After the first battle ended, the second battle followed.

Ling Youdao went to watch Ling Youxian's fight. Ling Youxian was hailed as the first genius of the Cangli Ling family.

His spiritual root is the ice spiritual root, one of the three mutated spiritual roots. Although his ice spiritual root is only three inches, his cultivation speed is still faster than that of a dual spiritual root monk.

For the owners of mutated spiritual roots, there is no bottleneck during the Qi training period, and they can break through as long as the conditions are ripe.

Moreover, the bottleneck of foundation building that has trapped hundreds of millions of Qi-training monks almost does not exist for him, and he can easily succeed in foundation building.

In other words, his minimum achievement is that of a foundation-building monk, and he is quite certain of forming an elixir.

On the ring, Ling Youxian stood proudly wearing water-cloud flowing clothes and carrying a sword on his back.

Although he didn't make any move, his momentum was so overwhelming that everyone in the audience did not dare to speak.

Ling Youxian's opponent was a middle-aged man in his forties, whose cultivation had reached the ninth level of qi training. But facing Ling Youxian, who was so sharp and sharp, he did not dare to be careless.

"Ninth Uncle Ling Jiexin appeared in the third room one after another, as well as Ling Youxian in the ring. If it were not for the fear of Patriarch Chuyun, today's Cangli Ling clan would probably be dominated by the radical faction."

On the ring, the two men had been fighting for half a cup of tea, but no one took the lead.

When everyone was waiting impatiently, Ling Youxian suddenly said: "You are no match for me."

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

After all, I am also a monk of the Ding generation. I am your elder and a monk at the ninth level of Qi training. Why do you look down on me so much?

The clay figurine also has a certain amount of anger, let alone a big living person.

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

"I'm not arrogant, but you are no match for me."

In an instant, there was a loud "buzz" under the stage.

Some people thought there was something wrong with their ears, "Did you hear clearly? Ling Youxian doesn't even take the clan uncle of Dingzi generation seriously!"

"Although they are both ninth-level qi-training monks, this clan uncle has also been a qi-training monk for decades. He has rich experience in fighting. How many years has Ling Youxian been cultivating?"

A tribesman next to him said: "You can't say that. After all, Ling Youxian is a genius with ice spirit roots. He is a being who is expected to form elixirs. He still follows the path of sword cultivation. As the saying goes, one sword can break all methods.

And with his personality, he should not tell such lies. This uncle of the Ding generation should really be no match for him."

After hearing this, everyone thought again, indeed, this is not impossible!

"He is only twenty-three years old this year, but he can actually defeat a ninth-level Qi practitioner from the older generation."

"In my estimation, Ling Youxian's strength should be able to compete with a monk who has perfected his Qi practice."

"What? This is too perverted!"

"Who says someone is a genius with Binglinggen? The key is to follow the path of sword cultivation."

"If I had followed the path of sword cultivation back then, maybe I would be able to compete with the strong men at the ninth level of Qi training now."

"Go away, you two brushes, you won't be able to follow the path of sword cultivation in your next life."

"You look down on me, don't you?"

"Why do I look down on you? Have you ever beaten me?"

"You...you...I don't have the same experience as you. I can't afford to offend you and can hide from you."

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Listening to the discussions under the ring, the middle-aged man's face was frighteningly livid. He pointed angrily at Ling Youxian, "You...you..."

Ling Youxian continued: "Not long after you broke through to the ninth level of Qi training, how can you block my Water-Breaking Sword."

The middle-aged man was obviously extremely angry. He rushed towards Ling Youxian with a magic weapon in hand, intending to teach this junior a lesson and teach him to respect his elders.

"Look, there's a fight coming."

Suddenly someone shouted, the discussion around the ring fell silent for an instant, and everyone looked at the two people on the ring.

Is what Ling Youxian said true?

This one 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 Water-Breaking Sword from behind, and the Water-Breaking Sword fell straight down. There was only a "ding" sound, and a gust of cold air followed the middle-aged man's magic weapon and instantly froze his right hand.

Ling Youxian flicked his wrist and struck with his sword. The middle-aged man took several steps back before stopping.

Everyone was shocked, the middle-aged people were shocked, Ling Youdao was also shocked!

He swallowed his saliva and said, "So strong! His strength is already comparable to that of a monk practicing Qi Dzogchen."

"How is this possible? Why are you so strong?"

The middle-aged man knew from the beginning that he was no match for Ling Youxian, but he never thought that he would be defeated so completely. Faced with Ling Youxian's attack, he was unable to fight back.

"You were too impulsive, that's why I knocked you back with one blow."

Hearing this, a ball of flame burst out from the middle-aged man's hand, and the ice covering his hand melted instantly and turned into water, dripping on the floor of the arena.

Seeing this, Ling Youxian asked calmly: "Are we still going to compete?"

"No... no need, I am not your opponent."

Ling Youxian calmly put away the Shuishui Sword and inserted it into the scabbard behind his back.

The old man who presided over the competition was equally horrified. At this moment, he said in a trembling voice: "The second game, Arena No. 18, Ling Youxian wins and advances."

Ling Youxian walked down the ring calmly, and everyone looked at him with a lot of respect in their eyes. This was due to the awe of the weak towards the strong.

"Sure enough, Cangli Ling's first genius of his generation really deserves his reputation."

Soon, the competition entered the third round. Ling Youdao came to Arena No. 13. He wanted to watch Ling Yourong's battle.

Compared to Ling Youxian, she has more "fans", and almost all of them are men.

On the stage, Ling Yourong had a phoenix hairpin on her head, a face with oval seeds, and was wearing a wide-banded fairy skirt. She had a layer of soft armor wrapped around her lower abdomen and was tied with a blue belt. A breeze blew, and her waist-length skirt

Long hair swaying in the wind.

She is the second talented person of the Cangli Ling family. She possesses double spiritual roots of gold and water, and both spiritual roots reach seven inches.

Ling Yourong's opponent was a man with bulging muscles and big eyes. His arms were much thicker than Ling Yourong's thighs, giving him a huge impact.

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

The big man on the opposite side also cupped his hands and said in a loud voice: "Young man, Ling Xiong."

The next moment, Ling Yourong was seen taking out a long bow. The long bow's body resembled two thin swords.

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

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

She was very fast, one arrow after another.

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

"Ling Yourong is a monk at the ninth level of Qi training, and Ling Xiong, like me, is only a monk at the seventh level. Ling Yourong will definitely win this battle."
Chapter completed!