Cultivation of Immortality: Refining the Innate Spiritual Treasure at the beginning

Regarding Wang Zilin's defeat, the onlookers were not surprised. Those who dare to step onto the stage to challenge all the disciples of the sect must have certain strength.

Wang Zilin was considered a genius at the Golden Core stage, but his cultivation was two small realms behind others, so it was normal for him to lose.

In the early stage of the challenge, most of the disciples who came up to challenge were to see the gap between themselves and the real geniuses. After all, being able to face off against a genius is not something that happens often.

More than ten minutes passed, and seven or eight people had already entered the ring, and the inner disciples were defeated by Lin Cang with one move.

As time passed, a large number of disciples began to flock to the arena. Although most people consciously stood in the stands and acted as spectators, some people came to Han Mengjie's surroundings after entering the arena.

Given this opportunity to perform in front of a goddess, a suitor would naturally not let it go. What's more, these people are not blind. Every time Lin Cang defeats his opponent and glances at Han Mengjie with his naked eyes, they will naturally see it.

"This man is too arrogant. I'll go up and meet him!" Suddenly a young man in white flew towards the ring.

As this person went into battle, the disciples in the surrounding stands became obviously enthusiastic.

Unlike those who came to power before, the young man in white does not belong to the inner sect. Some old disciples have already figured out this person's identity through the identity token. This is a core disciple from Bingjian Peak.

As long as the inner disciples understand the sword intention, they can be directly promoted to the core disciples. This young man in white is the golden elixir perfection realm disciple who has understood the ice sword intention.

"I am Zhang Zhizhong, a core disciple of Bingjian Peak. I have reached the perfect state of the golden elixir. I would like to ask fellow Taoists for advice!"

After landing on the ring, the young man in white began to introduce himself to his family.

"You don't need to tell me your name until you defeat me. I can't remember the name of the loser!" Although Lin Cang treated the inner disciples arrogantly before, he at least still had some etiquette. But now facing the young man in white, he didn't even have the slightest bit of respect he deserved.

"Humph, you insulted me like this! I'll die!" Zhang Zhizhong became a core disciple at a young age, and his fellow disciples all respected him. Whenever he was insulted like this, he immediately became furious.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up in the ring, and a white black bird appeared above Zhang Zhizhong. Then a long sword appeared out of thin air and flew towards Lin Cang.

As Zhang Zhizhong launched his attack, snowflakes began to fall on the entire arena, and even the many spectators standing far away felt the cold.

The long sword flew out, and several transparent long swords made of ice and snow gathered around it, and they attacked the target together.

"You are so stupid!" Although Lin Cang despised the other party, he still solemnly manifested his spiritual root, which was a red eagle bathed in the sea of ​​fire.

The folding fan unfolded, and several flames flew out, easily blocking Zhang Zhizhong's sword. There were also several flames that defeated the long sword made of ice and snow, and then flew towards Zhang Zhizhong.

The white black bird spit out a stream of silver-white air from its mouth, which instantly turned into several sword energy, directly scattering the flames.

The first wave of testing attacks went as quickly as it came. Both sides were exposed, but neither was injured.

After retracting the sword, Zhang Zhizhong continued to attack.

Ice sword storm!

With a loud shout, the sword was swung randomly in his hand a few times. A tornado composed of countless ice and snow swords formed instantly and quickly pressed towards Lincang.

This is the sword intention. Using one's own sword as a guide, it transforms everything in the world into sword intention.

Lin Cang on the other side saw Zhang Zhizhong's big move and also urged the folding fan in his hand.

I saw that a fan bone on the folding fan suddenly lit up, and endless flames soared into the sky, turning into a fire sparrow to face the countless ice and snow swords.

Shadow of the Fire Bird!

Only then did Lin Cang call out the name of this move.

The flames collided with those ice and snow swords instantly, making countless roaring sounds.

Lin Cang has been inputting true energy into the folding fan, allowing a steady stream of flames to pour out of the folding fan, replenishing energy for the fire sparrow shadow in the sky.

On the other side, Zhang Zhizhong kept waving the long sword in his hand, and a large amount of ice and snow turned into a sword shape and merged into the tornado composed of the ice and snow long sword.

For a time, the situation reached a deadlock. Both of them had the intention of directly using this move to fight.

Although the two were locked in a confrontation, people in the stands could clearly detect that Lin Cang was calm at this time and even had time to observe the situation around him, while Zhang Zhizhong was already going all out.

In this way, it is clear at a glance who is strong and who is weak.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, the ice and snow tornado on Zhang Zhizhong's side weakened, and was finally defeated by the Suzaku phantom.

The move was broken and Zhang Zhizhong had to face the Suzaku shadow directly. He had no time to use his ultimate move at this time. The best solution is to leave the ring.

However, Zhang Zhizhong stood on the spot at this time, holding the sword in both hands and swinging it hard.

A pale sword energy soared into the sky, directly splitting the Suzaku phantom in half, but he himself was knocked off the stage by the residual power of the Suzaku phantom.

boom!

Zhang Zhizhong fell heavily to the ground, his clothes were in tatters, and he looked like a beggar.

The old man on the ring glanced at him from a distance and ignored him. This shows that Zhang Zhizhong was not fatally injured.

The first core disciple was defeated, and the expressions of those standing beside Han Mengjie changed slightly. We are all core disciples, and we all know how strong we are.

Zhang Zhizhong was defeated in the ring, and their chances of winning were not great, but no matter what, they could not retreat, let alone fight in front of the Ice Fairy.

Soon, another core disciple flew towards the ring.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed and six core disciples had been defeated.

At this time, the spectators in the stands were beginning to lose their composure.

"What's going on? Those core disciples usually look like they have their nostrils turned to the sky, but now they're all soft-footed shrimps!"

"There's something wrong with Lin Cang. No matter how powerful he is, he shouldn't be able to defeat so many core disciples so easily. Didn't he lose any energy in the battle?"

"These core disciples are also useless. I originally hoped that they could save face for our Tianjian Sect, but now it's better. Their face has been trampled under their feet!"

"What can we do? More than ten years ago, Han Mengjie lost to Chu Chanyi because of a problem with the magic weapon. If our sect loses again now, I will feel unable to hold my head up when I meet the disciples of the Beihai Sect in the future. Come."

"I have some impression of the folding fan in Lin Cang's hand. It seems to be the magic weapon of a great man in the Fusion period thirty thousand years ago. It is said that this magic weapon is made from the bones of more than a dozen fire-attribute birds. It is very powerful. I don't know. Why can Lincang be used!"

"If the core disciples can't defeat each other, then who in the sect can defeat Lin Cang!"

……

Faced with Lin Cang's strong defeat of many core disciples, the audience in the stands felt depressed.

But there was nothing they could do. The core disciples couldn't defeat Lin Cang, and they couldn't even go up.

Another core disciple was blown out of the ring by the flames. Lin Cang looked around proudly, and finally set his sights on Han Mengjie.

"Why, is there no one in the mighty Tianjian Sect who can fight? It seems that no one here can teach me!"

When Lin Cang stood on the ring and said this, it was a naked provocation.

Just when people were filled with righteous indignation, a voice rang out from the stands: "I'm just a clown relying on a magic weapon. I'm here to meet you!"