Family cultivation: a psychic mirror at the beginning

"Everyone, I am Li Qing. I believe everyone knows me."

"This time, I have been specially ordered by the Holy One to be responsible for presiding over the upcoming fighting competition."

A figure flashed into the arena.

Li Qing introduced himself to the spiritual roots and clan elders of the surrounding clans.

"This time, the fighting competition is the same as in previous years, but considering that some newly promoted immortal cultivating families may come to participate in this fighting competition for the first time.

I still have to patiently explain it to you. "

"A battle of fighting skills, two by two. The winner is promoted and the loser is eliminated.

During the competition, there are no restrictions on any rules or methods. The competition will end until one party dies or voluntarily admits defeat.

During the battle, no one is allowed to intervene without authorization, and any intervention will be deemed as a loss.

In addition, you will also be severely punished by my royal family. I hope you will remember it! "

"Next, it's the turn of the spiritual roots of each race to come on stage and draw lots. We will decide each other's opponents based on the draw."

After briefly introducing the rules of the fight, Li Qing just invited the spiritual roots of all races to participate in the fight to the stage to draw lots.

"Let's go! Shuang'er."

Liu Yantian took Liu Yanshuang straight to the ring, preparing to draw lots to choose their opponents.

"Brother Yan Tian, ​​what is your lottery number?"

"Number three."

"I'm Number Ten."

"It looks like we won't meet."

"This is good. Brother Yan Tian has become more powerful now. Shuang'er is no match for you."

Liu Yanshuang smiled playfully.

"You!"

Liu Yantian rubbed his sister's head with a doting look on his face, shook his head and laughed.

"Brother Yan Tian, ​​what number did you draw?"

Xia Changqing came forward with several Xia disciples and asked with a gentle smile.

"No. 3, I don't know, what number is Brother Changqing's lottery number?"

Liu Yantian asked with a smile.

He knew that he had not been able to meet him in the mountains, and the other party was planning to attack him in the next fighting competition.

"I am number 12, and I happen to be my opponent with Brother Yan Tian."

"Then for the upcoming fighting skills competition, I have to ask Brother Changqing to show mercy."

"Haha! Brother Yan Tian is joking, you should be more merciful."

Xia Changqing smiled heartily and replied humbly.

After some pleasantries, he took the other Xia disciples and left.

"Now, the drawing is over, please invite the spiritual roots of the first round to come on stage to compete."

In the arena, Li Qing said loudly as he saw the spiritual roots of each race drawing lots.

swoosh~

A figure flashed up, and it was Ye Xiaolin of the Ye family.

"Damn it! It's Ye Xiaolin!"

"I heard that his cultivation has now reached the ninth level of fetal breath. We are no match for him."

There was a family of immortal cultivators in the Yue Kingdom. Ling Genzi, one of the clan members, saw Ye Xiaolin on the stage and his expression was extremely ugly.

"Abstain! If you go on stage and fight, you will definitely die."

An elder of this family sighed.

In the end, the spiritual roots of their clan decisively chose to abstain.

"The Yu family from Lingdong chose to abstain, and the winner is Ye Xiaolin."

Seeing the spiritual roots of the Yu family in Lingdong, Li Qing announced loudly that he had chosen to abstain from fighting.

"Concession!"

Ye Xiaolin cupped his hands and returned to his original position to sit down.

"Now let's invite our opponents for the second round to come on stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Shanglin of the Lu family stepped onto the ring. With a sinister look, he stared coldly at the Wang family's children: "Wang Lilong, come out and fight! I know my opponent is you! This time, kill If I can’t help you, Brother Yuan, I will kill you!”

Among the Wang family's children, Wang Lilong was about to go on stage to fight. An elder from the Wang family beside him hurriedly grabbed him: "Lu Shanglin's cultivation has now reached the peak of the seventh level of fetal breath. You are far from his opponent. You will die if you go on stage!"

"Even so, I will fight."

"Sister Li Zhu died in the hands of that bastard!"

Wang Lilong gritted his teeth and his face was full of hatred. Regardless of the dissuasion of his family elders, he swept his body and went straight to the stage.

As soon as he took the stage, before Li Qing could announce the start of the fight, Wang Lilong took the lead in attacking with his sword.

A sword energy several feet long suddenly broke through the air and struck Lu Shanglin on the opposite side.

"Hmph! A little trick!"

Lu Shanglin snorted coldly and swiped the short black gold stick in his hand, easily shattering Wang Lilong's sword energy.

"Your sword is far inferior to Wang Liyuan!"

"It's a pity that Wang Liyuan is not here. Otherwise, he will definitely die in this fight!"

One stick defeated Wang Lilong's sword energy, and Lu Shanglin's figure appeared silently behind Wang Lilong.

The speed was so fast that Wang Lilong had no time to react.

Just as he was about to turn around, he raised his sword to resist.

But after all, he was still a step too slow. The stick with a powerful momentum swept towards him and hit him on the chest.

puff~

Wang Lilong's body flew backwards instantly, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

As soon as his body stabilized, Lu Shanglin quickly came closer and slammed down with a stick, hitting Wang Lilong hard on the head.

This stick almost smashed Wang Lilong's head into pieces. He was completely stunned and staggered backwards.

Blood oozed from all the orifices.

"The gap is too big!"

"Yes! Wang Lilong's cultivation strength is only at the sixth level of fetal breath. How can he defeat Lu Shanglin, who is at the peak of the seventh level of fetal breath?!"

All around, the spiritual roots and elders of various clans who were watching the battle were talking about it.

Just two simple matches were enough to show the huge gap between Wang Lilong and Lu Shanglin.

"Last time, if that bitch hadn't protected you, do you think you could have survived till now?!"

Seeing that Wang Lilong couldn't bear the two simple attacks, Lu Shanglin sneered to himself, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense.

"You are not allowed to insult Sister Li Zhu!"

Wang Lilong supported his body and roared with red eyes.

"So what if I'm insulted? What can you do to me?"

Lu Shanglin looked like he was crazy, and swung his stick again, hitting Wang Lilong in the chest.

Click~

This stick directly broke Wang Lilong's ribs inch by inch, and his internal organs were completely shattered and shattered.

Wang Lilong, who no longer had the strength to support his body, fell heavily into a pool of blood, breathless.

"Admit defeat! My Wang family admits defeat!"

Seeing that Wang Lilong's life was hanging by a thread, an elder of the Wang family quickly stood up and shouted.

Although admitting defeat in public would harm the face of his Wang family, he couldn't care less.

In the ring, when Lu Shanglin saw that the Wang family was about to admit defeat, would he give them the chance to rescue Wang Lilong at will?

Carrying the black gold short stick, he rushed forward again.

A stick filled with murderous intent violently smashed down at Wang Lilong, who was lying on the ground, trying to break the opponent's head.

Qiang~

Unfortunately, this stick was blocked by Li Qing who appeared in time.

"Why stop me?"

Lu Shanglin looked ferocious.

"The Wang family has admitted defeat."

Li Qingyun replied calmly.

"I don't allow it!"

Lu Shanglin ignored him and vowed to kill Wang Lilong to vent his anger.

Just as he was about to continue killing, a wisp of coercion in Li Qing's body was released, suppressing him to the ground on the spot: "If you act recklessly, you will be disqualified!"

"Just cancel it, who cares?!"

Lu Shanglin, who was brutally suppressed, showed pain on his face and responded indifferently.

"Shang Lin, come back."

Outside the ring, Lu Zhengqiang shouted in a deep voice.

"But, dad..."

"I asked you to come back, don't you understand?!"

Lu Zhengqiang's expression turned cold.

Lu Shanglin was frightened and suddenly sobered up a lot.

After Li Qing removed the pressure, he just left the ring aggrievedly.

"Lilong."

The Wang family's children and clan elders hurriedly stepped onto the ring to check Wang Lilong's injury.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm useless. I can't kill that Lu Shanglin, and I can't avenge Sister Li Zhu."

Wang Lilong, who had blood oozing from his throat, looked at his uncle and brothers, his face full of self-blame and guilt.

"Stop talking and take the healing pill first."

"It's useless. The bone has pierced the heart. Don't waste the elixir, uncle."

"Don't be discouraged, the family will never let you die easily."

The old man from the Wang family had a solemn look on his face, and he quickly left with the seriously injured and dying Wang Lilong in his arms. The other Wang family members also left in a hurry.

"Interesting, the hatred between the Wang family and the Lu family seems to have deepened again!"

"That's fine. It saves the Liu family a lot of trouble. It's best if the dog bites the dog and they die together."

Liu Yanshui, who witnessed everything on the field, was thinking in her heart.

While Liu Yanshui was calculating in his mind, Liu Yantian on the side had already boarded the ring.

And Xia Changqing has been waiting for it for a long time.