"Holy crap, who is this girl? She can actually send that giant man flying onto the next ring, number three, with just one punch!"

These five arenas were originally very spacious, and each was a hundred meters apart. This little human girl...

Isn't her strength too strong?!

"I remember her. She showed up in the qualifiers. She was one of the two super talents, Yun Zheng!"

"So they're both super geniuses, no wonder..."

"This little girl must be a physical cultivator, otherwise how could she have knocked that tall and mighty giant flying with just one punch?"

Someone couldn't help but give a thumbs-up and said excitedly, "Amazing! This girl must be the first person in the history of the Tianling Tournament to be able to make her opponent cross the ring!"

Almost all the practitioners sitting on the Phoenix Stone seats were staring at Arena No. 2 and Arena No. 3, wanting to see what would happen next.

At this moment, Old Zhuang from the Chixiao Shenfeng Palace raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of interest flashed in his turbid old eyes. This young girl who practiced physical cultivation was quite interesting.

He had just heard something saying that this little girl was a double super genius.

She had top talent and was also good at fighting. If she could make it into the top ten, he might consider bringing her back to the Scarlet Sky Divine Wind Palace.

Other envoys from the advanced continent also showed some interest in Yun Zheng, and they remembered her silently in their hearts.

The thin lips beneath the Emperor's mask curled up slightly, as if with a hint of pride.

However, when Mr. Zhuang turned his head to look at him, he lowered the corners of his lips and regained his calm expression.

Old Zhuang laughed sarcastically and said, "Emperor, you actually have the leisure to come and watch a small gathering. Could it be that the Shuo Palace is short of manpower?"

The Emperor ignored it.

Mr. Zhuang seemed to have anticipated his reaction, so he did not show any expression of anger or shame. He raised his eyes and looked at the man with the ghost mask thoughtfully.

The Celestial Clan...

Why are you here too?

On the other side, the No. 3 ring is temporarily unable to conduct normal competitions.

The referee of the No. 3 ring was the third elder. He was stunned for a few seconds, then came to his senses and went up to the No. 3 ring with mixed feelings.

He looked vaguely at the referee elder on the fourth ring, signaling him to move the giant contestant out of the third ring.

Referee No. 4 was also in a state of bewilderment. He had never expected that the contestant in his own ring would fly to the next ring...

The Third Elder pursed his lips, looked at Yun Zheng from a distance, and warned in a deep voice: "Contestant, please control your strength and remember not to destroy the arena!"

Yun Zheng: “…”

When the disciples of Shen Ye Sect heard this, they immediately laughed happily.

"Hahaha……"

It seems that the Third Elder has also heard about Junior Sister Yun Zheng's fame in one battle.

At this moment, several elders worked together to move the giant off the stage.

Referee number four was in a rather complicated mood. He stepped onto the stage and announced loudly, "Yun Zheng wins!"

Yun Zheng nodded, then stepped down from the stage and returned to the waiting area under the gazes of many people.

At this moment, Di Nian was stunned for a long time, unable to react. It was not until his niece returned to the waiting area and was chatting and laughing with her companions that he regained consciousness.

Di Nian sat down stiffly.

His face was expressionless, as if he was lost in thought. He also gave off a vague air of bewilderment, wondering, "Who am I? Where am I?"

"Palace Master, are you okay?"

The members of the Lightning Elementalist Organization were also completely bewildered. Their own Palace Master had suddenly stood up, as if about to attack someone, and the next moment, his expression was one of shock and daze. Finally… the Palace Master seemed a little depressed.

Di Nian said in a tired tone: "I...let me be quiet."

Several images flashed through his mind, each of them depicting himself calling his niece a...weak loser.

Thinking about it now, it’s a little bit... embarrassing.

He had no idea that Zheng Zheng could send a giant flying with just one punch, and the flying distance was extraordinary. It seemed that her wings were a little stiff.

The promotion matches continued one after another, and soon it was Feng Xinglan's turn.

Feng Xinglan's opponent was a human, and he was also an inner disciple of the same sect. He defeated the elite disciple with just three sword strikes.

Next up was Nangong Qingqing. Her opponent was an elementalist from the Wind Elementalist Organization. Ice and wind intertwined, and in the end, Nangong Qingqing won in a crushing victory.

Since Mo Jing, Yu Qiu, Zhongli Wuyuan and Yan Chen drew numbers outside of 3,000, they had to wait for a long time.

It was not until noon of the second day that it was Mo Jing and Yu Qiu's turn.

Their numbers differed by two, so they entered the ring at the same time.

Mo Jing looked at his friends and said, "You all need to cheer me on!"

Yu Qiu's lips curled up slightly, "Why don't we compete and see who finishes the game first?"

"It must be me! Let's take a gamble. If I win, I'll do hard labor for you for ten days. If you win, the same goes." Mo Jing suggested with a smile.

Yu Qiu: "Okay."

The little friends looked like they were watching a show.

They both entered the ring almost simultaneously. Mo Jing's opponent was a female Undead cultivator, whose cultivation level was at the high level of the Holy Heavenly Dao Realm. Meanwhile, Yu Qiu's opponent was a burly Orc, whose cultivation level was at the low level of the Semi-Saint Dao Realm.

As soon as the referee called out "start," they went into battle mode.

Bang! Bang!

The sounds of two heavy objects hitting the ground were heard almost simultaneously.

Yu Qiu and Mo Jing stood on the stage, glanced at each other sideways, with deep regret in their eyes.

In this round, the two of them could not determine the winner.

In the evening, it was Yan Chen's turn to perform.

Yan Chen stood on the stage, his aura as gentle as the breeze and bright moon. This aura made everyone think he was a sword cultivator, until he took out the large black cauldron, and almost everyone was stunned.

"Is he going to make an elixir on the spot? Hahaha..."

"Should it be refining poison pills?! Otherwise, how can we defeat the opponent?"

The next moment, everyone's faces collapsed slightly.

The gentle man raised the cauldron with one hand and smashed it towards the opponent, knocking him nearly a hundred meters away.

'Bang--'

Everyone's eyes widened: "?" The cauldron can be used as a weapon?!

Next, Yan Chen used his actions to clearly tell them that the alchemy furnace could be used as a weapon, and its lethality was extremely strong.

When the friends saw this, they silently turned to look at Yun Zheng and said with emotion: "Zheng Zheng, Yan Chen has inherited your true teachings."

Yun Zheng nodded proudly: "This is what an alchemist should do, to protect himself!"

It is generally believed that alchemists or poison makers are not very capable, after all, everyone has their own expertise.

But in this world where the strong are respected, she wants Yan Chen to be not only an outstanding alchemist, but also a strong man respected by everyone!