Chapter 274 Respect

Lin Shang fell into the ring from the air, which caused a burst of exclamation. A few monks under the stage showed obvious surprise in their eyes, and many people fell down high in the air and joined the ranks of several monks next to the ring.

In a moment, Lin Shang's ring has become the one with the largest number of spectators in the 20 ring in the whole square. Although it is not a rubbing shoulder, it is also a sea of people. Many monks from the innate Shidan realm crowded together to observe the comparison between Lin Shang and the disciples of Nakui Xingshan.

Just when he fell on the ring, Lin Shang flew straight down without any cover-up.

Flying in the air is a sign of the innate golden elixir realm!

In the world of cultivation, if a monk with a low level of cultivation observes a monk with a high level, it is very beneficial to his future breakthrough, and may also feel something that he could not experience in the past.

But among this generation of monks, before participating in this decent alliance exchange conference, people had never heard of any monks breaking through to the realm of Jindan. And the Jindan monks of various sects are either the leaders of their respective sects or the highly valued elders. Not to mention fighting with people, it is difficult to meet them.

At this time, everyone saw a monk from the realm of innate golden elixir to participate in the test. Naturally, they gathered like ants smelling sweet ants, looking at Linshang with bright eyes, completely excluding the blue-faced man standing opposite Linshang from their sight.

As Linshang's opponent, Wan Ziliang is very depressed at this moment.

Although he knew in the morning that his opponent was a disciple of Xuantianzong, one of the decent five sects, and had long been ready to be easily defeated, at this time, when he saw that his opponent was actually a master of the innate golden elixir realm, Wan Zi still felt a sense of despair in his conscience.

He is the eldest disciple of the disciples of Kuixing Mountain, and his cultivation is the mid-term peak of the realm of innate Shidan. This cultivation, placed in the whole cultivation world of the decent generation of disciples, can also be regarded as a master. However, it is far from enough compared with those famous sects.

Those famous sects are not only stronger than their own small sects, but also far exceed their own small sects. I heard that among the five decent sects, every true disciple is a magic weapon. Those disciples with profound cultivation will be rewarded with the best magic weapon. The cultivation of Brother Lin of Xuantianzong in front of him is already a natural golden elixir, and his magic weapon is naturally the best magic weapon.

A monk at the peak of the middle peak of the innate real elixir realm holds a medium-grade magic weapon and compete with a congenital golden elixir realm with a top-grade magic weapon. Do you still have the right to decide whether to win or lose?

This Chinese magic weapon was also given to me by the master before going down the mountain in order to achieve a good result...

Master, it's not that the disciple doesn't work hard, but that the opponent is too strong!

The disciple can only stop at the second game!

But what happened to the long sword around his waist? Is it popular to wear a long sword among the five schools now?

When Wan Ziliang looked at Linshang desperately, Linshang was also looking curiously at his opponent today.

Unlike the people under the stage, their opponents are dressed simply, even simple. The gray cloth shirt is extremely conspicuous in the square that has lost its colorful clothes, and his ordinary face can no longer be found when thrown into the crowd.

It seems that this brother's sect is not a major faction. After all, not everyone has the luck to enter the sect...

Thinking of his Xuantianzong, Linshang couldn't help sighing and looking at Wan Ziliang's eyes, there was more complicated light.

Maybe this is fate.

Taking a deep breath, Linshang saluted Wan Ziliang and said seriously, "Xuan Tianzong Linshang, please give me more advice."

Wan Ziliang was stunned when he heard the words and saw Lin Shang salute him. He immediately arched his hand and said, "Kuixingshan Wan, Wan Ziliang, please give me more advice."

Wan Ziliang's panicked appearance immediately caused a lot of laughter from everyone on the stage. In their opinion, even if Linshang is a monk in the realm of the innate golden elixir, there is no need to panic so much. The test hasn't started yet. Are you afraid that he will suddenly take action? Besides, everyone is a decent disciple of the same generation in the world of cultivation, and there is no need to be so polite.

Everyone under the stage thinks like this, but who will understand Wan Ziliang's thoughts?

In Kuixing Mountain, even Wan Ziliang's master and the head of Kuixing Mountain, his cultivation is only the mid-term realm of the innate golden elixir. The remaining two Jindan monks are also the two highly valued elders of Kuixing Mountain. If the cultivation of the three people is nothing in the famous school, but in the small Kuixing Mountain, it is already a supreme existence.

For the master and the two elders, Wan Ziliang admired them from the bottom of his heart. With the passage of time, this kind of respect slowly extends from the three to all the innate golden elixir monks. In his opinion, all the monks in the realm of innate golden elixir are their own elders. How can an elder salute him?

Looking at Wan Ziliang with a panicked face and listening to the laughter of the people under the stage, Lin Sheng's sigh of fate became deeper and deeper, and she couldn't help but feel a little boring. With a straight face, he looked at Wan Ziliang seriously and said solemnly, "Brother Wan, I will not keep my hand in this game. Please don't leave any regrets in my heart. If others want to say something, then let them say it."

Wan Ziliang was stunned when he heard the words, and a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He was upright and said seriously, "What Brother Lin said is that thank you for your advice."

Linshang nodded, turned his eyes to the arbitration elder under the stage, and arched his hand and said, " Elder, it's time to start."

The white-haired arbitration elder pondered for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. With a wave of his right hand, the bell tripod sounded in unison, opening the prelude to the competition between Lin Shang of Xuantianzong and Wan Ziliang Kuixingshan.

Listening to the crisp sound of the bell tripod, Linsang's face suddenly flashed with a strong cyan light, and his body slowly floated into the air. The light from the two fists was so strong that it could hurt people's eyes. A breath containing the power of heaven and earth quickly appeared in the air and instantly expanded to the whole ring, Wan Ziliang on the opposite side was also shrouded.

pressed by Lin Shang's breath, a red tide flashed on Wan Ziliang's blue face. With a soft shout, a pale yellow three-inch sword appeared on his chest and slowly rotated in the air under the pressure of Lin Shang's powerful breath.

Seeing that the match was just beginning, the people under the stage stopped making noise one by one, held their breath, widened their eyes, and stared at Linshang with all kinds of eyes.

As time passed, the breath of the forest on the ring became stronger and stronger. Wan Ziliang, standing opposite the forest, was like a boat in the stormy waves. He couldn't help running around with the waves, but he could not rise a trace of resistance.

In front of Linshang's cultivation that surpasses the general Jindan strongman, Wan Ziliang completely fell.

Next to the ring, Yu Lianzhou, Ruan Mei and others stared at the forest on the ring, and their eyes were full of complexity.

"Brother Yu, Brother Lin..." Ruan Mei's face was pale at this time. Although she had long known that Lin Sheng was already a strong man in the realm of Jindan, she didn't expect that Lin Sheng was so powerful that she could not rise to resist just by her breath.

"Well, Brother Lin's practice method is different from ours. Sister Ruan, don't be discouraged. If we break through to the realm of innate Jindan, we don't need Brother Lin to make much difference. Yu Lianzhou sighed secretly and comforted Ruan Mei a few words, but he knew in his heart that even if he broke through to the realm of Jindan, he was still not as good as Linshang.

A monk who can kill the innate Jindan strongman before breaking through the realm. Even if he is now a Jindan strongman, what can he do? Isn't it going to end in a fiasco?

Besides, if you can break through, won't Brother Lin break through?

Ruan Mei naturally didn't know what Yu Lianzhou was thinking, but Yu Lianzhou's words also successfully comforted her. After taking a deep breath, his face gradually turned red, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. "Brother Yu, although Brother Lin's cultivation is profound, he now shows all his cultivation. Doesn't it all fall into the eyes of people with intentions?"

"With Brother Lin's current cultivation, he should not care about those." A trace of complexity flashed in Yu Lianzhou's eyes. At the same time, he straightened his face and said seriously, "Although some people will think that Brother Lin is very stupid, in the face of a monk in the middle of Shidan realm, he will go all out and does not know how to hide his cultivation. But in the ring, this is the only way to have the greatest respect for the opponent.

Respect...

Ruan Mei sighed gently and turned her eyes to a figure in white and called him a green flying sword.

Sister Su, he is such a man...

On the ring, Lin Shang's breath became stronger and stronger. Under the surprised gaze of the arbitration elders under the stage, the rising trend stopped until the breath reached a critical point. It was not until this until then that Wan Ziliang's eyes returned to Qingming. Looking at the god-like forest on the opposite side, he finally knew the gap between himself and him.

"Brother Wan, now is all my cultivation. Unlike you, I can't use magic weapons. Therefore, my strongest weapon is my pair of meat fists. You should pay attention to it. After stimulating all his strength, Lin Shang waved his fist, silently drew two blue lights and shadows in the air, and said seriously to Wan Ziliang.

Wan Ziliang heard this, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and finally stood firm with a trembling body. Then he hugged Linshang with a serious face and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Brother Lin, please give me advice!"

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The third update.