The Xiuxian family can't float

Chapter 33
After the first match was over, the second match followed.

Ling Youdao watched Ling Youxian's fight, and Ling Youxian was known as the first genius of the Cangli Ling family.

His spiritual root is one of the three major mutant spiritual roots, the ice spiritual root. Although his ice spiritual root is only three inches, the speed of cultivation still surpasses that of a double spiritual root cultivator.

For the owner of the mutant spirit root, there is no bottleneck in the Qi training period, and a breakthrough can be achieved as long as it comes naturally.

Moreover, the bottleneck of foundation building that trapped hundreds of millions of monks in the Qi training period hardly existed for him, and he could easily succeed in foundation building.

That is to say, his lowest achievement is also a foundation-building cultivator, and he has a lot of confidence in forming a pill.

On the ring, Ling Youxian stood proudly wearing a shuiyun liuwen robe and carrying a sword.

Although he didn't make any moves, his aura suppressed everyone in the audience dare not speak.

Ling Youxian's opponent is a middle-aged man in his 40s, whose cultivation has reached the ninth level of Qi training, but facing Ling Youxian who is showing his sharpness, he dare not be careless.

"Three rooms have successively produced Ling Jiexin, the ninth uncle, and Ling Youxian in the arena. If they were not afraid of the ancestors of Chuyun, today's Cangli Ling family would be the world of the radicals."

In the arena, the two had already held each other for half a cup of tea, but no one took the lead.

While everyone was waiting impatiently, Ling Youxian suddenly said, "You are not my opponent."

The middle-aged man on the opposite side was stunned, obviously not expecting Ling Youxian to say this.

After all, I am also a cultivator of the fixed-character generation, but your elder, also a cultivator of the ninth level of Qi practice, so you look down on me like that?

The clay figurine also has three points of anger, not to mention a big living person.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Ling Youxian, you are too condescending."

"I am not defiant, but you are not my opponent."

In an instant, the pot exploded with a "hum" under the ring.

Some people thought that there was something wrong with their ears, "Did you hear clearly? Ling Youxian didn't even take the clan uncle of the fixed character generation in his eyes!"

"Although the two of them are both cultivators of the ninth level of Qi training, this uncle has been a Qi practitioner for decades, and has rich fighting skills. How many years has Ling Youxian been cultivating?"

A clan next to him said: "You can't say that, Ling Youxian is a genius of Bing Linggen after all, but he is an existence who is expected to form a pill, and he still follows the path of sword cultivation.

And as a person, he should not tell such lies. This uncle of the fixed generation should really not be his opponent. "

Hearing this, everyone thought again, indeed, there is such a possibility!

"He is only 23 years old this year, and he was able to beat the older generation of Qi training nine-level powerhouses."

"According to my estimation, Ling Youxian's strength should be able to fight against a monk who has perfected his Qi."

"What? This is too perverted!"

"Whoever calls someone else a genius of Bing Linggen, the key is the way of swordsmanship."

"If I had followed the path of sword cultivation back then, I might be able to fight against the powerhouses of the ninth level of Qi training now."

"Get the hell out of there, just relying on your two brushes, it's impossible for you to follow the path of sword cultivation in your next life."

"You look down on me, do you?"

"Why do you look down on you? Have you hit me?"

"You...you...I don't have the same knowledge as you, so I can't afford to hide."

……

Hearing the chatter under the ring, the middle-aged man's face was ashen and terrifying, he angrily pointed at Ling Youxian, "You...you..."

Ling Youxian continued: "It's not long before you break through to the ninth level of Qi training, how can you block my water-breaking sword."

The middle-aged man was obviously angry to the extreme. He directly charged at Ling Youxian with the magic weapon, wanting to teach this junior a lesson and let him know how to respect the old.

"Look, there's a fight."

Suddenly someone shouted, and the discussion around the ring was instantly silent, and everyone looked at the two people on the ring.

Is what Ling Youxian said true?

This blow will tell the difference.

Ling Youxian seemed very calm, until the middle-aged man was about to approach him.

He instantly pulled out the Broken Water Sword behind him, and the Broken Water Sword fell straight down, only to hear a "ding" sound, and a cold air instantly froze his right hand along the middle-aged man's magic weapon.

Ling Youxian flicked her wrist and knocked on the face of the sword, and the middle-aged man stepped back several steps before stopping.

Everyone was astonished, the middle-aged man was astonished, and Ling Youdao was equally astonished!

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "So strong! His strength is comparable to that of a monk who has perfected Qi."

"How is this possible? How can you be so strong?"

The middle-aged man knew from the very beginning that he was not Ling Youxian's opponent, but he never thought that he would be defeated so thoroughly. Facing Ling Youxian's attack, he had no power to fight back.

"You are too impulsive, that's why you were knocked back by me."

Hearing this, a flame was born in the middle-aged man's hand, and the ice covering his hand instantly melted into water and dripped onto the ground of the ring.

Seeing this, Ling Youxian asked calmly, "Is it even better?"

"No... no need, I'm not your opponent."

Ling Youxian calmly took the Broken Water Sword and inserted it into the scabbard behind him.

The old man who presided over the competition was also horrified. At this moment, he tremblingly said: "The second round, a No. 18 ring, Ling Youxian wins and advances."

Ling Youxian walked down the ring calmly, and everyone looked at him with a lot of respect, which was derived from the awe of the weak for the strong.

"Sure enough, the first genius of the Cangliling clan's name is really not a false name."

Soon, the competition entered the third round. Ling Youdao came to the NO.13 ring, and he wanted to watch Ling Yourong's fight.

Compared with Ling Youxian, she has more "fans", and they are almost male.

On the arena, Ling Yourong had a phoenix hairpin on her head and a face with melon seeds. She was wearing a wide-band flowing fairy skirt. Her lower abdomen was wrapped in a layer of soft armor, which was tied by a blue strap. Long hair swaying in the wind.

She is the second genius of the Cangli Ling clan's literate generation. She has two golden and water spiritual roots, and both of them have reached seven inches.

Ling Yourong's opponent was a muscular man with big eyes. His arms were much thicker than Ling Yourong's thighs, giving him a great impact.

Ling Yourong cupped her hands and said, "Ling Yourong."

The big man on the opposite side also bowed his hands, and said in a loud voice, "You have a character, Ling Xiong."

The next moment, Ling Yourong took out a longbow magic weapon, the bow body of the longbow was like two thin swords.

Ling Xiong took out a pair of large spherical copper hammers, and the muscles in his arms holding the pair of large copper hammers swelled.

Ling Yourong tapped her toes on the ground and moved back and forth in the ring. She kept drawing the bow, and a blue spiritual arrow was automatically born from the bow.

She was fast, arrow after arrow.

Ling Xiong waved the copper hammer in his hand, easily hitting the scattered blue spiritual arrows.

"Ling Yourong is a cultivator of the ninth level of qi training, and Ling Xiong, like me, is only a cultivator of the seventh level of qi training. Ling Yourong will win this match."

As Ling Youdao expected, after only 30 more breaths, the double moon bow in Ling Yourong's hand transformed into a long sword, she flew up and defeated Ling Xiong in one fell swoop.

　Thanks: There is no big reward for the wind, remember it first, and add a new chapter after it is on the shelves.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)