Chapter 230 Linghuazong Is Nothing More than That
After half an hour, the head of Xuanyuan and Duguyi arrived.
The head of Xuanyuan stood on the stage and said a few polite words, nothing more than welcoming the visit of the Tianmen faction, and then the nonsense of friendship first and competition second.
After the polite remarks, we began to enter the main topic, and the test officially began.
The people from the Tianmen sect were obviously well prepared. As soon as the head of Xuanyuan stepped down from the ring, a male disciple of the Tianmen sect jumped onto the ring.
"I am a new disciple of the Tianmen School, Wang Dongliang, who is at the seventh level of Spirit Refinement. Which one of the Linghua Sect is willing to come up and learn a thing or two with me!"
The four major sects are almost simultaneously conducting the entry test, so this Wang Dongliang is also a new disciple who has been enrolled for less than a year. It is natural for Linghua Sect to find a person with a matching identity to take the stage to challenge.
"Mo Zuo, a new disciple of Dongfeng of Linghua Sect, go to battle." Elder Qu knew more about these new disciples, so Sect Master Xuanyuan handed over the arrangement of candidates to him.
A male disciple wearing Linghuazong's outer sect costume jumped onto the ring, and the two cupped their hands. After routinely reporting their names, they were about to start. Suddenly, Yun Chujiu screamed.
Immediately, both the two people on the stage and the people around them turned their attention to Yun Chujiu.
Yun Chujiu looked around and laughed dryly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I had a nightmare just now! I dreamed that the people of the Tianmen sect were constantly tricking, what sneak attacks, pretending to be dead, poisons, hidden weapons Ah, Fu Zhuan, it just woke me up! Senior Brother Mo, you must be careful! There is no father and son in this battlefield, so you can't be soft-hearted to him!"
Wang Dongliang was half-dead. Why did these words sound so awkward? Don't say anything else, just say that there is no father and son in the battlefield. Who is the father and who is the son? !
Mo Zuo was already extremely smart, so Yun Chujiu naturally understood the subtext, so he was a little wary.
Sure enough, after the two started to fight, Wang Dongliang made a false move and threw three golden needles, heading straight for Mo Zuo's face.
If it wasn't for Yun Chujiu's previous reminder, Mo Zuo would definitely be hit, but he was mentally prepared, he leaned back, avoided three golden needles, and formed a seal in his hand, five winds of wind. The blade went straight to Wang Dongliang.
Wang Dongliang thought that his golden needle would succeed, but he neglected his precautions for a while. Although he dodged the four wind blades in embarrassment, he was still cut on the abdomen by the edge of one wind blade.
Wang Dongliang screamed, hurriedly took the hemostatic pill, and then said with a pale face, "I admit defeat!"
Duguyi's face was gloomy, and he sent another disciple to the ring.
Seeing the tricks, Elder Qu also sent a disciple with corresponding spiritual power to appear.
After such a few rounds, both sides have their own winners and losers. Linghuazong has a slight advantage due to the favorable location and the people, and the score becomes five to four.
The next round is very important. If Linghuazong wins, then the competition will be won. If Tianmen Sect wins, then both sides can only try one more round.
Everyone never expected that this crucial round of the Tianmen faction actually sent a beautiful woman to the stage.
The woman is beautiful and refined, like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, but with a arrogant look on her face: "Su Yanran, a new disciple of the Tianmen sect, the eighth level of spiritual refining! Who will fight me?"
Yun Chujiu looked at it, and it was really the Su Yanran she knew.
Eighth level of spiritual refining? This Su Yanran seemed to have some adventure, otherwise it would not have been possible to rise from the fifth level to the eighth level in just over half a year.
Elder Qu had some difficulties. The new disciple was only Liao Chuan at the eighth level of Spirit Refinement, and he had just broken through half a month ago. Su Yanran on stage looked like he had reached the late eighth level. The ninth floor is one step away, and most of us are going to lose this game.
Sure enough, after Liao Chuan came to power, despite his strong support, after dozens of rounds, he was hit in the abdomen by Su Yanran and could only admit defeat.
Su Yanran smiled coldly and arrogantly: "Linghuazong, that's all! Our Tianmen faction is still up to me in the trial round. I don't know which Linghuazong will come to power to fight me?"
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