Chapter 1799 Support the Scene

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"Boy, it's you again!"

A red-browed man looked at Lin Ming. This man was Yi Fan, who had conflicted with Lin Ming on the spirit ship.

He did not expect that Lin Ming would suddenly appear at the mobilization meeting of the Yuanmeng Battlefield. Is he tired of living?

According to the rules of the Xiaoji Palace, on such an important occasion, a low-level disciple jumped out and interrupted the speech of the deputy palace master, which was a sin of disrespect.

"Yu Luo, Yi Fan, do you know him?"

The white-robed elder looked at Yuluo and frowned.

"Yes……"

Yu Luo nodded her head hard. She looked at Lin Ming and said displeasedly, "Lin Mu, why aren't you cultivating well here, what are you doing here at the main peak?"

"Sister Yuluo," Lin Ming clasped his fists. "I heard that the original dream battlefield is about to open. I want to get a place and enter it. I don't know that there are no racial restrictions on entering the original dream battlefield?"

As soon as Lin Ming said these words, the audience fell silent.

Want to get a place and enter the original dream battlefield, who does he think he is!

"Hahaha! I laughed so hard, you are a human race, so arrogant! There are 9,300 people entering the original dream battlefield, and the list has been decided three months ago, except for the 3,000 nominated places. Besides, the remaining 6,000-odd places are all held by the disciples of the Xiaoji Palace, and they were determined after a series of screenings!"

"Every disciple of the Xiaoji Palace who has won a place is outstanding. They are the roost among the warriors of the same rank, and they look down on their peers! You want a place without a word, are you stupid!!"

Yi Fan laughed recklessly. Although his voice was arrogant, he also expressed the thoughts in the minds of the soul clan warriors present. They all felt that Lin Ming was an idiot with a watery mind.

"Oh? The quota has been confirmed?" Lin Ming didn't expect this to happen. Yuluo said before that one could enter the Yuanmeng universe from anywhere in the seventh-level universe of the soul clan.

Now it seems that there is no limit to the location, but if you want to enter the original dream universe, there must be other restrictions, not just anyone can enter.

Xiaoji Palace can only send 9,300 people, so there are probably even fewer disciples that smaller forces can send in.

Lin Ming's voice sank, and he said, "I just want to know, are there any racial restrictions on entering the Yuanmeng Universe?"

"What if you don't? You are not qualified at all!" Yi Fan sneered.

"Then... give me your qualifications!" Lin Ming looked at Yi Fan and said word by word, "Since the number of places was decided by the sect master, I am also a sect disciple, and if I beat you, the qualifications Are you ready?"

"you wanna die!"

Hearing Lin Ming's arrogant words, Yi Fan was furious.

With a sound of "clang", Yifan's long sword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Lin Ming!

"Since you can't wait to die, I will fulfill you!"

Yi Fan said and rose into the air, his eyes locked on Lin Ming's dantian position.

Originally, because of Lin Ming's injury, his inner world was chaotic, but now that Lin Ming has recovered from his injury, he did not deliberately hide his inner world, so that Yi Fan could see Lin Ming's cultivation at a glance.

"What? New to the Holy Master period? So you are a Holy Master period human?"

Yi Fan's words made all the disciples of the Xiaoji Palace slightly startled.

They all looked towards the location of Lin Ming's dantian, and they suddenly felt a faint cosmic aura.

That is the sign that the inner world turns into a starry sky and stars are born.

"In the early days of the Holy Master?" Yuluo's eyes flashed with surprise. It turned out that the Lin Mu he rescued was a warrior in the early days of the Holy Master.

In the soul world, there are not many human warriors in the Holy Master period.

Generally speaking, human warriors are only able to break through the Holy Master period under various luck and coincidences, coupled with their own extremely high talent, and the Holy Master period is often the end of human cultivation. It is almost impossible to step further into the world king level.

"Huh! What about the Holy Master period! No wonder you dare to break into the main peak privately, you think the Holy Master period is great? In the Xiaoji Palace, the Holy Master period is nothing at all! Besides, you are still a human Holy Master, and you can't enter at all. my eyes!"

What Yifan despised the most was the human race warriors. Human race warriors in the soul realm were indeed mixed very badly. Generally, they were not opponents of soul race warriors of the same rank, and even against soul race opponents with a lower realm, they might not be able to win.

What's more, Yifan is still the leader of the core disciples of the Xiaoji Palace, and the cultivation base is the peak of the late Soul Sovereign, and it is not far from the realm of the Holy Master.

He can get the place to enter the original dream battlefield, not through the big competition, but through the election, and he got the token directly.

A genius disciple of the Holy Land of the Realm King is enough to challenge him. Even the Holy Master of the Soul Clan is not his opponent, and the Holy Master of the Human Clan can easily kill him!

"Senior Sister Yuluo, this person has the way to die, and it makes sense for me to kill him. You can find another human race to study the virtual dantian!"

As Yi Fan said to Yu Luo, he suddenly slashed at Lin Ming with his sword.

His sword slashed at Lin Ming's Heavenly Spirit, and the sword light shot out, and in the sword light, Yi Fan also used his soul attack, in order to kill him with one blow!

Under such circumstances, so many sect disciples watched, if Lin Ming could not be wiped out with one blow, he would lose face even if he won.

And at this moment, Lin Ming also made his move.

In the face of a character like Yi Fan, Lin Ming didn't need to use any supreme divine weapons at all. He directly referred to the spear, and above his fingertips, a dazzling divine light was emitted.

At that moment, many disciples of the Xiaoji Palace felt unable to open their eyes, and the terrifying divine light, like a substantive spear light, shone between their eyebrows, and they all felt that their souls were trembling.

"Pong!"

The blood splattered, Yi Fan screamed and flew out, and the long sword in his hand also flew.

His body flew upside down hundreds of meters like a shooting star, slammed into an ice sculpture heavily, and the ice chips were blown up.

The scene between the lightning and flint made the audience silent.

The outcome of the battle was unexpected.

"Senior Brother Yi!"

Several disciples hurried over to investigate Yifan's situation.

Lin Ming kept his hand. On the site of Xiaojigong, of course he would not take Yifan's life, but this blow was enough for him to lie down for a while.

Since Lin Ming had already spoken out, to replace Yi Fan and enter the battlefield of Yuanmeng, it was of course the most suitable for him to lie down for a month or two with serious injuries.

"What's the matter, what happened just now?"

Many Xiaoji Palace disciples didn't even see how Lin Ming made his move.

"That human defeated Senior Brother Yifan with one blow! And he didn't use any weapons, he just fought the enemy with his bare hands!"

The disciples of the Xiaoji Palace looked at each other in dismay. They couldn't believe that Yi Fan, who was ranked the highest among the core disciples, was so defeated.

Although Yifan is only at the late stage of Soul Sovereign, his leapfrog battles have always been as simple as eating and drinking. Saying that he is equivalent to a Soul Clan warrior in the Holy Master period, no one will object.

But in front of that human being, he lost so thoroughly, the gap is too big.

"This human race warrior is also a genius! The same rank as the king, I am afraid that facing the middle stage of the Holy Master of the Soul Clan, the latter stage of the Holy Master, it is not much!"

"What you said is too exaggerated. If you say it like that, isn't he hopeful to break through the realm of kings?"

Realm king level, in the minds of Xiaoji Palace disciples, can be said to be a legend.

In the past millions of years, the sect has accumulated the only two remaining realm kings, and in the future, I am afraid that it will be difficult to cultivate a realm king to take over.

Want to break through the king, easier said than done?

"Anyway, he is definitely a master, I'm afraid he's not much worse than Senior Sister Yuluo!"

"Perhaps it can really be compared to Senior Sister Yuluo. Although he is said to be the Holy Master Battle Soul King, which has overwhelmed Senior Brother Yifan by a level, it is unbelievable that he can win so easily. A human being can reach such a level... …”

Lin Ming's shot just now was shot with his finger. Although it was only aimed at Yi Fan, the other warriors present felt like they had been pierced by the spear, and their hearts were horrified.

At this time, Yi Fan was still lying in the pile of ice slag, vomiting blood. He looked at Lin Ming, his vision was blurred.

"you you……"

"I just want your qualifications, I'm not interested in killing you." Lin Ming's voice was cold, he no longer looked at Yi Fan, but at the Deputy Palace Master of Xiaoji Palace.

"Senior Vice Palace Master, Yifan said before that there are no racial restrictions to enter the Yuanmeng Universe, right?"

Being questioned by Lin Ming, the white-robed old man's face was very ugly.

If Lin Ming was from the soul clan, and he defeated Yi Fan with one move, he would definitely be overjoyed and regard Lin Ming as a treasure.

But Lin Ming was a human race.

Although the Human Race disciples also belong to the Xiaoji Palace in name, in fact, there are no senior officials of the Xiaoji Palace, and they really regard the Human Race as their own. Non-my family, its heart must be different.

"Yes, there are no restrictions..."

The deputy palace lord's voice was low, and he looked at Yuluo.

Yu Luo was a little unbelievable. Lin Ming's strength was something she never expected.

Thinking of the place where Lin Ming was found before, Yu Luo felt a very strange feeling in his heart. Why did Lin Ming appear at the place where Bingchi was originally and was seriously injured? Was it just a coincidence?

"Uncle Third, it's like this..."

Yuluo's lips moved slightly, and he quickly told the deputy palace master Baipao of the discovery of Lin Ming through the sound transmission of his divine essence.

When the white-robed old man heard this, his brows trembled.

Such an outstanding disciple was not from the soul clan, which made him very depressed.

Otherwise, cultivate it well, maybe in the future, there is a real possibility of breaking through the realm king.

The white-robed elder looked at the elders of the Xiaoji Palace not far behind him.

These people are all senior elders of the Xiaoji Palace. They looked at each other and asked each other's opinions. Finally, the first elder of the Xiaoji Palace spoke up.

"Let him participate in the Yuanmeng battlefield. Although he is a human race, as long as he holds the battlefield token of Xiaojigong, he is even a disciple of my Xiaojigong. Among the 9,300 people who participated in the Yuanmeng battlefield this time, except for Apart from Yuluo and a few others, I am afraid that none of them can catch up with this human being, let him go and support the scene."

"Are you supporting the scene... Sigh, the human race is stronger than us. Has the Xiaoji Palace fallen to this point? It's really sad that it depends on the descendants of the human race to support the scene."

The elders of the Xiaoji Palace all said that their words were equivalent to confirming Lin Ming's qualifications to enter the battlefield of Yuanmeng.

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