Martial World

The soft and melodious sound of the piano reverberated on the ring, and even those sitting in the Seven Profound Valley Hall could hear the sound, which was incomparably clear.

"How can I listen to your piano!?" Jing Chanyu snorted coldly, and sealed her ears with her True Yuan.

You don't need to think about it to know that the sound of the piano is weird. Jing Chanyu has pushed her true essence to the extreme. Facing Qin Wuxin, she must go all out from the beginning, otherwise she will not even have the opportunity to do her best.

The thick khaki-yellow defense layer spreads all around the body. Jing Chanyu did not move her footsteps, and she turned her palm into a knife, so she had to use her prajna palm, which was also the strongest martial skill that Jing Chanyu could use instantly.

However, just when she was about to attack with all her strength, her body suddenly froze, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, and she stared at the real defense layer she was proud of, inexplicable. Cracks appear, and as soon as the cracks appear, the entire defense layer is instantly covered.

"Bah!"

With a crisp sound, the tough defensive layer suddenly shattered like a frozen glass, turning into fragments of true essence scattered all over the place.

Jing Chanyu was stunned, the protective layer of her real essence was broken, but she was not attacked at all, and she didn't even know how the opponent's attack worked on her protective cover. She still had a beautiful sound in her ears, like a mountain and flowing water. Qin Yin couldn't hear the slightest killing intent, but her shield shattered in an instant, as fragile as an eggshell.

Could it be that this very soft-sounding piano sound was the one who launched the attack just now?

"I... admit defeat!" Jing Chanyu closed her eyes and smiled bitterly.

Originally, she just wanted to see how big the gap was, but now that she tried it, she realized that the gap could not be estimated at all.

From the beginning to the end, Qin Wuxin, who was Fuqin, didn't even look at her, and he couldn't even notice the fluctuation of his true essence! Although she knew that she would lose, but Jing Chanyu would lose like this. He didn't even notice what the opponent's attack was.

"Qin Wuxin wins."

The referee announced without suspense.

Lin Ming sucked in a breath of cold air, this Qin Wuxin was terrifying.

Lin Ming's perception is very powerful. He can keenly capture every shred of real energy fluctuations in the air. Qin Wuxin's control over real energy is incredibly precise!

Even if Lin Ming had mastered his training power like silk, and his control of his true essence had reached the micro level, he still believed that he could not achieve the level of Qin Wuxin.

Just now, Qin Wuxin merged the real essence into the sound wave, and all the attacks focused on Jing Chanyu's protective cover, shattering the protective cover in an instant. There is no half-point overflow of real yuan. It didn't hurt Jing Chanyu in the slightest, so many people couldn't feel anything abnormal when they heard the sound of the piano.

"Qin Zong's exercises really surprised me!" Lin Ming knew very well that sound waves were actually a type of vibration. The sound waves contained true essence, which actually made the true essence vibrate!

This is similar to the practice recorded in the "Chaos Gang Dou Jing"!

Practicing strength like silk is to adjust the breathing frequency of the small units of the whole body, so that the real essence itself vibrates.

And Qinzong's exercises. It is to attach the real essence to the vibrating sound waves to achieve the effect of vibrating with the sound waves.

From this point of view, Qin Zong's exercises are obviously inferior to that of the Chaos Gang Dou Jing. However, to a certain extent, Qinzong's exercises can achieve similar effects to those of strength training, such as ignoring defensive attacks.

Lin Ming was able to shatter Jing Chanyu's protective shield with one punch.

Qin Wuxin can do it!

"I really can't underestimate the heroes of the world. Tianyan Continent has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and there are many geniuses! Although it is far less profound than God's Domain, but in some aspects, it may not be worse than God's Domain!"

Lin Ming was thinking about it, but he didn't notice that the first round of competition was over. The second round started immediately.

In the first match, Lin Ming appeared.

"In the first battle, Lin Ming will open the other side!"

When the referee called out the list of appearances for the first match, Lin Ming was taken aback. Fang Qi was one of the seven direct disciples, although it seemed that the direct disciples of the Array Sect and Refining Sect were the weakest among the seven direct disciples. Two, but they are also direct disciples anyway. I didn't expect that in twenty-nine games, it was only the second round, and he was about to meet his direct disciples?

Thinking of this, Lin Ming shook his head with a wry smile. It was normal to meet each other. He wasn't the seed player that the referee team looked for, so he couldn't be left to the end.

In the first few games, he was bound to meet a direct disciple or someone of Jiang Lanjian's level. Relatively speaking, it was good to meet Fang Qi.

Fang Qi looked at Lin Ming with a smile, "We missed out on the group stage. In the end, we still played against each other in the first round. Your luck is really bad, you met me in the second round, but you can keep the whole victory up to now. It’s not bad, there are only fifteen people who have maintained a complete victory in this round, of course, your complete victory will end here.”

Lin Ming grinned, "I think luck is okay. It's just that I met you instead of Jiang Baoyun and Ou Yangming. It's not too bad."

Hearing Lin Ming's words, Fang Qi's face suddenly sank. He believed that he was inferior to Jiang Baoyun and the others, but even so, it was not his turn to ridicule him as a martial artist from thirty-six countries like Lin Ming. Don't look at yourself. What kind of identity is it worthy to look down on me?

"What an arrogant tone, I was going to say that for the sake of being from the same group, and be merciful, since you are so confident, don't blame me if you are seriously injured!" Fang Qi snorted coldly, and with a move, he stood on the ring.

Immediately, there was a tide of cheering from the audience. In order to increase the momentum, the disciples of the Array Sect even created an amplifying array. This kind of small array is naturally a piece of cake for the disciples of the sect, so that for a while, the square Kai's cheering voice shot straight into the sky, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as earth-shattering.

"Fang Qi! Fang Qi!"

"Fang Qi, you must win!"

Especially those disciples who were envious and hated that Lin Ming was qualified to compete in the top ten, shouted at full strength.

"Spike! Spike!"

"Secretly kill that idiot!"

"Instant kill the country bumpkin!"

This is the home field advantage. Lin Ming standing in the ring has almost become the public enemy of the whole people. The weak cheers of the warriors from the Thirty-six Nations have long been overshadowed. In fact, even the warriors from the thirty-six nations, More than 90% of them were not optimistic about Lin Ming. The power of his own disciples was too great. Even Qin Ziya had a solemn expression on his face. He never thought that he would meet his own disciples so early.

And at this moment, a true essence sound transmission sounded in Lin Ming's ear, "I must defeat him, please!"

Lin Ming turned his head to look, but saw Jing Chanyu, who was covered in a veil, standing twenty feet away, with a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him with a hopeful look. Lin Ming smiled, and was about to turn around to face him. At a glance, he found that many disciples from the thirty-six countries in the audience were clenching their fists and looking at him with the same hope and hope.

They didn't cheer for themselves like the disciples of the Seven Profound Valley, they just sat there with clenched fists. Maybe it wasn't because they didn't want to cheer, but because they didn't have the confidence.

The warriors of the Thirty-six Kingdoms have a sense of inferiority that has been in their bones since they came out, and they cannot be erased!

The Thirty-six Nations were already lacking in resources, and more than 90% of them had to pay tribute to the Seven Profound Valleys!

How many warriors buried hidden wounds because of the lack of a few low-level healing herbs, and ended up with lifelong disabilities?

How many warriors would die in the beast forest for dozens of taels of gold, in order to hunt down low-level beast materials that are no different from garbage in the eyes of the big sect disciples?

How many warriors have to practice the most inferior exercises because of the lack of inheritance?

How many warriors have tried desperately for a lifetime in pursuit of the ethereal Pulse Condensation Realm, but in the end there is no result!

As for the warriors of the Seven Profound Valleys, they were born high and high. They ate Linggu spirit dishes and high-grade beast meat that they had never thought of. They used top-quality treasures and pure essence stones, and they learned from the great sect. The core inheritance, top-level exercises, and herbs have been used since childhood to improve their physique. All kinds of panacea can be eaten as meals.

Even if they are as stupid as pigs and eat lazily every day, their parents can take them to at least the pulse condensation period!

The direct disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys are the most top-level beings among these people, and they are their representatives.

The battle between him and Fang Qi is not only on behalf of them, but on behalf of the thirty-six warriors who are full of inferiority in their bones, declaring war on the disciples of the great sect!

Those disciples of the Seven Profound Valleys would be so madly shouting and cheering, just wanting Fang Qi to step on them, the thirty-six warriors in their hearts should be hard-pressed, they should be beggars waiting for them to give alms, they How can one tolerate a warrior from thirty-six countries surpassing them, stepping on them, and violating their innate sense of superiority and dignity?

Taking a deep breath, Lin Ming's expression became serious. Once upon a time, he was a member of the civilian warriors. If he hadn't gotten the great opportunity by chance, he would be like them now, fighting for dozens of taels of gold. Life and death in the beast forest, desperately cultivating at the risk of leaving hidden wounds on the body, even a decent set of exercises could not be found!

"In this battle, I must win, and I must win the slap in the face, and win the fight!"

Lin Ming clenched his fists. The breathing of the tiny units in his body was adjusted to the same frequency. Five thousand vibrations of true essence were condensed on his fists, perfectly merging with the power of thunder.

At this time, the referee hadn't announced the start of the match, Fang Qi noticed the flow of real energy in Lin Ming's body, and sneered, "Are you nervous? Preparing in advance will not change the outcome! In fact, you don't need to prepare at all. After the battle, I will let you three Trick! You have plenty of time to shoot."

Lin Ming said coldly, "No need to give in!"

"Haha, if I can't afford three moves against the warriors of your thirty-six countries, what would I be a direct disciple?"

Fang Qi's voice is extremely penetrating, and it vaguely fits the rules of a certain formation. Even in the arena where the shouting is loud, it is clearly introduced into the ears of the audience.

"Fang Qi is great!"

"Let him do three tricks! Let him know what a gap is!"

"Bumper from the countryside, go home and eat rice! You still want to rank in the top ten, don't pee and take care of your own virtues, are you worthy?" (To be continued)