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Chapter Nineteen Winning Streak

() In the Shanmen Hall at the end of the square, there is no hustle and bustle in the past. Located on the second floor of the hall, there are more than a dozen boys and girls standing in it. Looking from a distance, the women are bright and moving, and the men are

They are all handsome and delicate, all dressed in bright clothes, noble and elegant, and have an arrogant momentum in every word and deed.

These are the inner disciples of Ming Jianfeng. Although they are young, they all have at least innate realm cultivation. The purpose of their trip is to observe and record the best among this group of outer disciples, because

Soon, some of these outer disciples will become one of them.

"The quality of this batch of outer disciples is much better than the previous one. There are actually twenty-six monks who have reached the ninth level of the Mortal Realm, and several of them have already reached the half-step to the innate realm. It is really rare!"

The speaker was a handsome young man with a fair face. His name was Xue Baiyi. He was ranked thirteenth among the thirty-six inner disciples of Ming Jianfeng and was often called Xue Shisan. As his name suggests, he wore a uniform all year round.

Wearing a long white gown and carrying a simple long sword on his waist, he looks quite celestial and elegant.

Tang Jing, who was ranked ninth in the inner sect, walked over and nodded with a serious face, "Last year's inner sect disciple selection, only one of us, Ming Jianfeng, was selected, ranking at the bottom of the twelve peaks. Master, he has an old man's temperament.

I haven't gone out for a year, for fear of being laughed at by other elders. I hope that this year there will be a few more geniuses among these outer disciples to fight for our Ming Jianfeng."

"We, Ming Jianfeng, have been weak for a long time. If we want to change this situation, it will not happen overnight!"

While talking, a girl with a charming appearance and an unworldly temperament walked over and sighed quietly: "There are a total of 556 inner disciples in the twelve peaks of Lingyun Sect. Among them, Tiandu Peak is the strongest, with a total of 556 inner disciples.

There are seventy-five disciples, more than double our number. It is said that in this outer disciple competition, there are three geniuses on their side. It is really difficult to surpass them!" Mei, Tang Jing was surprised.

He asked: "Is there anyone more beautiful than Zhuang Wenjie? Although her strength is not obvious, she is only ranked twenty-eighth among Ming Jianfeng's inner disciples, but she is the legitimate daughter of the Xu family, and has relatively good connections and information sources.

Rich, the words spoken from her mouth are extremely credible. Mei nodded and explained: "The information I got from a deacon on the main peak, this year's outer disciple competition, is included in the twelve peaks.

Genius disciples emerge. For example, our Ming Jianfeng Zhuang Wenjie cultivated to the half-step Xiantian realm at the tender age of fifteen. Such an achievement in the past few years, it would not be an exaggeration to directly name him as an inner disciple. Tiandu

The three young geniuses in Feng are about the same age as Zhuang Wenjie, and their strength is also between them. As for who is stronger and who is weaker, we can only tell the truth in the inner disciple selection competition."

"It's not unreasonable for Tiandu Peak to be the best among the twelve peaks!"

Xue Baiyi still had an indifferent expression and said softly: "Since the head of Hua Tianling was born a hundred years ago, all the major families affiliated with Lingyun Sect have sent their talented disciples to Tiandu Peak.

, only Tiandu Peak picks the remaining disciples, and then it is the turn of other peaks. This also leads to Tiandu Peak having more and more talented disciples, and their strength is getting stronger and stronger. We can discover people like Zhuang Wenjie from ordinary families.

A genius is already a fluke!"

"You don't have to belittle yourselves, the day when our Ming Jianfeng rises is not far away!"

Just as everyone was talking about it, a graceful figure in white clothes descended from the sky and slowly landed among the crowd.

"I've met Senior Sister Zou!"

Seeing the visitor, more than a dozen inner disciples in the stands came to greet him. It turned out that the beautiful girl who suddenly arrived was none other than Zou Rong, an inner disciple who had taught Jiang Wen swordsmanship at the back of Ming Jianfeng.

"Senior Sister Zou, aren't you in seclusion to recuperate? Why did you come out so quickly?" Mei walked up quickly, took Zou Rong's arm, and asked with a smile.

"I'm here for him!"

Zou Rong stretched out her slender hand, pointed at Jiang Wen on the ring, and said with a smile: "Master, he has always been worried that no one can truly inherit his mantle. I am about to recommend this junior brother to him, so I will make an observation first!

"Mei didn't know about the grievances between Jiang Wen and Song Yuanhua. When she saw that Jiang Wen ignored the friendship between the same family and severely injured Song Yuanhua in one move, she suddenly frowned and felt a little unhappy.

"This kid is very ruthless, very much like me!"

Tang Jing, who has always advocated violence, walked up and said with a smile: "However, with his cultivation in the early stage of the Ninth Level of Mortal Realm, whether he can qualify from the group is still a problem. How can he shoulder the important task of inheriting the master's mantle? Senior Sister Zou

Did you see it wrong?"

"I also feel that way!"

Xue Baiyi also nodded in agreement and said casually: "Compared with Zhuang Wenjie in the first group, he is very different!"

"You were all deceived by his appearance!"

Zou Rong did not explain much, but said with a sly smile: "Why don't we make a bet? Let's bet on who will win the first place in the outer disciple competition. I bet that this person's name is Jiang

Wen’s junior brother wins!”

Before coming here, Zou Rong had already done enough homework and had a deep understanding of Jiang Wen's identity and background. With a young age of thirteen and a cultivation level of the sixth level of the Mortal Realm, she could easily comprehend the power of the violent wind sword.

' And mastered the 'Crazy Thunder Slash' sword technique. Jiang Wen's talent is even higher than that of Tianling, the first genius of Lingyun Sect a hundred years ago. Such a person is born to break the rules. Today's champion

It only belongs to him!

"Since it's a bet, of course you need some winnings!"

Speaking of the bet, Xue Baiyi seemed to have been scratched. The chic image he had maintained for a long time suddenly collapsed. He couldn't wait to smile and said: "I will pay ten small charms and bet that Zhuang Wenjie will win!"

Talisman money is a common currency among warriors. The value of a small talisman coin is equivalent to one hundred taels of gold. Xue Baiyi took out ten small talisman coins as a bet in one go, which is definitely a big deal. Mei is not willing to accept it.

After falling behind, he took out five talisman coins and put them on the table, and said with a smile: "I believe that Senior Sister Zou will not see the wrong person, but Zhuang Wenjie has a higher chance of winning, and I will bet on him to win!"

"How can such fun things happen without me!"

Tang Jing laughed, took out a handful of talisman money and placed it in front of Zou Rong, saying: "Although the boy named Jiang Wen is very popular with me, with the strength he has shown now, the hope of winning is extremely high.

It’s slim, I also bet on Zhuang Wenjie to win!”

None of the three elite disciples from the inner sect were optimistic about Jiang Wen, which surprised Zou Rong, but then the smile on her face grew stronger. Originally, she just wanted to take a small gamble and pass the boring time.

, but it would be even more satisfying if you could earn a lot of spiritual stones while killing time.

Following Tang Jing and the others, more than a dozen other inner disciples in the stands also participated in this gamble. According to the final statistics, the majority of people supported Zhuang Wenjie, and only two people stood on Jiang Wen's side.

, all their bets added together only amounted to five small talisman coins.

"In that case, we'll wait and see!"

Zou Rong had enough time to put away all the bets, and then turned her attention to the ring.

At this moment, Jiang Wen didn't know that he had become the focus of many inner disciples. He was now concentrating on watching the fourth duel in front of him.

Both parties on the stage are at the eighth level of the Mortal Realm. One of them is practicing the human-level advanced martial art Eight Desolate Palms, and has reached a state of perfection. After a set of palm techniques is launched, the palm shadows all over the sky seem to be

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the opponent was unable to fight back. In less than a minute, he almost won the victory.

"The fourth showdown of the third group, No. 27 versus No. 99, No. 27 wins!"

As Wang Jun announced the result of the game, the winning number 27 walked down the stage proudly, while the unfortunately defeated number 99 returned to the end of the team dejectedly.

The next fourth, fifth, and eighth games took less than half an hour in total. Because it was not a life-and-death struggle, basically every game ended in three to five minutes, especially for Jiang.

A master like Wen, who is in the ninth level of the Mortal Realm, can defeat his opponent in just one or two moves, and it takes even less time.

"The ninth showdown of the third group, No. 3 vs. No. 75, starts now!"

It was Jiang Wen's turn to play again, and his opponent was a dark-faced young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was quite good at light kung fu. His last opponent couldn't keep up with his speed, so he could only be beaten passively, and finally surrendered and surrendered.

This time, he wanted to repeat his old trick on Jiang Wen, but he didn't expect that Jiang Wen had already seen through his whereabouts.

Just when he used Qinggong and body skills to quickly come behind Jiang Wen and prepare for a sneak attack, Jiang Wen turned around, grabbed his shoulders and threw him to the ground, knocking him to pieces.

, unable to even stand up.

Once again, he defeated his opponent with just one move, and it was even easier than the last time. This made the other players in the third group look at Jiang Wen with even more fear. Especially the two No. 11 and No. 19

The eyes of the disciples who were also in the Ninth Level of Mortal Realm were full of hostility towards Jiang Wen.

Without any surprise, in the next tenth and eleventh games, the two players No.11 and No.19 defeated their opponents one after another and successfully advanced to the semi-finals of the group stage. And in the next twelfth game

There was a huge upset in the competition. Number 35, who was not optimistic at first, actually used a set of five-step mountain-holding fist, a human-level intermediate martial art in the Great Perfection realm, to defeat Twenty-five, who had a better chance of winning.

On the 7th, the final victory was achieved.

However, his good luck ended here. In the thirteenth game, his opponent was Jiang Wen.

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung practiced by Jiang Wen is famous for its strength, and it is the nemesis of defensive martial arts such as the Five-step Baoshan Fist. It is just a punch, without any skills at all, and the huge force of nine thousand kilograms crushes it.

In an instant, all the defensive momentum created by the opponent was destroyed, and the victory was easily won.

In the fourteenth match that followed, both players No. 11 and No. 19 showed their full strength.

Contestant No. 11's cultivation level is much higher, and he has already mastered Sanshou, a human-level advanced martial art that he has been immersed in for many years, and has cultivated it to the state of great success. As soon as he takes action, the palm shadows all over the sky pour down like a gust of wind and rain.

When it comes to player No. 19, all the opponent's escape routes are blocked.

However, Contestant No. 19 was not to be outdone. Amidst the overlapping palms of the opponent, his figure moved left and right, moving back and forth in the small space. Although his movements were a bit embarrassing, he never showed defeat.

After several rounds of fighting, Xiang was able to counterattack with his long sword, slowly regaining his disadvantage.

The two exchanged hundreds of moves. Contestant No. 11, who had been unable to attack for a long time, felt a little anxious and was about to use a more powerful martial arts. At this moment, Contestant No. 19, who had been waiting quietly for the opportunity, suddenly saw a light in his eyes.

, keenly caught the flaw in the connection between the opponent's movements, and then stabbed out with all his strength.

"Shadow Sword Art, Phantom Kill!"

In an instant, the long sword in No. 19's hand danced rapidly, leaving dozens of real and fake sword shadows in the air, and stabbed the opponent's chest at the same time. Even though No. 11 reacted in time, he was still dazzled by the sword shadow in front of him.

Akira was so dizzy that the next moment, a cold sword light emerged from the sword shadows in the sky like a spiritual snake, and directly pressed against his throat.
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