Chapter 709: Three Moves
The various sects present didn't know how to describe their feelings.
Zhao Chengming was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
What does "giving enough respect" mean? Do I have to thank this little kid?
His expression changed several times, but he restrained his expression and said with a forced smile:
"Since it's the Sect Master who's going to fight, I shouldn't hold back. Otherwise, I'd be disrespecting the Sect Master. Please."
He spoke in a dignified manner, but a cruel feeling rose in his heart.
Let’s see if this hateful woman still has the nerve to be so arrogant when the little kid is covered in blood in the secret realm!
Si Ling's childish face was expressionless as he walked forward calmly. When he spoke, his childish voice was clear and cold:
"Master, please wait a moment. I will be back soon."
After saying that, she walked towards the entrance of the secret realm. Her small figure looked particularly thin in front of the huge stone gate, but her steps were steady, which didn't seem like her age.
Zhao Chengming's face turned pale. This kid was as arrogant as her hateful master. She didn't even look at him!
Just wait and see!
He snorted coldly and followed him into the stone gate.
Just as the two stepped into the secret realm, a huge light curtain suddenly opened above the stone gate, causing everyone to exclaim in amazement.
"Is this... the scene inside the secret realm?"
"Someone appeared, it's them! This is the inside of the secret realm!"
"I didn't expect this martial arts secret realm to have such a function. It's truly a relic from a thousand years ago..."
All I saw in the light curtain was an ancient wilderness with no end in sight.
The gray-brown land was cracked into countless gullies, and twelve mottled stone pillars were faintly visible on the distant horizon.
In the center of the wilderness, a huge arena made of bluestone stands quietly.
At each corner of the arena stood a black iron pillar, as thick as an ancient tree, deeply embedded in the stone platform. The joints between the pillar and the stone platform were seamless, forming a seamless whole.
The surface of the table is as smooth as a mirror, but faint traces of shallow marks left by countless weapons over thousands of years can be seen - those attacks that were powerful enough to split mountains have only left hairline-like lines on the stone surface.
In a corner of the stone pestle, there was a faint glow from a formation about ten feet in size. Si Ling and Zhao Chengming appeared from there one after another. It seemed that was the entrance to the secret realm.
Everyone was marveling at the mystery of this martial arts secret realm, but they saw the formation flash a few times and disappear without a trace.
At the same time, the stone door under the light curtain also disappeared.
Everyone was a little surprised: "This..."
Yi Heng said calmly:
"The competition begins. The exits are sealed until one party surrenders, falls unconscious, or dies. Then they will be opened again."
Everyone understood what was happening and couldn't help but worry about the tiny little girl in the fight.
In the secret realm——
Feng Yin took out a talisman from somewhere and poked Lin Xiuzhu beside him.
"Hey, do you dare to bet on how many moves your young clan leader can win?" He said with a smile, "I'll play a Wind-Swept Talisman and bet she can win within twenty moves."
Everyone in the Zhengyang Sect's faces suddenly turned pale.
This bastard didn't even bet on "who will win", and just assumed that Senior Brother Zhao would lose to that little kid?
Lin Xiuzhu held his forehead and sighed: "Brother Feng, stop making trouble..."
"I bet it's within fifteen moves." Elder Tianshu came over at some point, stroked his beard, and put down a jade slip.
Qingpingzi followed closely behind, swinging out a small sword:
"Within ten moves."
Lin Xiuzhu's eyes twitched, and he was about to say something when he saw Yun Qingqing casually throw a talisman with purple light flowing over.
"Four moves."
The entire area in front of the mountain gate suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The monks from various sects widened their eyes.
Are these people crazy?
That skinny little girl looks like she could be killed with a slap. It would be fine if you weren't worried, but isn't it excessive to start a gambling game here?
Feng Yin heard the difference in Yun Qingqing's words, blinked, and asked curiously:
"Why did Senior Yun conclude it was four moves?"
That’s right, Yun Qingqing didn’t say within a few moves, but directly asserted four moves.
Yun Qingqing looked at the two people in the light curtain and said calmly:
"Xiao Ling'er will give him three moves."
Snap——
The red-faced elder of the Zhengyang Sect crushed the jade token in his hand.
This group of people is not going to stop! Don't go too far!
But suddenly a low cry broke out from the crowd:
"Look, it's started!"
Everyone's attention turned to the light curtain.
In the secret realm——
Zhao Chengming didn't know that there was a light screen outside that showed the scene in the secret realm in detail. The pretended kindness on his face disappeared in an instant, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
"Little kid," he said, grinning and flexing his wrist, "kneel down and beg for mercy now. I can show mercy and only break your limbs as a minor punishment, but spare your life."
Si Ling's silver eyes gazed into the void and he spoke coldly:
"Go ahead, I'll give you three moves."
Zhao Chengming's face turned pale in an instant.
"Since you're seeking death—" He suddenly summoned the Heaven-Splitting Hammer, "I'll kill you!"
The hammer head was wrapped in dazzling golden light and went straight for Si Ling's knee.
This attack was extremely vicious, and it was clearly intended to smash her legs into pulp!
"clang!"
A barrier as thin as a cicada's wing appeared out of thin air and blocked the Sky-Splitting Hammer.
Zhao Chengming's hand holding the hammer trembled slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.
“…”
His expression changed, and then he sneered:
"You're actually carrying this kind of protective magical weapon! No wonder you dare to act so rashly in front of our Zhengyang Sect! But... you're getting complacent too soon!"
Si Ling had no expression:
"It's not a magical weapon."
Zhao Chengming sneered and didn't believe it at all.
How could this little kid be able to block an attack that was only 50% of his strength?
It must be Yun Qingqing who gave me the protective item!
Even judging from the attitudes of Elder Tianshu and Sect Master Qingpingzi, it might be that those two sects secretly funded the Tianyi Sect in order to cause trouble for their Zhengyang Sect and snatch the position of the leader of the Five Great Mysterious Sects!
When you think about it this way, everything makes sense.
Since that’s the case, he has to suppress the other party’s arrogance today!
"Do you think you can save your life by relying on magic weapons?" Zhao Chengming's spiritual power suddenly surged. "Today, I'll let you see what true strength is!"
He grasped the hammer with both hands, and the spiritual energy in his body poured into the Heaven-Splitting Hammer like a tide. The hammer shone with golden light, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
"broken!"
This hammer combined all of his cultivation, and even the air was squeezed out, making an explosive sound.
boom!
Amid the deafening roar, Zhao Chengming felt a numbness in his palm and the Sky-Splitting Hammer almost slipped out of his hand.
He staggered back a few steps and looked down. His knuckles were already split open and blood was dripping down the hammer handle.
And the barrier in front of Si Ling...
It is still as bright and smooth as before, without even a trace of fluctuation.
"impossible!"
Zhao Chengming's face turned pale instantly and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
He stared intently at the seemingly fragile light curtain, his heart awash with fear. This was definitely not the defensive power of an ordinary magical weapon!
Could it be... a super-grade spiritual weapon?
Those old guys from the Seven Stars Palace and the Tianxuan Sect really invested a lot of money!
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhao Chengming's eyes, and he took out a crystal jade seal from his sleeve. The word "Zhengyang" was engraved on the seal, and a faint golden light was flowing.
This Zhengyang Seal was just passed on to him by his master not long ago, so that he could keep it as a trump card in the Xuanmen Conference so that he could win the championship in the elite competition. He would not reveal it easily.
But anyway, this is a secret place, and he won’t leave this little kid alive!
"It's your master's fault for being so foolish as to let you die!"
Zhao Chengming's eyes showed murderous intent and he growled in a sinister voice.
He bit his index finger, injected his spiritual power into the Zhengyang Seal and activated it with all his strength. A powerful aura immediately exploded from the seal!
“Go to hell!”
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