Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the clear sky, and black clouds rolled in. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts were like snakes dancing around. It was extremely terrifying. Along with the rolling thunder, it seemed that the sky was about to collapse. Then a trace of coercion overflowed, but it appeared overwhelmingly. , all living beings trembled, and strange phenomena occurred, as if the world was destroyed.
Suddenly, a ray of light streaked across the sky, like a falling meteor, heading straight down.
In a rather large yard, a child of about three years old heard the sound of thunder in the sky and looked up at the sky out of curiosity. At this moment, a ray of light in the sky flashed towards the sky at an incredible speed. The child flew over at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for the child in a blink of an eye. After the light approached the child, it flew directly into the center of the child's eyebrows and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The light hit the child's eyebrows, and he immediately fainted and fell to the ground. At this time, deep in the child's eyebrows, a broken compass fragment entered.
At this time, the vision dissipated, less than ten breaths before and after, and appeared hurriedly, like a flash in the pan.
The Tianni Continent is vast and boundless, countless millions of miles away.
Qiankong Sect is one of the super sects in the Southern Region. There are many masters in the sect, and there are as many strong ones as clouds.
Halfway up a hill in Qiankongmen, several houses stand here. Although they look like ordinary houses, they exude a faint sense of coercion.
In one of the rooms, there is a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old. He is in the stage of breakthrough at this time. Silks of spiritual power gather on the young man's head, and are slowly absorbed into the Dantian by the young man. This cycle continues, and the spiritual power in his Dantian is More and more people began to gather.
After a quarter of an hour, the spiritual power in the young man's Dantian slowly gathered together, like water vapor turning into water droplets. The spiritual power was originally scattered throughout the young man's body, but at this moment it slowly gathered towards the young man's Dantian. It felt like All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him gathered towards his Dantian, and the boy's face showed a hint of joy. Then with a strong suction, it was visible to the naked eye that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around the boy was quickly sucked into the boy's Dantian, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian also moved toward the liquid. The drops started to change.
After this continued for a quarter of an hour, the young man slowly gained power. At this moment, in just a quarter of an hour, the young man had gathered two or three times more spiritual power than an ordinary person. The young man stood up together. , exercise his body a little.
"It turns out that this is the early stage of Qi condensation. It is indeed more than ten times more powerful than the peak of Xu Qi. The master is right. Every time you break through to a realm, there is a qualitative change. If you break through to the realm of solid Qi, I don't know what will happen. How powerful is it? And if you cultivate to the level of master, I wonder what it will feel like?"
As he thought about it, the young man shook his head and smiled bitterly.
This young man's name is Lingchen.
Thinking that he had only reached the early stage of qi condensation when he was fourteen years old, and it took him nearly ten years, he almost had the urge to vomit blood. People of the same age as him had already broken through to the realm of solid qi, some even worse. He has cultivated to the Juyuan Realm, become an inner disciple, and has a certain status, but he has been walking in the same place for many years, as if he was running at a slow pace.
Feeling the power in his body, Lingchen clenched his fists. His depressed mood immediately dissipated, replaced by a strong, confident expression with a hint of fighting spirit. Today, it is time for Lingchen to go to the battlefield again. .
The fighting battlefield is a place used by the Qiankong Sect for disciples to compete, and it is also a place where masters gather. The so-called masters are actually the outer disciples who have not yet broken through to the realm of Juyuan, but there are many people with high combat prowess among them. .
From a distance, Lingchen walked towards the fighting battlefield.
"This guy is here again," a fourteen-year-old boy said in surprise when he saw Ling Chen walking towards this place.
"Well, why is this mad bull here again? Wasn't he seriously injured last time? How could he recover so quickly?" The young man also had a surprised expression and glanced at Lingchen in extreme disbelief. That look seemed to penetrate Lingchen's whole body.
"Mad Bull" was the name given to Lingchen by the people here after he had been on this fighting battlefield for five consecutive years and experienced countless battles.
For a period of ten days, Lingchen will appear on the battlefield as long as the time is up to challenge the masters from all sides. Although he loses more and wins less, he fights until the last moment every time, never gives up and fights to the death, just like a mad cow. Red cloth is extremely crazy, so some people gave him the nickname "Crazy Bull".
Lingchen strode towards the fighting battlefield with no one blocking his way. Lingchen walked straight to the fighting battlefield, found a place and sat down cross-legged, waiting quietly to appear.
At this time, the fighting battlefield was in full swing. The fighting battlefield with a radius of several thousand feet was densely packed with practitioners, with different levels of cultivation, but they were all fighting and competing. The sound of weapons clashing could be heard endlessly, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
On the battlefield, victory or defeat is often decided in an instant. This is the battleground, and the winner is king.
There are a hundred kings here, and Lingchen is one of them.
Lingchen didn't wait long. After a quarter of an hour, he stood up and walked up to the stage where the winner had just been decided.
Opposite him was a fifteen or sixteen year old boy. After seeing Ling Chen walking towards him, his eyes shrank slightly and his expression changed.
"Brother Mad Niu, please be merciful later." The young man said suddenly. His tone sounded like pleading, but also helpless. After speaking, he looked at Lingchen expectantly.
"good."
Lingchen said lightly. The young man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this word. After adjusting his mood, he said to Lingchen.
"Then I'll take action first."
He raised his sword and attacked Lingchen. When he saw the young man attacking, he stood still and waited for the young man to attack.
At a distance of ten steps, the young man arrived in a blink of an eye. The tip of his sword pierced Lingchen's chest. He moved forward bravely and with great strength.
"when."
Just when the tip of the sword was only three inches away from Lingchen's chest, Lingchen's body moved, and a sword appeared in the same Lingchen's hand. The sword was five inches wide and two feet long. It was at an incredible angle. When the sword tip was only two inches away from Lingchen, the sword body blocked the sword tip, but Lingchen stood still, like a rock.
The young man used all his strength to prevent Lingchen from retreating. At this moment, Lingchen suddenly moved his body and took a step forward.
Lingchen seemed to take a step forward very easily. This step broke down the young man's inner defense. A trace of sweat was seen on the young man's forehead. He took a step forward, but the young man took three steps back. He reluctantly stopped after taking four steps. The young man was surprised and at the same time, cold sweat immediately flowed down his face.
"I surrender."
The young man glanced at Lingchen and said very depressedly.
Only this young man knew that the two of them were purely testing their physical strength just now and did not release any spiritual power. But what made the young man extremely depressed was that he could not even take a single move in the competition of physical strength. This was really embarrassing.
Arrived home.
Lingchen won with one move, without the slightest expression on his face, as if expected, he stood quietly in the field, waiting for other challengers, and from time to time he looked at other challenge platforms, as if looking for prey.
The cultivators who were watching the battle were surprised when they saw Ling Chen easily defeating his opponent with one move. They all looked at Ling Chen with puzzled expressions, and they all had their own thoughts. Among them were many cultivators in the Qi Realm.
"It seems that this mad bull may have a breakthrough, otherwise he won't be able to defeat his opponent with one move. It seems like there will be a good show today."
Seeing Lingchen defeating his opponent with one move, the cultivators watching the battle began to discuss in low voices.
"Yes, Mad Bull is indeed different from the past today, and I heard that some disciples of the elders in the sect have also come here today. The fighting power of those people is extraordinary. Fighting between dragons and tigers is inevitable. Many people are afraid of Mad Bull's ability.
I have objections to being ranked among the Hundred Kings. I wonder if this crazy bull can retain the position of the Hundred Kings today?"
"Disciple of the elder, how is this possible? Aren't all of those people cultivating in secret? How come they are so free to come here to compete for the position of the Hundred Kings?" One of them asked in surprise when he heard that he was the disciple of the elder.
"I don't know the reason, but it does happen. Several kings have been kicked out. It is said that they have been repaired badly."
"Indeed, the elder's disciple is a vegetarian. How could he be favored by the elder without a strong talent? Think about it, how could we, the outer disciples, be the opponents of those people." The man shook his head as he spoke.
He shook his head and muttered something very complaining.
"Who is Mad Bull? Do you dare to fight with me?" Just as these people were still complaining, an extremely arrogant voice rang out.
These people looked towards the place where the sound came from, and immediately saw a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. This boy was almost as tall as Lingchen. At this time, he happened to defeat someone, and that person fell without even three moves under his hands.
Being stepped on by him, his face was very ugly and he almost fainted.
The young man glanced at Lingchen. Although he said something like that, it seemed to attract attention when he said it, but his eyes were fixed on Lingchen.
The young man's face was full of contempt, arrogance, arrogance, and arrogance, with a trace of sneer, provocation, and naked provocation.
Seeing this person's expression, Lingchen frowned slightly, but immediately looked away as if it had nothing to do with him.
The young man was very angry when he saw that Lingchen didn't even look at him, but then he showed a sinister smile, as if he already had some way to deal with Lingchen.
Mad Bull's name seems to be very loud. People go up and down from other challenge stages from time to time, but since Lingchen arrived at this challenge stage, except for the battle just now, no one has come up. Lingchen
I also had some time to relax and watch the battles on the other challenge stages.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people on the challenge stage. After an hour, there were only about 300 people on the fighting field. In the two hours since the beginning of the huge fighting field, there were only about 300 people left.
, the proportion of survival of the fittest is quite large. After all, there were at least about a thousand people here at the beginning. Three out of ten were selected, and those who stayed were all elites.