Chapter 118 [(*^▽^*)]

Chapter 118 [(*^▽^*)]

Even the princes and princesses in the imperial city paid more attention to him, but that was all. In their opinion, Ming Fanxing's victory was a bit of a trick.

The first two sword beams looked very dangerous, but he did it on purpose to attract the opponent's attention. When the opponent's attention was on these two very obvious sword beams,

he quickly summoned the third Feiling Sword, flew underground, and lurked behind the opponent!

There was a time difference in this, because this person underestimated the enemy and did not defend himself before the two sword beams came.

So he was successfully ambushed by the flying sword that had already arrived behind him.

If the opponent had been very cautious at the beginning and had cast a spiritual shield on himself directly, then this sneak attack by the flying sword would not have succeeded at all.

As for who would win or lose at that time, it was still unknown.

Feng Qingyi shook his head, "Such a person is not my opponent."

Feng Qingxue glanced at him and said nothing, but she did not take Ming Fanxing seriously.

Ming Fanxing did not even look at the corpse on the ground, and returned to his seat with an indifferent expression, as if he had just killed not a person, but a dead object.

This person is a disciple of the Imperial City. Although no one knows who he is, seeing that the people on the Imperial City side did not have any expression, it seems that this person's identity is not that important.

In this case, there is no need to worry.

Ming Yufeng sat beside him and said with a smile, "Fanxing, we won."

Ming Fanxing patted his shoulder, "You have to work hard later."

Ming Yufeng nodded, "No problem."

Xu Yangping and Hua Qingmeng both looked at Ming Fanxing with starry eyes. Although they didn't say anything, their admiration was obvious.

Only Ming Caiqing was behind them and didn't dare to look at Ming Fanxing.

Mingming had seen Ming Fanxing slaughtering those bandits without changing his expression many times on the way to the imperial city, but she still couldn't accept it until now.

The three inconspicuous sword beams were controlled by Ming Fanxing and kept flying, like chains from hell. Anyone who was targeted would be sent to hell.

It's not that she couldn't accept the scene of killing people, but she couldn't accept that her brother, who used to let her bully him, had now become a master who was her absolute rival and someone she needed to look up to.

Soon Xu Yangping and Hua Qingmeng were also called, and they were a little nervous when they went on stage.

However, I don't know if it's because the mayors of other states don't take their disciples out to kill and train, but they both won after a hard fight!

They didn't kill their opponents, after all, they were not strong enough, but winning was also good, at least they could get better treatment and resources.

When Hua Qingmeng returned with a smile after winning the victory, Ming Caiqing's name was called immediately. Jin Nantian glanced at her and said, "Remember to shout "admit defeat" when you go up. Don't waste time or you will lose your life."

Ming Caiqing was a little embarrassed and lowered her head and replied, "Yes, City Lord."

Because the three people who played before Jinzhou City all won, and the first one killed the opponent, so the fourth person who played was also watched by everyone.

But after seeing Ming Caiqing clearly, they all frowned.

There was nothing else, just Ming Caiqing's shivering look was extremely inappropriate. It was obvious that she was afraid. Was she pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

As a result, when the ban just fell and the people on the opposite side didn't have time to make any moves, she was so nervous that she was afraid that she would not have a chance to speak, so she shouted directly at the top of her voice.

"I give up!"

This was in the valley, and she shouted "I give up" until her voice broke.

All the sounds around seemed to be suppressed, and even the people who didn't look at her just now turned their heads, and now everyone's eyes were on her.

And the echo of these three words "I give up" was still echoing in the valley for a while.

Even the monk who set up the restriction was stunned for a while before reacting. He let the two people out speechlessly.

After Ming Caiqing left the restriction, he quickly returned to his seat, blushing and lowering his head, not daring to look at anyone.

Jin Nantian's face was also a little ugly. The face that the three disciples had just regained was all lost by her alone.

Everyone's eyes gradually moved away. It turned out that there was another person in Jinzhou City who was making up the numbers.

Ming Caiqing, at first glance, is the kind of person who wants to come to the Imperial City to cultivate, but has only the realm but no strength, and is just here for free.

Others may not know, but those who have been to the Imperial City know it well.

Although the conditions of this Immortal Cultivation Academy are indeed very good, the total amount of resources obtained by the disciples with the lowest strength who come here every year may not be as much as what they get in their own prefectures.

The Immortal Cultivation Academy has good treatment, but it never raises waste!

If someone like her insists on staying, unless she can find a way to climb up, she can only live a muddled life. When everyone's eyes passed over Ming Caiqing, they all had some contempt.

Song Luyan looked at Jin Nantian and chuckled, with obvious malice in his words.

"So you brought a piece of junk with you. I don't know why you sent her to the Imperial City. It's a waste of time. It's better to leave her in Jinzhou City!"

Jin Nantian said calmly, "There's nothing we can do about it. She has met the requirements. If she wants to come, I'm willing to give her a chance. I hope she can find her own way."

Song Lyuyan snorted coldly, "Lord Jin, you're really kind!"

Jin Nantian, "It's okay, but I don't know how strong the disciples you brought are."

Song Lyuyan glanced behind him, "Won't we know later?"

Ming Fanxing observed the two disciples behind Song Lyuyan while they were targeting each other, and casually identified them, and found that the two female disciples both had three spiritual roots.

But except for the main spiritual root, the talent points of the other two spiritual roots were all below 10 points, and they could not be cultivated at all.

Lu Manyin's main spiritual root is wood spiritual root, with a talent of 102 points, while the other Fang Miaozhi's main spiritual root is water spiritual root, with a talent of 105 points.

He also identified the two female disciples from Lanzhou City next door. Ren Peirong has two spiritual roots, and her main spiritual root is gold spiritual root with a talent of 108 points.

The other one, Yan Jingzhu, has three spiritual roots, and her main spiritual root is fire spiritual root with a talent of 115 points.

If we look at it by talent, the two female disciples from Lanzhou City are better, but once the spiritual root talent exceeds 100 points, if the actual values ​​are not much different.

This strength cannot be seen from the talent points.

And... this appraisal only allows Ming Fanxing to roughly know the realm of this person, but it is also possible that those with stronger physique, consciousness and talent will eventually die at the hands of people who are inferior to themselves in every way.

This is not surprising.

These four female disciples came out one after another, and as expected, all returned victorious.

After watching the fight between the four of them, Ming Fanxing was honestly very good, and many male disciples had already looked over here.

Of course, they were all looking at the four female disciples, which made the two city lords very proud.

Especially these four female disciples, each one is prettier than the other. Although they are still a little inferior to the princess, they are also a beautiful landscape when standing together.

Ming Fanxing realized belatedly at this time, why are they all girls?

Oh, that's not right. Xiaofeng, Mu Junhao, and Feng Qingyi in the imperial city are all men.

But there is nothing wrong with it. This is a world where the male protagonist cultivates immortals and upgrades. Isn't it normal to have many beauties?

As long as Qin Jiuzhou is there... he estimates that he will have many opportunities to see more beauties in the future.

What a pity...

It would be great if they were all handsome men. Although he would not really be with them, he could still satisfy his eyes.

I don't know... how many beauties Senior Brother Qin has captured in the past year since he came here.

At this time, Ming Yufeng's name was called from above. He stood up slowly. Jin Nantian patted his shoulder and said, "Go ahead. Kill the guy on the opposite side at will. It won't be a problem."

Ming Fanxing also took a look at Ming Yufeng's opponent. He was a very inconspicuous and ordinary person. His physique and consciousness were far inferior to Ming Yufeng.

And he was obviously very nervous when he saw Ming Yufeng.

Ming Fanxing frowned slightly. The other party was nervous. Why was he nervous? He didn't even know Ming Yufeng, nor did he know Ming Yufeng's strength. Has he

heard of it before?

In any case, the two of them stepped into the venue together.

The restriction was opened and the battle officially began.

I don't know if it was because the other party was very nervous, but this person actually sacrificed the flying sword directly when the restriction was just opened.

The sword flashed and flew towards Ming Yufeng. Actually... this speed was not slow. If it was used to deal with the thieves they met along the way, they would be able to kill them easily.

But unfortunately...

Ming Yufeng did not even take out the flying sword. He stretched out his finger and casually drew it forward, and an invisible wind blade condensed out.

The wind blade collided with the sword light that had already flown in front of him, and the result was self-evident.

Ming Yufeng's wind blade was indeed better, and the flying sword seemed to have no resistance at all and was directly bounced away. However

, the speed of the wind blade did not decrease at all, and even the direction did not change.

If the opponent was still standing in the original position, this wind blade could cut him in half before he could react.

But unfortunately... he put a spirit shield on himself, and when the flying sword was bounced away, he subconsciously stepped back a distance.

Just like that, the wind blade flew in front of him and broke his spirit shield.

Of course, while breaking the spirit shield, the spirit shield technique also offset most of the power of the wind blade. However, even if most of the wind blade was offset, there was still some power.

The remaining wind blade slashed at him, but he seemed to be scared silly and didn't know how to dodge. He only reacted at the last moment.

But at this time, it was too late. Although he avoided the vital parts, half of his arm was still cut off.

The blood spilled on the ground, adding some bloody smell to the scene again. The man was not dead, but the situation was not good.

Ming Yufeng glanced at him casually, raised his hand again, and was about to draw the second wind blade.