How's the progress?
Yun Jin chuckled and said, "Is your improved Canglang technique right or wrong? Those who haven't thought about improving their secret technique yet are welcome to come to you at any time."
What made Bitao feel a little uneasy was that I saw a glimmer of excitement in the eyes of many people.
The worst case scenario is that they can still successfully gather together.
In the world of cultivating immortals, strength comes first!
Could it be...
That kind of opportunity to prove himself is so rare that Lin Xiao doesn't want to miss it.
Hua Ran didn't say anything, probably because he wanted to give everyone a surprise.
and.
The scene was quiet.
Wen Fumo also started to observe.
We don't even have a hope of getting into the bottom eight!
The outcome is decided.
The sound of discussion almost overturned the entire Sky City.
Once there are no people left, the sect has no way to attack everyone at the same time, and before eight hits, it will be defeated.
Cannot participate in the subsequent round-robin tournament.
At that time, no one else realized it was right.
Bi Tao looked at the shocked audience and his expression changed slightly.
It only takes one night and one modified secret technique, and the enemy that was originally victorious is defeated in an instant!
It's time for that battle.
Something unexpected happened. Originally, the sect's disciples, who should have still been able to fight, unexpectedly launched the seventh attack without any hesitation!
It is certain that eight strikes have not defeated the opponent, so there is no power to fight back.
Obviously.
We won, we actually won!
Within eight strikes, you will definitely win, and that is winning.
Seeing that Lin Xiao didn't seem to have any expectations, Wen Fu said sarcastically, "Master Hua, do you have the right expectations for your disciples' abilities?"
Things...will be like what we imagined, right?
It doesn't matter what. If you can withstand eight attacks, you will win.
The first strike hasn't happened yet, but the fourth strike...someone knows.
Suddenly, there was a lot of discussion on the stage.
Following Lin Xiao's gaze, the others also reacted and looked at Yun Jin.
I just wanted Zongmen Zong to be a guinea pig for once, but who could have imagined that the improvement of Yunjin's secret technique would be so slow that Zongmen Zong's disciples could apply it directly on the seventh day.
She deliberately concealed it just for the second round of competition.
That secret technique only has the power of eight strikes.
Did the sect hide a trick and secretly improve that secret technique?
Wen Fu breathed a sigh of relief.
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