Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 199 This antique is a scam

Amidst the splashing of rocks, the whole place was silent.

The spectators standing outside the arena were collectively stunned.The generals from Mo Lin looked as if they had seen a ghost. Some even took out their artificial eyes from their sockets and wiped them carefully.

The scene in front of me is too bizarre!

Just because Huang Long suppressed his cultivation to the foundation-building level, it doesn't mean that he really only has the combat power of the foundation-building level.Nearly a hundred years of military career, thousands of frontline bloody battles... Huanglong's rich actual combat experience can be said to be only a handful even in the old immortal calendar era, but this experience, and the combat wisdom derived from it, are not. It will be suppressed with the suppression of cultivation.For him, the level of foundation building is simply a false proposition.

What's more, Huang Long's so-called foundation building versus foundation building naturally does not mean suppressing himself to the early stage of foundation building, but maintaining himself at the peak level of foundation building, which is only one step away from the golden elixir, coupled with the actual combat of Bai Zhan Nascent Soul. Experience, many wonderful skills that he has practiced for hundreds of years, and that exotic animal skin armor... His actual combat ability is actually enough to surpass most of the actual combat sects' golden elixirs.In fact, when there was no fighting in the frontline military camp, one of Huang Long's favorite daily pastimes was to take turns training his young soldiers with this so-called foundation-building cultivation.Many young golden elixirs who had just graduated from the Molin Military Academy came out of the field with high ambitions, and were then taken away by Xingyuan graduates to use as study materials.

But now, the veteran, who had fought countless battles, was coughing repeatedly in the rocks at the edge of the arena, struggling to get up, his face covered with dust and surprise.

Of course, Wang Luo was equally surprised.

"You can still stand up. The old general is really extraordinary."

That punch just now, he clearly used all his strength. If it were a normal foundation-building opponent, he would have to use a magnifying glass to find the body parts at this time, but when it landed on Huang Long, it only made him embarrassed, and he didn't even bleed from the mouth. Spit it out.

It is true that Huang Long is not a true Foundation Builder, but he is actually very meticulous in restraining his own strength. At this time, his physical strength is indeed only at the Foundation Builder level. He can withstand Wang Luo's frontal punch. He relies on other than Foundation Builders. Real ability.

Wang Luo appreciated this skill very much.

But Huang Long himself was not happy. He shook his head, coughed out a few gravels from his throat, and then raised his eyes, as if fire was lit in his eyes.

"Good boy, I really underestimated you... So, the game between Zhuji and Zhuji is over. Next, lie down!"

As the last word fell, a wave of true energy like a storm roared from Huang Long's body. The wounded Nascent Soul in the inner palace had quietly opened one eye.

The next moment, Huang Long disappeared from Wang Luo's vision.

He twisted his body and punched without hesitation, and his right fist swept behind him like a falling meteor!Then, he felt as if he had touched a mountain.

Huang Long flashed behind Wang Luo and collided head-on with the unpredictable prophet's fist. After a roar that shocked the entire audience, the old general stumbled a step absentmindedly, and raised his right hand high in the air.

On the other side, Wang Luo took advantage of the situation and flew back hundreds of meters away. His right hand felt numb and weak, and his energy and blood were rushing through his meridians as if out of control.

However, the retreat of both sides seemed to be just an afterimage. At the last moment, people saw the two people retreating after a blow. The next moment, there was a muffled sound in the arena again, like spring thunder blooming, and as if The earth is roaring.Even outside the arena, people still feel as if their hearts are being grasped by invisible hands, and their blood and breathing are stagnant.

This is a battle beyond ordinary people's understanding.General Huanglong did not release all his power. His inner Nascent Soul only opened one eye, but that one eye was equivalent to a golden elixir operating at full power.Therefore, he was fighting with a young man who was building a foundation with his golden elixir level power.

From foundation building to golden elixir, Huang Long's power expanded more than ten times. However, under ten times the pressure, the real foundation building opponent showed no sign of weakness at all!

Muffled thunder-like collisions exploded one after another in the arena. The two sides fighting were like phosphorescent lights flashing on the surface of the lake, constantly flashing across the arena. For a time, it was as if they had exerted thousands of incarnations of great supernatural powers, which was dizzying. .

Several of the onlookers with lower cultivation levels even felt dizzy after watching it for a while, and they immediately started to regurgitate the appetizer they had just eaten.

But for the two people in the arena, everything seemed to be just routine.

There are no unnecessary bells and whistles on both sides. Those magnificent magical spells, ingenious magic weapons...the splendor that is common in mirage stories no longer exists here.In the arena, there is only the purest direct combat between flesh and blood.

However, every collision of flesh and blood can stir up colorful spiritual light, and every flash of the body seems to tear the space and distort the light.The simplest battle contains mysteries that are difficult to understand.

This mystery, for some people, is just a showy thing in the fighting arena, but for others, it has a profound meaning.

The several Molin people who followed Huang Long all had gloomy expressions on their faces.

One of the beard generals asked his comrades beside him softly: "General Bu, what do you think?"

The scar on General Bu's face wrinkled slightly, and then he replied: "Unbelievable."

As soon as he said this, everyone around him nodded secretly.

This is indeed unbelievable.

At the foundation-building level, against a Nascent Soul veteran who wields the power of the golden elixir arbitrarily, at least he does not fall behind at all... This is completely contrary to all the common sense they know!And more importantly, this phenomenon that breaks common sense also illustrates a very important thing.

"So, it should be impossible for this person to have any connection with the Desolate Demon." Liao Fan said, "No Desolate Demon would choose to accumulate such a huge power in the foundation building stage. This does not make sense."

General Liao's words immediately attracted echoes. Duan Yong from Ziwu Jinghai clapped his hands and said with a smile: "That's right, almost all those who are corroded by the desolate poison do not meet the Nascent Soul bottleneck constrained by the Great Law and are pretentious. The earth wants to pursue higher-level power, but I haven’t heard of anyone turning into a demon in order to become the world’s number one foundation builder.”

Duan Yong's companion, a tall and plump girl with a healthy complexion like wheat, raised a question from another angle: "And, if I read it correctly, the master of Lingshan Mountain has only been practicing for more than 20 years. ? Do ancient monks usually practice so quickly? Why do I feel that compared to ancient monks, he seems more modern than us modern practitioners? "

(End of this chapter)