Chapter 67

The third stage finally arrived. The atmosphere of the outer door reached its peak at this moment. Many disciples were cheering for the people they supported.

Those who have successfully promoted are naturally full of joy, but those who have been eliminated after 50 and have no chance to meet the inner door are almost new disciples. Although they have not succeeded this time, they have also accumulated some experience and made some preparations for their next participation.

Oh, forget, there is also the wonderful flower of Qingmin. The existence of the five spiritual pulse realm was stopped by Qin Tian outside 50. This is a very dramatic scene.

On the stage, Zong Qu's face is still not very good-looking. His disciple Qingmin's five spiritual pulse realm won the top 50 in this competition of external disciples. It's not too simple. All the reasons are Qin Tian and the damn Xing Zhuang. If it weren't for his support, Where did Qin Tian get the medium-grade spirit tools and top-grade martial arts, which are popular in the inner door?

In fact, he didn't think about it. If it wasn't for his own reason, how could Qin Tian intersect with him and even his two disciples?

He already has a preliminary plan in his mind, which is slowly taking shape. Hum, Qin Tian, let you have more fun.

Xing Zhuang is also smiling. This little guy is really unexpected. He was supposed to see if he could enter the top 20. Now he is close to the top 10 and can be higher. Especially his understanding is terrible enough. He must talk about it with the hall Lord later.

Xing Zhuang is determined to let the hall Lord take Qin Tian as his disciple, but there are not many disciples he can look after. He will do his best to help them. Xing Zhuang is also a good man.

"Younger martial brother Qin, my luck is really bad."

Lu Bin said bitterly that he was also an old disciple, but it was a four fold spiritual realm, and Qin Tian had defeated the five fold Qingmin before, so it was natural to deal with him.

But he still wants to go up and show himself. Maybe he can get the favor of any elder, so he can earn money. Thinking of this, he looked at Qin Tian and said, "although he is not the opponent of younger martial brother, he still needs to ask for advice."

Similar to Zhou Hai, there are only a few people who admit defeat without fighting. There is only such a chance in the external disciple competition once a year. Naturally, we have to strive for a good performance.

Qin Tian nodded. For Lu Bin, he was unlucky. Twenty wooden swabs, excluding Wu Tong, Du ye and Yeming, there were four of him, a full 16. Qin Tian naturally understood what Lu Bin meant and nodded.

Lu Bin, who got the reply, no longer hesitated. In that case, let's make a good performance. He began to mention his spiritual power and pull up his posture. Looking at this, it was obvious that he was directly urging his martial arts skills.

The fluctuation of spiritual power became stronger and stronger, forming spiritual needles around Lu Bin.

There were more and more Lingli needles. Then, with Lu Bin's orders, these Lingli needles shot away at Qin Tian like a rainstorm.

Chinese martial arts, rainstorm needle!

The sound of breaking the air sounded around the battle platform. This scene was so familiar to Qin Tian!

He still remembered that when the old man tested him, there was a rainstorm like a needle, and everything seemed to be in his mind.

Now is not the time to remember. Qin Tian returned to his mind. He also urged his spiritual power to turn into a small light column and wrap it around his index finger. Then he took his finger as a sword to resist the sharp shot of the spiritual needle.

He has just entered Linghai sect for only a few months. At present, his control ability of spiritual power is not as good as Mo Qiangang. After all, Mo Qiangang has been here for three years, and his control of spiritual power is naturally more handy. The strange Python formed by his spiritual power is a good embodiment.

Ding Ding!

No surprise, although the spirit power needle was terrible, it was obviously not enough to break through his defense. Qin Tian calmly resisted it one by one.

Sure enough, seeing that Qin Tian blocked his rainstorm needle so easily, Lu Bin showed two martial arts skills again, and then admitted defeat. He was ashamed to step down. Qin Tian first won the top ten places.

On the other hand, Du ye and Chen Xuan have also started fighting. Du Ye's fighting is wild and domineering. He takes the road of both internal and external cultivation. Of course, he still focuses on spiritual cultivation, supplemented by physical cultivation, but his preferred battle is close combat.

Although Chen Xuan's body is not as good as Du Ye's, he should have a good foundation of body refining. In addition, with his skillful strength, he also solved Du Ye's fierce attack again and again.

"Sad God's palm!"

The middle level martial arts, sad God's palm, is also one of the six kinds of middle level martial arts in the external school. Chen Xuan's sad God's palm is open and cooperative with great momentum. Obviously, it is also the realm of practicing this middle level martial arts to great success.

"Hey, hey, I like it, ox devil fist!"

This kind of frontal hard hitting attack is what Du Ye likes and is best at. His body is strong and his martial arts belong to that kind of frontal crushing.

At this time, Du Ye's whole body exudes a violent atmosphere. At this moment, Du Ye is like a cow of Warcraft in Chen Xuan's eyes, roaring and biting and bumping into Chen Xuan!

The spiritual power burst, and the fierce front of the ox devil fist was facing the sad God's palm. In an instant, there were layers of spiritual power storms on the battle platform. The storm raged, making the battle platform shake more than once.

Click!

Dong!

Both sides retreated violently at this moment, and then rushed up at the first time.

At this moment, the two began to bombard each other crazily, fist to fist, palm to palm, and did not give in to each other. Only the parties concerned knew the danger. If they were not careful, they were likely to be seriously injured. Even if Du Ye was strong, don't forget that parts like throat and eyes were still quite fragile anyway.

But all this seemed very wonderful to the audience outside, cheering one after another.

"Ha ha ha, be happy. This is the battle I want. Chen Xuan, what else can you do?"

When the two separated, Du Ye suddenly laughed. He hadn't had such a happy fight with others for a long time.

Chen Xuan's face is ugly. He is a real five fold spirit realm, which is not comparable to Qingmin. Now he can't take this Du Ye. Where can he put his face?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. At this moment, his spiritual power was frantically vented, and there was no reservation at all. Finally, it gathered on his right index finger.

He is not Qingmin. Although his top martial arts are not as terrible as Mo Qiangang's practice to Dacheng, he has really reached the realm of Xiaocheng.

The fluctuation of spiritual power on the index finger of his right hand began to condense, and Du Ye's face was dignified at this moment. In this case, he had to deal with it.

(to be continued)