Urban Super Dude

On the stage.

Linyuan, an old poisoner, released a powerful poisonous mist, and the scene was instantly shrouded in black mist, wrapping Linyuan in layers.

This poisonous mist is heart-stopping and seems to be much more powerful than the black mist on Mo Dao's body.

"You also practice poison skills?"

When Mo Dao saw this, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he frowned and said: "No, your poison technique is somewhat similar to ours in Deep Cloud Mist, but it is not exactly the same. Who are you?"

Faced with Mo Dao's question, Lin Yuan sneered: "You ask too many questions. More than ten years have passed. Let me see if you have made any progress!"

"Do you know me?" Mo Dao became even more confused and hurriedly asked: "Who are you?"

Linyuan did not answer, but mobilized the poisonous mist around him to form a long black dragon, roaring towards the ink knife.

nowadays.

When he gave up his true energy, it was equivalent to giving up the secret knowledge of reincarnation, and he could no longer compete with the real old antiques.

In the past, Lao Duwu's peak state was the Land Martial God, and he could be evenly matched with masters such as Shi Haohan, Wang Chongyun, Zhang Tianlei, and Abbot Yuantong.

If in a few more years, when his last reincarnation is successful, he will become extremely powerful and confident that he can crush ordinary land warriors.

But Lao Duwu couldn't bear the temptation of cultivation. He abolished the true energy in his body and embarked on cultivation. He is currently at the half-step foundation-building realm.

Linyuan was very clear about the fighting power of the ancient warriors. He understood that with his current strength, he could defeat the middle stage Shenzong. If he activated the Hundred Poison Flags and forcibly increased his strength, he might be invincible against the Shenzong.

However, he cannot be compared with the land martial gods, so he does not dare to reveal his identity, otherwise there is no guarantee that the land martial gods will not obliterate him.

But Linyuan is not in a hurry. He carries the treasure of the Hundred Poison Banner deep in the clouds and has taken half a step to build the foundation in a short time. He must be able to successfully build the foundation soon.

At that time, the realm of land warriors will be nothing, they are just chickens and dogs.

Originally, Linyuan planned to end the retreat after establishing the foundation, but the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Conference was held instead.

Moreover, he knew that the number one in this hundred sect martial arts competition would obey the destiny and take charge of the entire ancient martial arts world.

Therefore, Linyuan decided to leave the seclusion, determined to win the first place, but who knows, he met his most proud disciple in the first battle.

There was no choice. In order to advance, Linyuan had no choice but to defeat Mo Dao.

At this moment.

Seeing the swooping black dragon, Mo Dao's expression changed, and he hurriedly changed his hands, mobilizing Zhou Shen's poisonous mist to form a protective barrier, trying to block the black dragon.

boom!

Soon, the black dragon mist hit the barrier condensed by the ink knife, making a muffled sound.

next moment.

The black dragon collapsed, and the barrier in front of Mo Dao also had cracks like spider webs.

"Yes, your strength has improved a lot."

When Linyuan saw this, a playful smile appeared on his lips, but he did not speak. Instead, he let his voice sound in Mo Dao's mind through soul transmission.

"You...who are you!"

Mo Dao was panicked for a moment, and at the same time he looked at the young man in front of him with an ugly expression.

The voice rang in my mind, what kind of method was this? It was so weird!

In addition, the opponent's easy blow just now caused cracks in the barrier he had condensed, so this young man must be stronger than him.

For a moment, Mo Dao knew that he was losing, and he had no intention of fighting back. He just wanted to find out the identity of the other party.

He has done research on all the great geniuses in the ancient martial arts world, and has never heard of any genius who is good at poisonous arts.

"hehe!"

Linyuan continued the soul transmission and said in a cold voice: "You bastard, I am your master, Jue Juezi!"

Lao Poison has been in charge of the Deep Clouds for more than a hundred years, but he doesn't like others calling him Lao Poison.

So a long time ago, he gave himself an awesome name.

Because Lao Poison's poisonous skills and methods are unique, he used Jue Jue.

In addition, many antique-level figures add a subtitle after their names to show their enigma, such as Dan Chenzi and Feng Yangzi.

Therefore, the old poisonous man decided to add a son to his name, and he became Jue Juezi.

Only a few people remember this name. People in the ancient martial arts world prefer to call him Lao Poison. Basically, Lao Poison will only call him Jue Jue Zi when he introduces himself, or when everyone gives him face in public. , privately they call him "Old Poison".

As for the name Linyuan, it was Chu Fusheng who gave him the name Linyuan when he was a book boy after his reincarnation.

Since he didn't want to be exposed, he called himself Linyuan. Now that his soul was transmitting the voice, the old poisonous man naturally mentioned his most proud name.

"Jue...Jue Juezi!"

When Mo Dao heard this, he was immediately shocked and looked at the old poisonous man with doubts in his eyes.

"You don't have to say anything. I can't reveal my identity yet. You must also know that I am practicing the secret art of reincarnation as a master, and I have not yet reached its peak."

Linyuan secretly sent a message: "You don't have to doubt my identity. With my methods, it is not difficult to kill you. There is no need to fool you. Moreover, the treasure of the Hundred Poison Flags deep in the clouds is on my body. You should I can feel a hint of the breath of the Hundred Poison Flags."

Hearing this, Mo Dao already believed Lin Yuan's words, and the doubts in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by excitement, and his eyes became moist.

"Okay, I will look for you tonight and talk to you all night long. Now you admit defeat and save your strength to fight in the rematch."

The old poisonous man smiled softly and said: "With your strength, it is not a big problem to enter the top ten. Don't let outsiders look down on me, Deep in the Clouds."

For this disciple, Lao Duwu admired him very much, because Mo Dao was the most talented genius in the depths of the clouds for hundreds of years.

Therefore, Lao Duwu didn't want to hurt Mo Dao, so he chose soul transmission.

Mo Dao nodded, he knew that the master did not want to reveal his identity, and even if there were thousands of words to say, it would be inconvenient to say them now.

After a pause for a few seconds, Mo Dao rushed to Linyuan and clasped his fists and said: "Your Excellency's attainments in poisonous arts far exceed mine. I give up and will ask you for advice next time I have the opportunity."

After saying that, Mo Dao jumped off the ring without hesitation and left the scene without looking back.

The audience in the audience was stunned. What's going on? Are all the contestants on the seventh track so temperamental, giving up at every turn?

but.

Complaints are complaints, and everyone can understand. After all, the Poison Technique is too incomprehensible, and people will die at every turn.

If the disparity in strength is too great, there is no need to risk your life to hold on.

But in everyone's eyes, although there is a gap between Mo Dao and this young genius Lin Yuan, they can still compete with each other.

But Mo Dao did not do this. He probably had the same idea as Ximen Huxiao, planning to surrender to preserve his strength and then advance through the resurrection match.

Anyway.

The competition on the seventh track is over. Linyuan, who comes from a small border town, has successfully advanced.

For a time, many people were discussing the origin of Linyuan.

"This boy is only a teenager, but he is so strong, it's incredible."

"I guess he is hiding his identity. In a small border town somewhere, there is such a genius. His poison skills are so unfathomable that even Young Master Mo Dao is willing to defeat him."

"Could he be from the top ten ancient martial arts? Although the top ten ancient clans do not interfere in the affairs of the ancient martial arts world, but this time the number one in the hundred sects' competition can take charge of the ancient martial arts world, there is no guarantee that the ancient martial arts will not be tempted."

"It is possible that there are too many dark horses in this year's Hundred Sects Martial Arts Competition. There was Wang Fugui before, and now there is Linyuan."

"Don't forget, Su Yang, a descendant of the Su family, also hides his strength. Previously he withstood the attacks of so many geniuses and was unscathed. His strength may be similar to that of Wang Fugui. He is at the ninth level of Qi training."

…

Everyone was talking.

Linyuan, who was on the stage, had just arrived before the match, so he did not meet Su Yang.

At this moment, hearing everyone's comments about Su Yang, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.