My Heaven-Defying Spirit

Meng Xueer was startled for a moment, but she came to her senses after a moment, and the long sword in her hand emitted a sharp sword light again. At this time, she decided not to hold back, because the boy in front of her was definitely not as simple as he seemed on the surface.

"Since you insist on a fight with me, I will not hold back. If I harm your life later, please jump off the stage immediately."

Although Meng Xueer had a pure and innocent face, she kept urging Ming Huaishang to step down, as if Ming Huaishang was a piece of fragile paper that could be easily manipulated by her.

Ming Huaishang, who was not far away, initially thought that the girl had good intentions, but the fact that she kept muttering these words made him feel a little irritated.

"Let's fight, I will never leave the ring."

Ming Huaishang's eyes were like the sea, and his fighting spirit soared to the extreme, and he did not give in at all.

Meng Xueer, who was not far away, shook her head helplessly, holding the long sword against her chest. A powerful force of ice and snow swept over, instantly making everyone in the audience tremble.

The Art of Ice Luan Facing the Phoenix is ​​a kind of martial art created based on the natural magical powers of a pseudo-divine beast. When it is performed, ice and snow will fill the surroundings, the space will become cold and stagnant, and everything can be frozen!

But Meng Xue'er's Bingluan Chaofeng Jue obviously hadn't been cultivated to that level yet. Although the icy air that spread around her restricted Ming Huaishang's movements,

However, the black and white seeds in his body quietly emerged from his sea of ​​consciousness, instantly causing Ming Huaishang's blood to boil, counteracting the icy energy.

Meng Xueer rushed forward quickly, slashed out with a sword, the power of ice spread out, and with a cold murderous aura, she slashed towards Ming Huaishang

Although the black and white vision in Ming Huaishang's body offset the icy energy, the things outside his body were indeed frozen by the ice in the field.

Ming Huaishang's shoes were stuck to the ground, and his clothes became stiff.

But he was not panicked at all, because his body was not affected, and he could use the meteorological skills. Then he punched out with the meteorological fist, and the ice on the ground cracked. The meteorological circle blasted out air waves that shook the ground on the martial arts field and covered it with cracks.

Under Meng Xueer's astonished gaze, Ming Huaishang exerted the power of thunder, and rolling thunder spread out from around his body.

The ground beneath Ming Huaishang's feet was shattered by thunder, leaving a groove. Immediately afterwards, his body flashed over and suddenly appeared beside Meng Xueer.

The speed was so fast that Meng Xueer didn't even notice Ming Huaishang had appeared beside him.

Then, his fist glowed green, and he punched the girl on the shoulder with a powerful and sharp punch. However, when it touched her body, the force weakened a little.

Then, Meng Xueer's body flew backwards, flew straight out of the barrier, and fell to the ground.

But everyone was silent, and then there was an uproar.

Luo Yuan, who was not far away, smiled faintly.

"That little fellow named Bufan is a good candidate, but his realm is a bit low. If the girl hadn't underestimated the enemy, the little fellow wouldn't have won the victory so easily."

Then, Luo Yuan stared at Ming Huaishang on the martial arts field with great interest. His eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars, as if he wanted to see through Ming Huaishang.

"What kind of body does this little fellow belong to? His physical strength is so strong, could it be the same kind as Hong'er's Holy Glory Body?"

However, he was wrong about this. Ming Huaishang's physical strength came entirely from the power he gained from tempering the power of thunder in the Qilin ruins.

Even Ming Huaishang himself does not know the power that his divine body can exert.

Meng Xueer, who was knocked out of the ring by Ming Huaishang's punch, had a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She struggled to get up from the ground and said in a weak voice:

"I lost"

"First game, extraordinary, wins!"

Then, in the air above the martial arts arena, the old man who was presiding over the competition made a clear sound.

There was no noise or cheering from the audience, and the contestants only had a faint cold expression on their faces.

Ming Huaishang was not surprised by this, because everyone who could come to participate in this competition was here to compete for the last spot, so no matter whether it was the crowd or Ming Huaishang himself, they would regard the others as opponents.

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As time passed, the first round of the 64th to 32nd round competition ended quickly, and Ming Huaishang also successfully advanced.

Today's final round of competition is for the 32nd to 16th place.

The competition is divided into three days. The 16th to 8th and 8th to 4th will be held tomorrow.

The finals will be held on the last day, and this is also to allow the contestants to show their strength in the arena in the most dazzling manner at their prime.

As the second round of random draws began, Ming Huaishang looked at the wooden stick in his hand, which clearly showed an eight. The competition for the 32nd to 16th place officially began.

This time Ming Huaishang had plenty of time, so he went to find out about his opponent. After some investigation, he found out that his opponent was a man in the early stage of Qi Condensation Realm. He did not come from any sect or family.

The man was a casual cultivator, not very advanced, and not very good-looking, so Ming Huaishang easily defeated him in this battle.

The first day of competition ended one after another. Based on today's battle, Ming Huaishang had vague signs of a breakthrough, so he returned to his room and sat cross-legged to practice.

In the main city of Luocheng, in a dim room, a candle was lit, and a young man in white was sitting there lazily.

This person was none other than Luo Yuan. In front of Luo Yuan stood a red-haired young man, Luo Hong.

Luo Yuan's face was full of fatigue. He said softly to Luo Hong in front of him:

"Hong'er, your time is running out. The future of Luocheng will depend on you. Remember, even though you have a divine body, as long as you practice diligently, your future achievements will not be lower than mine."

At this point, Luo Yuan's face became melancholy.

"But you have to remember that I, your father, was able to defend Luocheng for a hundred years, not just by myself."

Luo Hong wondered

"If father doesn't rely on his own strength, then what does he rely on?"

In Luo Hong's heart, strength represents everything. As long as he possesses strong enough strength, he can be proud of everything in the world and does not need to look at anyone's face!

Luo Yuan smiled faintly.

"It is true that cultivating immortals is based on strength, but one must also know how to judge people and things."

Then he turned his eyes and slowly walked outside, looking at the bright stars in the sky, and sighed.

"It's too difficult to walk on your own. Maybe you don't understand it now. If you want to protect Luocheng's century-old foundation, you need a few people who can only trust TOEFL."

Luo Yuan patted Luo Hong on the shoulder and said with a smile

That night, Luo Hong did not sleep all night. He could not figure out what his father said to him meant. But in his heart, he always had a belief, that is, to work hard to become stronger, become a lion, and protect Luocheng!

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