Chapter 24: Dare to Come Down and Die

Ling Chen looked at Ling Xian arrogantly, with a mighty expression on his face.

He has been favored since he was a child, and his aptitude is also good. In addition, he has been determined to be the next patriarch, so he naturally develops an arrogant and arrogant character.

After he heard that Ling Xian had seen through the Canglang Sword Art, his first reaction was disbelief. He majored in the Canglang Sword Art, which was famous in Qingcheng. Therefore, this sword art had a very high status in his heart. He even arrogantly believed that the Canglang Sword Art was the strongest sword art in the Xiu Xian world!

However, as more and more people around him began to talk about Lingxian's Great Breaking the Canglang Sword Art, he went to those who had witnessed them to verify them one by one before he had to accept this fact.

His self-confidence was shattered that day.

And when he learned that Ling Bai only cultivated the Canglang Sword Art to the second level, his self-confidence healed again.

When he thought about it, even if Ling Xian really broke the Canglang Sword Art, it would only be a second-level sword art. Ten times the second weight is naturally not the same.

Therefore, Ling Chen wanted to trouble Ling Xian wholeheartedly, and wanted to prove that the Canglang Sword Art could not be broken by a mere fifth-level Qi-refining cultivator, but more than that, it was a kind of jealousy.

He has always been the proud son of the Ling family, and he is highly expected by the older generation and revered and admired by the younger generation.

However, the Ling family suddenly appeared a genius who could see through the Canglang Sword Art. In the past few days, all he heard in his ears were those praise words that boasted of Ling Xian's excellent talent and savvy, and his heart was naturally full of jealousy. , jealous of Ling Xian's fame in battle, jealous of Ling Xian's unparalleled talent.

The feeling of falling from heaven to hell made him so much loved since he was a child, how could he, who was accustomed to listening to those words of praise, bear it?

Hence, the present scene.

He wants to prove that he is stronger than Ling Xian in front of everyone in the Ling family, let those praises come back to him, and let everyone turn around him.

Ling Xian looked at the contemptuous young patriarch, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't plan to participate in the competition."

"What did you say?" Ling Chen was startled.

"I said, I don't plan to participate in the competition." Ling Xian repeated, his voice a little louder than before.

One stone creates a thousand waves!

All the onlookers couldn't help being stunned, and there was an uproar immediately.

"What did he say? Not participating in the competition?"

"You heard it wrong. As a child of the Ling family, why don't you participate in the competition? You must know that this year's rewards are extremely generous."

"In my opinion, he is either conscious of his low cultivation and is afraid of losing face, or he is afraid of the young patriarch!"

"Haha, it must be like this, the young patriarch has a high cultivation base, he must be afraid that he will not be able to come down to the stage!"

Hearing the criticism in his ears, Ling Xian frowned slightly, but he didn't bother to explain, because he didn't take the so-called young patriarch in front of him at all.

His ambition is lofty, and above the clouds, he is not as short-sighted as Ling Chen. Ling Chen, who actually regards the Canglang Sword Art as a supreme law, is simply a frog at the bottom of the well.

"Listen to what they said, you must be afraid of this young master, trash is trash!" Ling Chen's face was full of disdain, thinking he was timid.

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and he did not intend to talk nonsense with him, and said lightly: "Whatever you think."

"Haha, Ling Xian, even if you don't participate in the competition, this young master will not let you go. I will not only make you lose face in front of everyone in the Ling family, but also abolish your cultivation and let you do it. Go back to that trash that can't cultivate!" Ling Chen smiled hideously, and what he said was extremely vicious.

Ling Xian had no intention to fight with him, but he was unrelenting. Not only did he want Ling Xian to feel ashamed in front of everyone's eyes, but he also wanted to abolish his cultivation.

Let him be a mortal!

What a ruthless thought, such a person is also worthy of being the next patriarch of the Ling family?

Ling Xian's eyes turned cold, just as he was about to display his invincible magic, he slapped Ling Chen to death, but suddenly heard a loud shout that sounded like thunder on the ground.

"The hour has come, the competition begins!"

The third elder Ling Tianao floated down from the high platform, he waved his sleeves, a boxy box fell on the ground, and said, "Anyone who participates in the competition, come here to draw the battle number."

"Hmph, just wait, this young master will definitely make you look good." Ling Chen conceived the vicious plan in his heart, turned around and walked into the martial arts arena.

The rest of the Ling family lined up in a long line, walked to the martial arts field one after another, and took out a wooden token from the square box. Because there were only forty-eight people participating in the competition this time, the numbers from one to forty-eight were written on it.

Soon, the forty-eight people had all drawn out their numbers and asked each other about the numbers of their close friends. Those who met a strong enemy were worried, and those who met the weak were shouting for luck.

"Very good, I don't think I need to go into details about the rules, you are all very clear." The third elder glanced at the spirited disciples of the Ling family, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Now, let me tell you that you are very concerned about it. The rewards for this year’s competition are very generous, you must have heard of it.”

"The first place in the competition will be rewarded with one token of Qingcheng Secret Realm and three 60% Qi Condensation Pills!"

"The second place in the competition will be rewarded with a token of the secret realm of Qingcheng, and the top three cultivation techniques of the Canglang Sword Art!"

"The third place in the competition will be rewarded with a token of Qingcheng Secret Realm and two thousand spirit stones!"

"The fourth to tenth place in the competition will each be rewarded with a 40% Guben Pill and a 40% Qi Condensing Pill!"

The children of the Ling family below heard such a generous reward, and Rao Shi had heard about it for a long time. At this time, he couldn't help but get excited, looking at the three elders with fiery eyes, trying to fight for the top three rankings.

Even the three direct descendants who usually have no shortage of cultivation resources can't help swaying. The secret realm token is nothing. Even if they are careless and can't win the top three positions, the family will secretly send them to them. The ones who were excited were three 60% Qi Condensing Pills, and three 60% Yuan Yuan Pills!

For this competition, the family can be said to have invested in the blood, 60% of the medicinal herbs of condensing qi and cultivating vitality. They can only get one in a year from small to large, but this time, they have The child took out six, how could they not make these three excited?

On the other hand, Ling Xian pouted slightly and was speechless.

Qingcheng Secret Realm token?

He already had it.

Qi Condensing Pill with 60% efficacy?

He can refine 70% of the medicinal effect with his eyes closed, and with a little snack, 80% of it is just within reach!

Is this also called richness?

Of course, for those Ling family disciples, it is indeed rich enough, but for him, it really does not arouse even the slightest interest.

"Okay, not much more to say, the competition officially begins!" The third elder smiled slightly and said, "The people who have drawn No. 1 and No. 48, please go to the No. 1 arena, and those who have drawn No. 2 and No. 47, Please go to ring two, and so on."

After he finished speaking, the Ling family disciples in the martial arts field were either sad, or eager to try, and stepped into their own arena.

The first round of competition officially began.

The second elder's daughter, Ling Fei, the favorite to win the championship, was in the first round, but before she could step into the ring, her opponent immediately abstained and conceded defeat, making Ling Xian, who was ready to watch the fun, depressed.

She became the fastest winner in the first match.

Next, the other five arenas are also quickly divided into winners and losers.

The second round of the contest followed.

This time, the other two direct descendants were among them. Ling Zhan's opponent had the fifth level of Qi Refining. If he hadn't met him, he should have won the top ten. Unfortunately, he met him in the second round. After fighting Ling Zhan and barely holding on for ten rounds, he was knocked off the ring by Ling Zhan.

The young patriarch's opponent, like Ling Fei in the first round, didn't even show his face, so he immediately abstained, leaving Ling Chen to stay on the field with a proud look, accepting stares.

With that dazzling look, Ling Xian shook her head and laughed, and the opponent voluntarily conceded defeat. Of course, he felt that he was not your opponent, but is it necessary to be so proud?

A real strong man will not be proud of his opponent fleeing without a fight, but will only be ashamed.

Shame versus that timid man!

The primary election ended soon, and twenty-four people competed in the next round, gradually reducing from twelve to six, and then from six to three. The remaining three were just the three favorites to win the championship. Fei versus Ling Zhan, this one is a bit interesting, both sides are at the sixth level of Qi refining, and their family background is not weak, so the fight is very fierce, and Ling Zhan who takes the road of body refining is even better.

Immediately, Ling Fei fought against Ling Chen. In this match, she knew that she was no match for Ling Chen, so she played a few rounds perfunctorily before admitting defeat and ranking third.

Next, is the final championship battle!

But Ling Xian had no time to watch. He searched for Ling Hu's figure in the crowd. At first, he thought that Ling Hu would participate in the competition, but until now, he has not seen him in the ring, so he turned his attention to Among the crowd of spectators who did not participate in the competition, Ling Hu was still not found.

"Why didn't he come to participate in the competition? Could it be an accident?" Frowning, Ling Xian was a little worried. Ordinarily, Ling Hu should not miss this competition, especially since he had specially explained to him that he must win the competition. Get the Secret Token.

Eighty percent of it was an accident.

"At that time, I should have followed him to buy spiritual pills. Could it be that someone discovered the huge spiritual stone on his body and was hijacked? Or, what happened to the aunt?" Ling Xian thought wildly and was not in the mood to continue. Watching the excitement, he eagerly walked towards Ling Hu's house.

However, just as he took a step, he was stopped by a figure.

It was Ling Bai.

He looked at Ling Xian with a bitter look on his face, and sneered: "Oh, the genius who broke the Canglang Sword Art is going to run away? The young patriarch has said that he wants to make you lose face in front of the whole clan. Where can you escape to?"

"It's none of your business." Ling Xian didn't want to entangle with him.

"Why is it none of my business?" Ling Bai smiled and said, "The young patriarch told me before that if you want to escape, let me stop you, and I also really want to see your whole clan's face ashamed. Gee, it must be wonderful!"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, get out of here!" Ling Xian snorted coldly.

"I don't want to get out, I want to watch you being humiliated by the young patriarch!" Ling Bai smiled wickedly.

Ling Xian didn't speak, just looked at him coldly, that murderous look made him shudder.

At this moment, a burst of cheers sounded, the first place in this family competition has been won, Ling Chen used the Canglang Sword Art, which he cultivated to the sixth level, to defeat Ling Zhan, who was not good at defense, and won the first place in the competition. .

He stood proudly on the No. 1 ring, enjoying the continuous cheers, arrogant, and invincible.

"If you want me to be ashamed in front of the whole clan, now is the best opportunity..." Ling Xian's eyes flashed, and she understood what Ling Chen meant by making her faceless. , he challenged himself, but he failed, then he could indeed ruin his reputation.

As expected, Ling Chen's eyes flashed a glimmer of pride that the conspiracy was about to succeed. He looked at Ling Xian in the audience with contempt, and shouted: "Ling Xian, do you dare to fight?"

The cheers stopped abruptly, and the martial arts field was silent for a few seconds, and then everyone's eyes turned to Ling Xian, with expectations and pity.

"As expected, since you don't know what to do, don't blame me for driving you into the abyss."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, a killing intent like ten thousand years of ice, accompanied by his icy words, gently spread out, instantly igniting everyone's passion!

"Do you dare to come down and die?"