Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy-Fifth Zongmen Disciples Battle Power List, Fighting for the Front
"Combat Power List?!"
The disciples were stunned when they heard this.
Could it be that there is no need to compare in the future, as long as you look at the rankings on the battle power list, you can know who is stronger and who is weaker?
In that case, what's the point?
With this doubt in mind, nearly 10,000 disciples raised their heads and looked at the huge golden list suspended above Misty Peak.
"Is there a new list?"
Gong Qingqiu and other elders also stopped to watch.
The battle list is huge.
It is a list refined by Ye Feng, and it is a low-grade Lingbao. After unfolding, it is ten meters wide, and the hanging length reaches thirty meters. The whole body is golden, like a sun.
There are many complicated runes on its surface, and it looks quite delicate.
From top to bottom, a hundred names are written in purple ink.
"Number one in the battle power list, Mo Ying!"
"Second in the power list, Huo Yunjie!"
"Third in the power list, Liang Wanfen!"
"Combat Power List..."
Everyone looked at the battle power list, and read out the names of the disciples on the list from top to bottom.
"Junior Sister Mo is still number one, she's too strong!" Li Jiaojiao took the lead in congratulating Mo Ying who was beside her after seeing the name of the number one, without the slightest doubt in her eyes.
Mo Ying's strength is very strong.
This has been witnessed by the old disciples.
"You are still number one." Huo Yunjie sighed as he looked at the battle power list, and then glanced at Mo Ying not far away.
"It's only temporary." Mo Ying was not proud.
Ye Feng stood on Misty Peak, with his hands on his back, and said, "The battle power list can be changed at any time. Once someone's strength increases, the ranking on the battle power list will change."
"Whether the power list is authoritative, it is up to you to test it yourself.
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Ye Feng added.
After all, he returned to the main hall.
"I'm only the fifteenth...Impossible? I'm the number one in the younger generation of the Eighteen Ancient Clan. In the sect, I'm actually outside the tenth place?"
Han Yonghui looked at the battle power list and was surprised.
He never thought he would be the first.
Of course, he hoped so.
Unexpectedly, I was not only not the first, nor the top three, and even the top ten.
"Fifteenth...do you look down on me?"
Han Yonghui was very unwilling, looking at the fourteenth place in the battle power list, his eyes fixed on the name "Shi Lei".
"A generation of senior brothers?"
Han Yonghui's eyes narrowed, then he raised his head and looked at Shi Lei who was standing on the edge of Misty Peak.
During the time he entered the sect, he often saw Shi Lei, and he had a lot of good feelings for this honest and honest senior brother.
Shi Lei was a generous and honest person, and he treated others gently. If the disciples of the sect had any difficulties, he would immediately lend a helping hand. He was well-known in the sect.
"Elder brother is above me, I recognize it."
Han Yonghui secretly said.
He continued to look up, and the thirteenth was Jia Yulan.
"Jia Yulan...a first-generation senior sister, it is said that she is the eldest young lady of the Jia family of the White Floating City, but there are not many records related to her, so there is no way to judge the strength of this person."
Han Yonghui continued to look up.
"The twelfth is Li Qiankun, the second-generation disciple... I am very unfamiliar with this person. Does he have any abilities?"
Han Yonghui was puzzled.
He decided to challenge Li Qiankun.
The top of Misty Peak.
Long Tianxing looked at the list and smiled:
"Haha, I'm fourth! Jiaxi is fifth, Liang Wanrou is sixth, Liang Wanyu is seventh, Ziling is eighth, Ping An is the ninth, Nanny Ruyu is the tenth, Jiaojiao is the eleventh, Li Qiankun is the twelfth, Yu Lan Thirteen, Senior Brother Fourteen, they are all good!”
"I'm actually above the senior brother, is it impossible?" Li Qiankun looked at the battle power list, his eyes widened.
Shi Lei patted Li Qiankun's brightly bald head and said, "Qiankun, you are good at deduction. When fighting, you can deduce the opponent's means, of course you can't be weak! Besides, don't you also break through the third level of Linghai?"
Li Qiankun nodded: "Yes, I just broke through, mainly because I ranked relatively high in the weekly disciple ranking list last time, and I obtained a large number of cultivation bases and empowered me to successfully break through."
After a pause, Li Qiankun said: "I'm ranked 12th, won't I be challenged?"
"No, who would challenge you when you are full and have nothing to do?" Poisonous Milk Wang Ping'an said calmly.
As soon as he said this, everyone stared at him.
"Hmm!" Wang Ping'an quickly covered his mouth, realizing that he seemed to have been given poisonous milk again.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a handsome figure carrying a long sword flew to the top of Misty Peak and bowed to everyone.
"Hello, brothers and sisters of the first generation, I am Han Yonghui, a disciple of the third generation, and I came here to ask the second generation brother Li Qiankun for advice."
Han Yonghui's voice was calm.
However, his eyes are very sharp.
not far away.
The swordsman in the blue shirt was playing chess with the leader of the Blood Lotus Sect, and several elders were sitting nearby to watch.
"Han Yonghui even went to challenge Li Qiankun. It seems that your Qingshu Sword Sect is going to be crushed on the first day."
Shadow Demon Sect Sect Master laughed.
"Have a bit of hardship and learn a lesson, so that you won't sit and watch the sky." Sword Master Qing-shirt concentrates on playing chess without looking sideways.
However, his spiritual consciousness has already shrouded the entire sect.
Even the movement of a certain disciple who was farting was captured by him, and naturally he would not miss this discussion.
The top of Misty Peak.
Hearing that Han Yonghui was going to challenge himself, Li Qiankun couldn't help but touched his bald head and looked at Wang Ping'an, whose eyes were dodging.
"Senior Brother Wang, you..." Li Qiankun was speechless.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Ping'an quickly poisoned the milk:
"Cough cough! Look at Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Han Yonghui is so handsome, handsome, and suave. I promise that he will win beautifully. As for you, work hard and you won't lose too badly."
Hearing this, Li Qiankun looked strange.
Hearing this, Han Yonghui raised his eyebrows.
"It seems that even a generation of Senior Brother Wang thinks that there is a problem with the battle power list. Otherwise, he cannot think that I can defeat Senior Brother Li."
Thinking of this, Han Yonghui's confidence greatly increased.
He cupped his hands again and said, "Brother Li Qiankun, can you enlighten me?"
Li Qiankun glanced at Wang Ping'an, thinking that if he had poisoned milk, even if he closed his eyes, he should be able to win.
So, he took a step forward and said, "Since Junior Brother Han wants to learn from each other, as a Senior Brother, how can I refuse?"
"Brother Li agreed?" Han Yonghui's eyes lit up.
"Yes, let's compare now!" Li Qiankun nodded, he was afraid that the effect of the poisonous milk would be lost if the delay was too long.
"Then, let's go to Zongmen Square to fight, the old rule, three hundred rounds, until the end." Han Yonghui smiled.
"Okay." Li Qiankun nodded.
Whoosh!
The disciples at the peak all fell.
"Shock!"
"The chief Han Yonghui among the three generations of disciples is going to challenge the second-generation brother Li Qiankun."
"It is said that Senior Brother Li Qiankun is also at the third level of Linghai Realm, and his cultivation is the same as Senior Brother Han."
"You say, who can win?"
"If it is inferred from the battle power list, Senior Brother Li Qiankun can definitely win."
"Not necessarily!"
News of the two fighting each other quickly spread.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of people gathered around Zongmen Square, looking at Li Qiankun and Han Yonghui who were facing each other dozens of meters apart.
They kept talking, discussing winning and losing.
"Senior Brother Han, you can definitely do it!"
"I think it's Senior Brother Li Qiankun who can win. After all, he is the twelfth in the combat power list, higher than Senior Brother Han who ranks fifteenth."
"Humph! Who told you that you can win if you rank high in the battle power list? There is no specific battle power, only the ranking. Maybe, the battle power of the two is almost the same?"
"Yes, maybe Senior Brother Li Qiankun's performance was unstable and he was easily defeated by Senior Brother Han?"
"Bold!"
The disciples present were divided into two factions.
One part supports Li Qiankun, the other part supports Han Yonghui, and there is a lot of quarrel.
Some disciples even tried to learn from each other on the spot.
If it wasn't for being pulled away, I'm afraid they would fight.
"Senior Brother Li, I'm going to take the shot first!" After a moment of confrontation, Han Yonghui took a deep breath and took the lead.
"You shoot!" Li Qiankun was very calm.
He has Wang Ping'an's poisonous milk halo, and he has just consumed a lot of evil spirits to deduce this match. He is very confident and confident.
Clang!
Han Yonghui drew his sword out of the scabbard and slashed it quickly.
In an instant, the sword wind whistled.
The atmosphere of the scene is imminent!
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