C308 Lin Zhe Tian Advanced!
C308 Lin Zhe Tian Advanced!
"Go, Zhe Tian, Chen Zhan, Xian Ling'er."
When the Mansion Lord finished speaking, the Punishment Elder and Deputy Mountain Lord looked at Lin Zhetian and the other two with a trace of expectation in their eyes. Now, they could only hope that the three of them could fight for the honor of Sword Mountain.
Hearing this, Lin Zhetian and the other two nodded. Chen Zhan was the first to step forward, but before that, he secretly glanced at Lin Feng and sighed. In the past, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Lin Feng, but now, he could only fight with Lin Feng's son. Was this the difference?
Lin Feng looked at Chen Zhan with an encouraging smile on his face. Finally, he looked at his son, his eyes filled with anticipation.
As Lin Zhetian and the other two took a step forward, the other five sects also sent out their own elite disciples. However, everyone from the Kylin Sect could only smile bitterly as they saw that one of the disciples they sent out was missing.
That disciple was naturally Song Yuan, but he was mercilessly killed by Lin Feng. They secretly remembered this grudge. If there was a chance in the future, they would definitely take revenge.
Although Song Yuan had been killed, there were still five spots in the Kylin Sect. These five disciples were all at the sixth level of Holy Spirit Emperor, which was very terrifying.
The Kylin Sect had sent people out, and the Immortal Slaughter Sect and the Feng Clan had also sent out four people.
"Who are the disciples of the God Clan?" Lin Feng looked in the direction of the God Clan. Lin Feng had a lot of good impressions of the God Clan. Back then, when the Kylin Sect, the Immortal Slaughter Sect and the Feng Clan teamed up to kill him, it was Tang Ye and Tang Ye's master who helped him.
Therefore, the only race that Lin Feng did not dislike was the God Clan. However, Tang Ye did not appear today, only Tang Chenggang.
Tang Chenggang looked at Lin Feng's surprised and puzzled gaze, and understood everything clearly. In the end, he smiled faintly and said to Lin Feng through the Sound Transmitting: "This little disciple is in closed door cultivation, preparing to break through to the eighth level of Holy Spiritual Emperor."
"Oh? Hehe, then I must wish Brother Tang Ye a breakthrough as soon as possible." When Lin Feng heard Tang Chenggang's words, he was slightly surprised and then sincerely said to the latter.
Hearing that, Tang Chenggang only smiled and did not say anything else. After all, the competition was about to start.
"The disciples of the six sects should compete first. The twenty disciples of the six sects will have ten spots to advance. The winner will advance and the loser will withdraw."
"First, Sword Mountain's Chen Zhan versus Kylin Sect's Ning Yuan." As the Mansion Lord's voice faded, Chen Zhan and Ning Yuan both took a step forward and instantly engaged in a chaotic battle.
The feud between the two sects had been going on for a long time, so neither side would hold back.
Lin Feng looked at Chen Zhan's battle, which was much more intense than before. He then looked at Ning Yuan, who was sent by the Kylin Sect. Although he was half a level stronger than Chen Zhan, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
Sure enough, after Chen Zhan and Ning Yuan exchanged a hundred moves, Chen Zhan suddenly formed a seal with his hands and a golden seal smashed onto Ning Yuan's body. The latter spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out of the fighting stage.
Chen Zhan won and advanced to the next round. Ning Yuan lost and withdrew from the competition for the top twenty of the Divine Ranking Preliminary.
Everyone from the Kylin Sect looked at Chen Zhan angrily, wishing they could tear him to pieces. However, Chen Zhan did not care about the gazes of these people. He only knew that he had entered the top 20 of the reserve list.
"That's right, next is the battle between the Immortal Slaughter Sect and the War God Clan." Mansion Lord's indifferent voice sounded out once again, and then, the disciples of the Immortal Slaughter Sect and the God Clan took a step forward, and a chaotic battle ensued.
In the end, the disciples of the God Clan were defeated, and the disciples of the Immortal Slaughter Sect advanced.
"Next match, the Dragon Sect versus the Kylin Sect."
"Next match, Feng Clan versus Immortal Slaughter Sect..."
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In the blink of an eye, six matches had already been held. Among these matches, Sword Mountain had only participated in one battle, and Chen Zhan had already advanced. Of the remaining five spots, two were from the Kylin Sect, one was from the Feng Clan, one was from the God Clan, and the last one was from the Immortal Slaughter Sect. Until now, no one from the Dragon Sect had entered.
"Next match, Sword Mountain's Lin Zhetian versus Dragon Clan's Long Xiao."
While everyone was talking about these matches, the Mansion Lord of the Duhu Mansion once again let out a deep shout. His gaze fell on Lin Zhetian and the other disciple of the Dragon Sect, Long Xiao.
Lin Zhetian's eyes focused, and then he looked at his opponent, Long Xiao.
Long Xiao also looked at Lin Zhetian, and then his eyes revealed a trace of ridicule. He only had the strength of the fourth level of Holy Spirit Emperor. How could such a person be chosen by the Sword Mountain? Could it be that there was no one else in the Sword Mountain?
Thinking of this, Long Xiao couldn't help but laugh coldly. The previous two disciples had lost their qualifications, and now his good luck was coming. With his strength as a sixth level Holy Spirit Emperor, how could he not be able to defeat a brat at the fourth level?
"Lin Zhetian, right?" Long Xiao took a step forward and stepped onto the stage. His eyes were filled with coldness as he looked at Lin Zhetian.
"That's right, I am Lin Zhetian." Lin Zhetian nodded and looked at Long Xiao.
"Hehe, Level Four strength? You think you are qualified to come here for the preliminaries? In my opinion, you should get the hell out of here, lest you get injured and cry to your parents, haha."
Long Xiao's words were filled with bitterness, causing Lin Zhetian's face to become even gloomier. Finally, Lin Zhetian took a deep breath and coldly shouted at Long Xiao: "Please teach me."
"Hmph, reckless trash, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish." Long Xiao looked at Lin Zhetian without flinching, and his eyes actually contained ridicule for him. It immediately made Long Xiao roar out in anger, and then he kicked out.
Lin Zhetian sneered, then threw a punch at the kick.
With a bang, the two of them collided with each other, but no one expected the result.
The arrogant Long Xiao was actually sent flying by Lin Zhetian's fist and almost fell out of the arena. Lin Zhetian was only forced back three or four steps, it was obvious who was stronger.
"I'm going to kill you, ahh!"
After being forced back by a Level-4 trash, Long Xiao's face immediately became sinister. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Lin Zhetian again. His thumb flashed with a cold light and flew towards Lin Zhetian's chest at an extremely fast speed.
"Shield weapon?" Lin Feng squinted his eyes as he watched Long Xiao use a hidden weapon without hesitation. This kind of method was despicable, but for the sake of victory, there was nothing he could say.
Lin Zhetian also felt the hidden weapon flying towards his chest. Before he could think about it, Lin Zhetian roared and formed a seal with his hands. A large golden seal flashed out, and with a cracking sound, the silver needle was bounced away. At the same time, the huge iron seal went straight for Long Xiao's chest.
Long Xiao's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly clenched his fists to resist. However, the sudden attack of the Divine Imperial Artifact made him have no time to defend at all. With a loud bang, a miserable scream spread throughout the entire battlefield, and Long Xiao's figure was sent flying out of the arena in a sorry state.
"This..."
Everyone who saw this result let out a cold breath. Obviously, they did not expect Lin Zhetian, who only had the strength of Level Four, to win so easily and defeat Long Xiao.
This way, only the last disciple of the Dragon Clan would be able to compete for the God Ranking Reserve List.
Seeing this, the Great Elder of the Dragon Sect was very calm, but he was a little unhappy, but he did not say anything. After all, this was because he was not skilled enough and could not be blamed on others. However, even though he thought this way, he still remembered Lin Zhetian.
Lin Zhetian's battle had completely built up his reputation, and no one dared to look down on him anymore. Of course, he was only referring to the disciples of the six sects. Most of the disciples of the five sects did not watch this battle. In their eyes, the disciples of the six sects were just a foil.
"Lin Zhetian won, advanced."