Martial World

It was true that Lin Ming was powerful, but the direct disciples of the Seven Profound Valley were too strong. .+? (.+bsp;\\s*The cultivation of the peak of the condensing pulse is a whole realm higher than that of Lin Ming, and each of them is a genius who can leapfrog battles, and is stronger than the average mid-acquired master.

No matter how powerful Lin Ming was, he wouldn't be able to cross nearly two realms to compete with the masters in the middle stage of the acquired day. That would really alarm the entire Seven Profound Valley.

Qin Xingxuan said: "There are only twenty candidates to win the championship, all of them are the core disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys. Among them, the seed players from the ten groups are the most popular, and Jiang Lanjian from our group is also in it. The odds are 20 to 1, right? , and another Zhang Yanzhao from the Sixteen Xiuwu family was selected, and his odds are 35 to 1."

Zhang Yanzhao?

Lin Ming felt that this name sounded familiar, and after recalling it carefully, he remembered that when he was in Nanhua Building, Ouyang Ziyun's younger brother once mentioned this name. Zhang Yanzhao of the Zhang family had entered the top 20 in the last general sect meeting! Of course, even though he was in the top 20, he was still far behind the top 10 disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys. He had practiced for another three years this time, and he must have achieved remarkable results.

Since the Seven Profound Valley General Sect Wushu was held, the first place has always been in the hands of the core disciples of the Seven Profound Valley, and has never fallen into the hands of outsiders. Zhang Yanzhao was selected as one of the twenty, and won one to thirty. The odds of five are already quite difficult.

"By the way... Didn't you just say that I was also seeded?" Lin Ming asked.

"Uh... You were just selected as the seed player of the Thirty-six Nations. I bet you will be the first in the Thirty-six Nations. There are seven candidates in total, and your odds are six to one."

"Six to one? It doesn't look like my odds are very good, and I don't rank high, right?"

"Well, the top ranking is a pair of brothers and sisters from Jingchan Kingdom. Both of them are at the peak of the middle stage of pulse condensation, and they are about to enter the late stage of pulse condensation. Their odds are one to two."

"Jingchan Kingdom..." Because of the distance, Lin Ming was very unfamiliar with this country. He just heard some rumors. Jingchan Kingdom is an extremely mysterious country. Its territory is a little smaller than Tianyun Kingdom, but its strength But it is stronger than Holo Kingdom.

Lin Ming recalled it for a while and said with a smile, "Xingxuan, if you want to win some money to eat at Nanhualou, you can buy me some."

"Haha...Actually, I have already bought twenty True Essence Stones." Qin Xingxuan stuck out her tongue. She said a little embarrassedly, she felt that this was speculative, although she didn't believe that Lin Ming could win the championship, but she believed that it would be no problem for Lin Ming to defeat the brothers and sisters of Jingchan Kingdom. So far, Lin Ming has not shot.

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After lunch,

The afternoon game started. The schedule is all artificially arranged, without any lottery, the basic principle is. Seed players do not meet in the group stage, and martial artists from the same place try to avoid them.

Twenty-one people, playing fifteen games. Basically, the top 30 seeded hopefuls are all staggered from each other.

Lin Ming staggered away from Bi Tinghua, Jiang Lanjian, Ling Sen and Qin Xingxuan. In the afternoon game, many abstained and few faced each other. Until the seventh round, Lin Ming encountered a mid-pulse-condensing opponent—the Seven Profound Valley Refiner. Zong's Sun Dong.

Sun Dong's cultivation has reached the middle stage of congealing pulse. It was quite good in the group stage, and there should be no big problem in qualifying, and as a disciple of the Item Refining Sect, he just happened to restrain the martial artist who attacked the soul.

Sun Dong stood on the ring with great confidence. Three feet above his head, a small cauldron with three legs and two ears was spinning.

"You are very strong, but it's not that easy to beat me. Although my Seven Profound Valley Item Refining Sect disciple is not very good in martial arts, but in terms of soul power, the strength is far superior to that of a warrior of the same level. Your soul attack, It doesn't work for me!"

Like the inscription master, the refiner needs precise soul control. Sun Dong has a middle-grade soul talent, and he has cultivated soul magic and roasted soul power since he was a child. The strength of his soul power can be imagined.

"Hehe, there is something to watch. Although Sun Dong's strength is not too strong, he is just restraining Lin Ming. If the soul attack is ineffective, I don't know what else Lin Ming can do."

"Hehe, this time Lin Ming may have to taste defeat. I'm waiting to see his winning streak come to an end."

Lin Ming swept his way and killed a lot of Seven Profound Valley masters. Many viewers, as disciples of the Seven Profound Valley's chief sect, naturally hoped that Lin Ming would lose a game. Those who maintained a complete victory all the way were always envied, not to mention the opponents From the thirty-six countries, it is like a poor man who climbed on the head of a noble one day, which is naturally unpleasant.

"Let you see the unique art of my Item Refining Sect, and set the world!"

Sun Dong shouted loudly, and the small black cauldron swirling above his head flew into the sky.

After pouring the real essence, a tripod will not be able to smash down the force of ten thousand, even a small mountain will be smashed down by half the mountain.

Lin Ming didn't pay any attention to what Sun Dong was doing. A black light flashed in his eyes, and Samsara's martial intent erupted.

"Bah!"

Sun Dong's face was pale, as if he had been hit hard. Because the three-foot tripod suspended in mid-air lost the support of his true essence and soul force, he slammed heavily on the ground, smashing the floor tiles into pieces.

"Damn. How could this be, why is my soul force so strong, and he can still hurt me." Sun Dong gasped heavily, propping his body with one hand on the ground.

"The cauldron is broken!" Sun Dong's eyes flashed, and the black cauldron whirled around, just about to fly again, but just a few feet high, it landed again with a bang.

Lin Ming's eyes flashed black again, and Sun Dong's body trembled.

"Lin Ming wins!"

With the announcement of the referee, the audience was stunned. Sun Dong from the Item Refining Sect was also defeated? And how could it be possible to lose so simply?

Wang Wu's defeat, although people were surprised, they could still accept it. It was only when Lin Ming's soul power was too abnormal that even a mid-pulse condensing martial artist couldn't resist, but Sun Dong was a soul power refiner, so how could he end up with Wang Wu?

What is the origin of this guy named Lin Ming?

Many of the Seven Profound Valley disciples who watched the battle felt chills behind their backs, and they used their soul power to defeat their opponents one after another, regardless of the opponent's cultivation base or the strength of the opponent's soul power, all resolved the battle within a few breaths. Lin Ming's soul Force attack gives an unfathomable feeling!

In fact, Lin Ming's Samsara martial intent was similar to a soul attack. But it's not just a soul attack.

The Samsara martial arts born out of the heart of martial arts is itself an attack on the heart of martial arts. Those who are not firm in the heart of martial arts can easily lose themselves in the reincarnation of the world.

A warrior with a strong soul might not necessarily have a firm heart.

Therefore, it does not mean that you can ignore the attacks of Samsara's martial intent if you have strong soul power.

The martial art of reincarnation can only be felt by the practitioner. It is mysterious and mysterious, and it is difficult for others to see the mystery. As for the practitioner, they just feel that countless chaotic illusions are coming. Then lost consciousness. They couldn't say what the attack was.

However, at this time, Mu Qinghong, who was above the main hall, faintly sensed the difference in Lin Ming's soul attack. As for the mystery, she could only judge it by experiencing it first-hand.

"This boy is getting more and more interesting. Maybe Qianyu didn't exaggerate."

The corner of Mu Qinghong's mouth slightly curved. She knew that her trip was not in vain.

The group stage went on tepidly. There were no heavyweight duels, and half of them were duels with huge differences in strength.

Until the battle between Ling Sen and Bi Ting Hua. It finally attracted the attention of many people.

Ling Sen is twenty-one years old, in the early stage of bone forging.

Bi Tinghua was nineteen years old, and was in the late stage of cultivation.

The game begins. Ling Sen started the killing field. He also knew that Bi Tinghua was definitely the strongest opponent he had faced since the start of the competition.

call!

Bi Tinghua only felt that the surrounding scenery was spinning for a while, and the next moment she came to the blood pool hell and saw the boundless gray rocks. There are also those ghosts who climbed out of the Jiuyou abyss.

Bitinghua smiled.

Fantasy? I am the ancestor of illusion!

The corners of her mouth curled up, Bi Tinghua squeezed a hand gesture, and boundless flames shot from the sky. With the sound of burning flames, those Specters were directly burned into nothingness.

The flame is getting stronger and stronger, burning the rocks and burning the sky red. This is the flame formed by illusion. In the world of illusion, Bi Tinghua is a god!

"Bah!"

The killing field collapsed, and Ling Sen's face turned pale.

Bi Tinghua looked at Ling Sen with a smile on her face, "You are not my opponent."

"Thousand-handed Buddha!"

With one palm, Bi Tinghua's hand turned into countless phantoms, and his palm became bigger and bigger in Ling Sen's field of vision, covering the entire sky.

Ling Sen shouted violently, pulled out his heavy sword, and his whole body was driven to the extreme, and he slashed backwards with one sword!

"Bah!"

The sword qi was broken, and the floor tiles under Ling Sen's feet shattered into powder. He groaned and knelt on the ground.

"Bi Ting Hua Sheng!"

The referee announced at the right time that there was no suspense in this battle, and the gap in cultivation was more than one realm. If Ling Sen could win this, it would probably cause the entire Seven Profound Valley to shake.

Ling Sen lost completely, and he didn't even have the qualifications to force Bi Tinghua to be serious.

After the battle between Ling Sen and Bi Tinghua, there were very few games worth noting in the group stage. Lin Ming's opponents all abstained. In this way, he qualified with a complete victory.

Bi Tinghua and Jiang Lanjian also all won the tournament.

Qin Xingxuan stopped in the group stage with a difference of two games.

Ling Sen won 12 games, lost 3 games, and qualified for the sixth place in the group.

Although this result is average, it is a bit dazzling compared to Ling Sen's cultivation. The only pity is that Ling Sen is already 21 years old, and the speed of cultivation has always been his weakness, limiting him to the ranks of first-class geniuses.

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"It's sunset, the news of the battle should be coming soon."

In the Seven Profound Martial Palace of Heavenly Fortune Kingdom, the sound transmission array has been opened, and the thirty-six true essence stones on the array plate are shining brightly.

At this time, around the sound transmission formation, there were several elders of the Seven Profound Martial House, Takuku and other important disciples of the Seven Profound Martial House, and several princes and nobles of the Heavenly Fortune Kingdom.

Today is the end of the group stage, and they are all waiting for the game to come. (To be continued)