The promotion competition for the Tianling Conference is getting more and more intense.
Since the strength gap between the two contestants is getting closer and closer, a battle match lasts for a long time.
After going through the fifth round of promotions, the members of Fengyun Team felt the pressure to a greater or lesser extent. It took a lot of spiritual energy for them to win the fifth round of promotions.
Three days later_
The Tianling Conference finally ushered in the seventh round of promotions, that is, 79 people were selected from 157 people.
The competition has also entered a fierce stage.
At this moment, all the friends in Fengyun are suffering from minor or serious injuries.
Yunzheng pondered for a moment and said: "What we will face next are the strong men of the Holy Ruins. Everyone, remember to be careful. If your life is endangered, surrender. At worst, we will continue together next year."
The friends were a little silent when they heard this.
They have passed through the final rounds together. If they want to give up, they will be a little unwilling and feel guilty because they are holding the team back.
Yunzheng glanced around at them, and then said with a smile: "At worst, we can come back next year. Why are we so dejected? The eight of us in Fengyun want to make progress together hand in hand. Have you completely forgotten this?
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She coughed a few times and gave an example: "My uncle has been participating for more than ten years. It is not embarrassing for us to participate for the second time."
Feng Xinglan raised his eyes and looked at Yunzheng, a smile appeared on his cold handsome face, and he nodded: "That makes sense."
Nangong Qingqing suddenly smiled, "Zheng Zheng is right."
"Ayun is right, but not quite right." Mo Jing smiled slyly: "We haven't even competed yet, so we have created a way for ourselves to fall back. Alas... maybe we can ascend together."
"What Mo Jing said this time is not bad." Yu Qiu glanced at Mo Jing and said with a smile.
Yan Chen smiled warmly, "I'll try not to hold you back."
Zhongli Wuyuan: "Let's advance and retreat together."
Mu Yin's handsome little face had two small smiles. He immediately stretched out his hand, put it in front of him, and said with a high-spirited tone of a young man: "Wind and cloud rush, rush!"
Yan Chen smiled and put his hand on his, followed by Feng Xinglan, Yu Qiu, Mo Jing, Zhong Li Wuyuan, Nangong Qingqing, and finally Yunzheng.
The eight people's hands were folded together for a long time. They raised their heads and looked at each other with an indescribable passion.
"Then fight until you have no regrets!"
"good!"
After Yunzheng retracted her hand, she raised her head and looked at Rong Shuo who was sitting on the high seat. She slowly smiled at him, her brows and eyes were even more refreshing, like the moon in the water, burning like a flower.
Rong Shuo's eyes were full of tenderness, as if doting and joyful, and the corners of his lips turned up unconsciously.
Yunzheng sent a message to Rong Shuo: "After Tianling's return, I have something important to tell you."
She wanted to introduce Ah Shuo to her uncle. Although she would probably be yelled at by her uncle, there was nothing she could do about it, because the fact was...she and Ah Shuo were in love.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." His gentle voice came slowly.
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The seventh round promotion competition has officially begun!
Yunzheng drew number 78, which was the last arena match of this round.
Among the eight of them, Yu Qiu was the first to appear.
Yu Qiu was fighting against Changsun Hongji, the first disciple of the leader of the Shenye Sect! This was also a formidable enemy because his cultivation was at a high level in the semi-holy world, and his cultivation was real.
Yu Qiu had just broken through and reached the high level of the Semi-Saint Dao Realm, and the aura of power he exuded was obviously a little weaker than that of Changsun Hongji.
"Junior Brother Yu." Changsun Hongji nodded politely in the direction of Yu Qiu.
"Senior Brother Changsun, please give me your advice."
One or two kind words were exchanged, and after the referee announced the start of the game, the two of them fought together.
Yu Qiu blocked Changsun Hongji's palm with his fan and was forced to take a few steps back.
Changsun Hongji's figure was extremely fast, so fast that even the most powerful men in the entire holy world could not catch his movement.
Yu Qiu was almost suppressed and beaten by Changsun Hongji.
At this time, Changsun Hongji without changing his expression condensed the ice-type sword belonging to the high-level semi-saint realm, and struck out the ice-type sword with flowing movements.
'call out--'
The ice-type long sword cut through the void. Wherever it passed, the flowing spiritual energy condensed into ice, and a clear "click" sound was heard.
Yu Qiu's handsome face was slightly solemn, and he blew out the iron fan.
In an instant, the iron fan went straight forward and collided with the ice sword in mid-air. With a 'boom', it withstood the attack of the ice sword.
Changsun Hongji was a little surprised. Could this iron fan be a magical weapon?
It is so powerful!
At this moment, Yu Qiu summoned hundreds of real iron fans, which were densely suspended around him. Then he formed a magic seal to activate the hundreds of iron fans.
"With my order, the weapons will change!"
In an instant, hundreds of iron fans made a sharp clang sound, and in the next moment they transformed from ordinary iron fans into hidden iron fans with sharp blades.
All fans in unison!
A cold light suddenly appeared, forming an extremely terrifying scene in mid-air.
Changsun Hongji frowned, channeling the spiritual power in his Dantian, white ice mist gradually filled his palms, and he slapped the front hard!
Bang!
The iron fans were pushed back more than ten meters, but the next moment, they counterattacked towards Changsun Hongji with lightning speed!
Changsun Hongji made a quick decision and quickly got out of the way. Then he flashed in front of Yu Qiu at an extremely fast speed. His frost-covered body immediately slapped Yu Qiu hard!
'Bang--'
Yu Qiu was knocked away!
Just when Yu Qiu was about to hit the ground, he suddenly controlled his body, rolled over in mid-air, and landed on the ground with one knee.
There was a sharp pain in his chest, the ice power began to penetrate into his internal organs, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His lips were slightly white, and his already devilishly handsome face was now a bit more delicate and beautiful.
When everyone in the audience saw this scene, they all commented with emotion:
"It seems that Changsun Hongji is sure to win!"
"This disciple named Yu Qiu can be regarded as a dark horse in this year's Tianling Conference. However, he can only stop at more than a hundred people."
"I heard that this Yu Qiu is Liang Guanren's apprentice..."
"It turns out he is Liang Guanren's apprentice! No wonder this Yu Qiu's strength is extraordinary!"
Liang Guanren was also a legendary figure more than a hundred years ago.
In the first year he participated in the Tianling Conference, he won third place and successfully ascended to the high-level continent. Later... for some unknown reason, Liang Guanren returned to the Holy Ruins.
Someone suddenly saw something in the waiting area, and then asked in surprise: "Hey, didn't you notice? Elder Liang accepted eight apprentices, and all eight apprentices entered the seventh round of promotions."
After everyone heard this, they glanced in the direction of the waiting area.
"It's true!"
"It is said that the eight disciples that Elder Liang accepted are from low-level continents!"
"Isn't it possible? How can people from the low-level mainland have such strong strength? The eight of them are all cultivators of the Semi-Saint Dao Realm, and they are enough to stand among the strong men of the Holy Ruins..."