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Lingyun put on a bronze mask with fangs, changed his name to Gui Qing Qing, and registered to participate in the competition.

His first opponent was a warrior at the tenth level of the Mortal Origin Stage who had won two rounds in a row.

"In the next battle, Zhao Sheng will face the newcomer, Gui Qing, in two consecutive victories."

As the referee's voice fell, Lingyun followed the long and narrow passage, and changed his spear to a normal refined iron, appearing at the center of the arena.

Opposite him, a youth in a luxurious black robe was already waiting.

"Hey, I'm not seeing things, am I?" That brat with the bronze ghost face seems to only be at the ninth level of the Mortal Origin Stage! "

"What the hell? Isn't there a limit to the entrance of the Door of Martial Arts?" Only those at the tenth level of the Mortal Origin Stage can enter the Dragon Transformation Mountain. How is it that this kid has not only ascended the mountain, but also ascended the battle stage! "

"Could it be that this kid walked through some backdoor and came here to play?"

"Haha, he is asking for trouble. Those who managed to stand on the arena are all powerful individuals. He, a kid at the ninth level of the Mortal Origin Stage, actually dares to go up. It would be strange if he doesn't make a fool of himself!"

When Lingyun appeared, the audience immediately burst into cheers like the tide.

"This kid's opponent is Zhao Sheng from Marquis Zhao You's mansion. I heard that Zhao Sheng is one of the top geniuses within the mansion. Just now, Zhao Sheng had already won two victories. This third round, he ran into a kid at the ninth level of the Mortal Origin Stage."

"Zhao Sheng's luck is really good."

"It's better if his father gave him a name. Zhao Sheng!"

The mocking laughter from the audience could not be stopped.

The referee's face was expressionless as he said, "You two can begin."

"Mortal Origin Stage, ninth level?"

Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry to begin. Instead, he sneered and looked at Ling Yun with disdain as he folded his arms.

"So what if you're at the ninth level of the Mortal Origin Stage?" What advice do you have! " Ling Yun coldly replied. His voice came out from behind the bronze mask, appearing even more icy and indifferent.

Zhao Sheng's voice was slightly cold as he said, "Yo, brat, your strength isn't that great, and your temper isn't bad. A trash like you dares to appear in the Martial Gate, this is truly an insult to this Holy Land of Martial Arts. I advise you to scram as soon as possible, otherwise, when I beat you up, it will be too late for you to regret it."

"I'll return those words to you without changing a single one. Hurry up and kneel down and surrender, kid." Lingyun was not courteous at all towards this despicable Zhao Sheng.

"F * * k, this kid sure has a big mouth."

"Interesting. Does this kid really have some guts, or is he trying to attract attention here?"

When Ling Yun said those words, the spectators in the stands immediately became cheerful.

"Humph, the martial arts sect is not a place for words. If this kid angers Zhao Sheng, then he will have a good time later."

"Hey, Zhao Sheng, hurry up and show us your skills. You've been looked down upon by a kid at the ninth level of the Mortal Origin Stage!" The spectators in the stands were booing again.

"What did you say!"

Zhao Sheng was furious, staring at Ling Yun with widened eyes.

He had won two battles consecutively just now and it was the time for his momentum to soar like a rainbow. But now, this Mortal Origin Stage trash was swearing shamelessly that he would be forced to kneel and surrender?

"Brat, I'll give you one last chance. Kneel down and admit your wrongs and break your own arm. Today, I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll let you lie down."

"Cut the crap, hurry up and die." Lingyun hooked his index finger at Zhao Sheng.

"F * * k, I realized that you really don't know how to write the word death."

With a low growl, Zhao Sheng attacked.

His cultivation had already reached the late stage of the tenth level of the Mortal Origin Stage, and he was only half a step away from the peak.

Moreover, his elemental energy was even deeper than that of a peak-level Mortal Origin Stage martial artist.

This was also where his confidence lay.

"Black Gold Devil Slaughtering Spear!"

As soon as Zhao Sheng made his move, waves of violent elemental energy surged out from his dantian and turned into a black lance a few meters long, shooting towards Lingyun.

"Zhao Sheng indeed has the power of the family of generals! Very strong!" In the audience stands, many martial artists were watching Zhao Sheng's attack with rapt attention.

"The line of Marquis Zhao You has been training in the military for a long time. The Black Gold Devil Slaughter Spear is the most powerful technique with the most killing intent. The moment it strikes, it will be a matter of life and death. That kid shouldn't have angered Zhao Sheng, right?"

"That kid is in trouble!"

"He's courting death!"

The audience was not optimistic about Ling Yun.

"Hehe, what black gold demon slaying spear? Killing a cat or dog is more like it." Ling Yun laughed coldly.

"Brat, you still dare to be arrogant!?" "Die!"

Zhao Sheng roared and the black elemental energy spear pierced towards Lingyun's chest.

On the Martial Gate Battlestage, one could not help but die!

Therefore, Zhao Sheng did not hold back at all, completely aiming to kill Ling Yun.

"Too weak, break!"

Ling Yun's gaze suddenly became cold, and raised his left hand. The surging blood energy and spirit energy began to resonate at an extremely fast speed, and immediately formed a lifelike, berserk dragon shadow.

Raging Dragon Fist!

The fist radiance rolled out like a dragon and instantly smashed onto Zhao Sheng's black spear.

A cracking sound could be heard, and the long black spear made of Zhao Sheng's elemental energy was actually broken into pieces.

The radiance of the Raging Dragon Fist did not weaken in the slightest as it contained the elemental energy that came back after the collapse, smashing into Zhao Sheng's own body.

Ah!

Zhao Sheng issued a miserable shriek as his chest suddenly caved in. His body flew backward like a broken sack, flying far away from the impact.

"What kind of plane is this!"

"To think that it was Zhao Sheng who lost!"

Everyone in the audience was no longer calm. There were even many people who lost their composure and stood up.

"This kid …" It's kind of weird! "

"Is that for real? That's a little too crazy. Zhao Sheng is an expert at the peak of the Late Mortal Origin Stage, how could he lose so easily?"

"Wo * e, I really made a f * cking mistake."

"Calm down. It must be because Zhao Sheng underestimated his opponent. Is that kid really stronger than Zhao Sheng?" I wouldn't believe it even if I were beaten to death. " There were still many people who did not believe that Lingyun had the ability to defeat Zhao Sheng despite having surpassed his cultivation level.

Lingyun did not even use the spear behind him. He only used one punch to defeat Zhao Sheng.

"You've lost. From now on, don't call me Zhao Sheng anymore. Change your name to Zhao Bao."

"I didn't lose! I was just careless! "

Zhao Sheng still wanted to struggle to get up, but this action of his had affected the wound on his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Brat, just you wait! I'll show you!"

Zhao Sheng's expression was malevolent, and the gaze he used to look at Ling Yun was filled with venom.

Just as he was about to complete his feat of winning three times in a row, he happened to fall into the hands of a kid at the ninth level of the Mortal Origin Stage. He couldn't swallow his anger.

Just when Zhao Sheng was about to struggle to get up.

With a cold snort, Lingyun moved and appeared in front of Zhao Sheng.

"You still refuse to admit defeat!"

Lingyun let out an explosive roar, his five fingers spread out, pressing down on top of Zhao Sheng's head.

"Are you convinced?"

Lingyun pressed down hard and Zhao Sheng's head was instantly smashed into the ground.

"Hiss …"

In the audience stands, the sound of people sucking in cold air could be heard. Many people felt their scalps go numb as they looked at this scene. They couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs.

"This brat is so ruthless!"

"This bro's personality is a bit evil. Look at that mask he's wearing. It's a ferocious and evil looking mask. It's just as overbearing and arrogant as his personality!"

"It's best not to provoke him in the future. He's a ruthless person! He could tell just by his name, Gui Qing Qing! This is a monster. "

Ling Yun's smash immediately produced an effect.

"Let me ask you, Zhao Bai, are you convinced?" Ling Yun said coldly.

"F * ck you! Your father's name is Zhao Sheng, and he's the Sixth Young Master of the Marquis' Mansion. If you dare to insult me like this, I'll tell you that you're in for it!" "Just you wait …"

"Hey, the Sixth Young Master of Marquis Zhao You's House?" You're amazing! "Are you unconvinced?!"

Lingyun harrumphed, and smashed Zhao Sheng's head against the ground.

I've never liked you so-called young masters and heirs of the house of the Marquis. All of you put on airs, arrogantly and arrogantly, looking down on everyone else.

On the battle stage, blood was splattering everywhere. A huge hole was formed on the hard ground of the arena by Zhao Sheng's head.

"I submit! Stop! I submit! "

Zhao Sheng was finally defeated.

"I announce that this battle, Gui Qing Yun has won, and the reward is two hundred thousand gold! Zhao Bian … Oh, Zhao Sheng's winning streak has ended. "

"I was almost f * cking taken away by this wry face kid …" F * ck my dog! " The referee mocked madly in his heart.

The referee asked, "Gui Qing, you can choose to continue with your challenge. As long as you can win ten rounds in a row, you will have the opportunity to challenge the potential rankings.

"Of course it's to continue the challenge."

Lingyun rubbed his wrist. He had not warmed up yet, how could he stop his steps?