Wolong Mountain!
On the ring, Yan Xing looked at the three men in black robes sitting on the platform and felt a little relieved!
Next, it’s time to strive for first place!
"boom!"
The momentum burst out, and the momentum of the perfect eight levels of innateness directly pressed down on Linghui!
"Amitabha!"
Facing the pressure from Yan Xing's aura, Linghui chanted the Buddha's name, and the same innate eight-fold perfect aura burst out in vain!
"Fuck! This guy is also hiding his strength!"
"This is perverted! This year's Hidden Dragon Ranking Tournament is truly a fierce battle between dragons and tigers!"
"What do you think, if the young monk Linghui loses here?"
The sudden sound startled everyone who was discussing in the audience.
They suddenly remembered that the young monk Linghui was already eighteen years old this year. If he lost here, wouldn’t he have no chance of entering the Qianlong Secret Realm? ! !
And wouldn’t my chance of entering the Qianlong Secret Realm be even greater!
"Tsk! It's not as easy as you think! The Hidden Dragon Secret Realm is open to true geniuses!"
Just when everyone started to daydream, a crisp voice interrupted their fantasies!
Hearing this sudden voice, everyone turned their eyes away with unhappy expressions!
I saw a handsome young man in white clothes and holding a folding fan standing out in the crowd. The sweet smile on his face could charm thousands of girls!
"It's him!"
The moment they saw the young man in white, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd!
"Who is it?"
"Fuck, you don't even know him? How did you get by?"
"That's Duan Siyu, the core disciple of Tianji Valley, known as the 'Shiyu Sword' by the people of the martial arts world. She was the first place winner of the last Hidden Dragon Ranking Competition!"
"Why is he here?"
"How would I know that?"
Looking at the many contestants who were talking about her, Duan Siyu smiled slightly and was not angry.
He waited until the volume of discussion began to die down before continuing.
"I've said before, the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm is open to true geniuses! My Tianji Pavilion has set a special rule to prevent such geniuses from encountering it prematurely."
"The contestants eliminated in the first round in Wolong Mountain will once again fight in pairs to determine the top ten, who will join the contestants eliminated in the second round."
"Then, the second eliminated contestant will fight again to determine the top ten, and so on!"
"Finally, once these ten people join the top fifty, the resurrection competition will be over!"
"hiss!"
After listening to Duan Siyu's explanation, the contestants in the audience couldn't help but gasp.
How many times in a row do I have to win before I can return to the ring and compete in the final against the top 50?
It’s scary to think about it!
"boom!"
Suddenly there was an explosion on the ring, and a piece of broken iron flew out from the ring and went straight to Duan Siyu's face!
"snort!"
With a contemptuous snort, Duan Siyu waved the folding fan in her hand, and the entire flying iron sheet instantly turned into iron powder and scattered on the ground!
On the high platform, Di Jiu, who had been observing Yan Xing, frowned slightly. He suddenly felt an aura that he extremely disliked!
After a quick glance, he locked his eyes on the young man in white under the ring!
This is an evil aura, this guy has practiced evil skills!!!
......
On the ring, Yan Xing looked at the half-broken long sword in his hand, speechless.
If we lose in the end because of weapons, that would be really unlucky!
"Amitabha!"
Linghui chanted a Buddhist name and said to Yan Xing: "Donor, your weapon is broken. I don't want to hurt you. Just admit defeat!"
"Who says a broken sword can't fight? There's no such thing as surrender in the underworld!"
Yan Xing roared, and continued to attack the young monk Linghui with the half-broken long sword in his hand!
"Amitabha!"
Linghui chanted the Buddha's name again, and her expression suddenly began to change!
"Stubborn!"
Linghui suddenly roared, and the whole person looked like an angry King Kong, holding a magic stick and suddenly smashing towards Yan Xing!
"Oops!"
On the high platform, the master monk from Shaolin Temple screamed and stood up suddenly!
"This is the Wrathful Vajra Technique. Linghui actually learned this technique. That little guy is in danger!"
Hearing the words of the Shaolin Grandmaster, the two figures who had been sitting quietly behind Di Jiu trembled slightly!
An invisible aura descended, and Emperor Jiu suppressed the actions of Zhao Yi and Sikong Nan!
"Don't worry, that little guy isn't as weak as you think!"
A voice suddenly sounded in Zhao Yi and Sikong Nan's minds, startling them.
Afterwards, they discovered that this was actually the young master's telepathic communication!
Could it be that the young master is a grandmaster?
Zhao Yi and Sikong Nan actually didn't know the true strength of Emperor Jiu.
They only knew that in the underworld, the young master was invincible and nothing could be hidden from his eyes.
With the young master's words, Sikong Nan and Zhao Yi put aside their worries and began to watch Yan Xing's battle seriously!
......
On the ring, Yan Xing looked at the little monk whose momentum had greatly increased, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
Yan Xing did not slow down and went straight to the young monk Linghui. The half-broken long sword in his hand began to flash with a strange light!
"Lingtian strikes!"
Facing the magic long stick swung by the young monk Linghui, Yan Xing did not dodge or evade. He was actually prepared to exchange injury for injury!
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