that this time
The reward for the winner of the Cultivation Conference can also be regarded as giving you a bonus from the competition."
When Qingling heard about the lottery, she quickly concentrated and listened. She had been blind to those powerful magic weapons for a long time. If she got the first place, the reward would definitely not be too bad. After all, she was half the reason.
I came to the Cultivation Conference for the chance of winning.
Thinking of this, she also glanced sideways at Ling Bingqi, who was one person away from her. He was the son of Ling Bingchi on the stage. I'm sure they would have colluded to let his son win first place, and then the biggest prize would not be used.
Sent out. Moreover, although this Lingbingsheng seems to be in the late stage of Nascent Soul, maybe he is about to break through the out-of-body stage, but this person is not simple no matter how you look at it, but his cultivation level is there, Qingling really doesn't know
There was something wrong with my hunch.
At this time, Ling Bingchi on the stage had already begun to announce the various prizes: "The third, fourth, fourth and fifth place winners in this cultivation conference will all receive high-grade spiritual weapons that are jointly refined by the elders of our three sects.
One piece. The reward for third place is a high-grade spiritual weapon and a fifth-grade elixir. The reward for second place is two high-grade spiritual weapons and a fifth-grade elixir..." Ling Bingchi paused.
, scanned the audience, deliberately leaving everyone present in suspense, and then slowly said, "The reward for first place...a low-grade heavenly weapon."
"Boom..." The noise suddenly erupted. As soon as the reward was reported, there was an explosion among the headmaster and the disciples of various sects.