I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

This is really getting more and more exciting.

Unexpectedly, the little disciple of Qian Ling who had just established the foundation actually defeated the golden core of Molinjiao. This time, Qian Ling won three times in a row. According to the gentleman's agreement just now, is this golden silkworm cocoon Han Chen Luo really going to hand over to others? no?

Qiu Yeyang called Feng Ling to fight just now, but he also had the mentality that this little evil would be over if he died anyway. He never thought that he could build the foundation and break the golden core, and turned the victory in one fell swoop.

Looking at Feng Ling who was standing on the stage and beckoning to this side, for the first time, he felt a little admiration for him, leapfrogging to win, which is a very rare case in the entire cultivation world. Unexpectedly, in just a few months, in It happened twice in front of him.

What's more, I didn't expect that it was Hu Yibai once and him once.

Hua Jieyu looked at the ghost face covered in blood and was dumbfounded. Although the ghost face was late in teaching, its cultivation level was far higher than that of him and Gu Lingzi. Even the ghost face was injured like this. Wouldn't it be even worse for sparring?

Immediately stroking his fair and tender face, he was a little grateful.

He still didn't forget to tease Gu Lingzi who was at the side: "See, he doesn't care about Jindan, you just rushed to let him have a limit to his own strength, okay?"

Gu Lingzi stared back angrily: "I didn't let him, it's because our snake race is naturally afraid of birds of prey! I was suppressed by his phoenix breath on the stage just now, didn't you see that my little snakes are all wilting?"

This time Qianling won three rounds in a row, Qiu Yeyang looked at Han Chenluo and sneered: "If that's the case, then we won't be polite."

As he said that, he was about to close the barrier.

Han Chenluo suddenly said: "Wait a minute, there is still one person who didn't play."

Everyone at the scene showed disdain when they heard the words, Qiu Yeyang sneered, looked at Yu Wuxiu behind him and said, "You only brought four people with you, why, is it possible that Yu Wuxiu is still playing?"

As we all know, Yu Wuxiu was already a Nascent Soul when he rebelled from Jiyin Pavilion, and with the help of Han Shenluo, he was reborn, and now his cultivation has reached the level of a god.

Not to mention Qianling's disciple, even the four masters may not be able to beat him.

I knew that Han Chenluo was like this mangy dog, but I didn't expect him to be so obedient and blatantly go back on what he said.

Han Chenluo stood up slowly, and what he said was even more earth-shattering: "It's not him, it's me."

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All of a sudden there was complete silence in the audience, everyone looked at Han Chenluo with unbelievable eyes, and some even couldn't wait to use their eyes to verify the people around them, did they hear hallucinations?

Han Chenluo actually wants to play in person? !

Except for Yun Kuo, who had a paralyzed face, almost everyone on the field showed an expression of disbelief.

This is simply a rogue's mother opening the door for a rogue, and the rogue has arrived home!

There is no one before or after.

Even an elder who was nearly five hundred years old on the field was dumbfounded by him and spoke incoherently.

Qiu Yeyang narrowed his eyes, his voice was ruthless, and every word was extremely cold: "Han Chenluo, don't bully others too much."

Han Chenluo went to the spare sword stand next to the sword trial field, picked up a wooden sword casually, and pulled out a rather clumsy sword flower in his hand.

It has to be said that judging by the way he holds the sword, it is not as good as even a beginner disciple.

The disciple Qian Ling who was going to pick up Feng Ling stood aside and said strangely: "Does this person know how to use a sword, or is he deliberately grandstanding?"

How could it be possible that the left protector of Molinjiao can't even hold a sword?

Standing behind Hu Yibai's eyes dimmed slightly, Han Chenluo really didn't pretend, because he didn't know how to use a sword at all.

He looked worriedly at Feng Ling on the stage, the worst thing happened, Han Chenluo really wanted to make trouble.

Moreover, this person has ulterior motives. In the original book, only the former lord of the Qianling Sect can stand against him. I don't know if Yun Kuo is his opponent.

Han Chenluo walked slowly onto the stage, his gaze slowly gliding over the sword with his hand wrapped in black cloth, as if he was speaking to Feng Ling, and also as if he was explaining to all the unknown people in the audience: " Although Han has served as a Dharma protector for many years, he has never practiced any spiritual methods, in terms of qualifications."

Speaking of this, he laughed to himself: "Maybe I can't even meet the entry qualifications of the various sects and sects here, so don't worry about fighting me. Putting aside the status of Dharma protector, I am just a disease that is not as good as ordinary people." It's just a seedling."

A disciple in the audience said disdainfully: "Nonsense! How could the Molinjiao allow an ordinary person to be a Dharma protector, bullying the weak! Pigs and dogs are inferior!"

"Yes! Pigs are not as good as dogs!"

As soon as these words came out, all the Qianling disciples immediately raised their arms and shouted in unison with the enemy.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Han Chenluo suddenly walked up to the test spirit crystal ball and pressed his hand down.

Originally, in order to prevent some students from cheating by carrying other magic weapons on their bodies during the competition, four crystal balls were specially installed at the four corners of the sword-testing platform, so as to sense the fluctuations of spiritual power around them at all times and give early warning of cheating behaviors in time.

The spiritual power of the person itself will appear as white light, while the spiritual power of the elixir and instrument will appear as a mixed light, and then it will be clear at a glance which is right and which is not.

Unexpectedly, after Han Chenluo pressed down, there was no response from the test spirit crystal ball, and even a faint light did not light up.

Someone around questioned: "You must have broken the crystal ball by casting a spell!"

Han Chenluo looked at the children gathered under the stage, and was not angry. Instead, he glanced at Feng Ling opposite with interest: "They suspect me, or you can try it together?"

Feng Ling looked sideways at the main seat, saw that Yun Kuo nodded slightly, and then walked to the crystal ball. The two put their hands on the crystal ball at the same time, and a dazzling white light suddenly lit up on Feng Ling's side. Luo still didn't respond.

The other disciples couldn't help being amazed, this...how is this possible!

The crystal ball didn't respond, which meant that Han Chenluo was just a mortal with no magic power, which was impossible!

Standing in the crowd, Hu Yibai showed surprised expressions along with everyone, but there was not much disturbance in his heart.

Han Shenluo belongs to the rare "empty god body" in the world. Let's use an analogy: Everyone is born with a body like a water cup. Some cups are tall, some cups are short, and some cups have flaws. That's a gap.

And a cup with the qualification of cultivating immortals must be free from any flaws, and must reach a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach. Only through practice can the water in the cup be increased little by little. When the water in the cup reaches a certain height one day, you can cross the border. Tribulation becomes a fairy and becomes a god.

It can be said that the height of the cup is determined innately, and the highest point of each person is destined from the moment of birth.

To a certain extent, marrow washing and bone replacement can repair the flaws of the water cup or increase the height, but this process also risks the water cup being fragmented due to excessive force.

Just like the last time he used the red-eyed ghost mushroom, any change of fate against the sky would be a narrow escape.

But the 'empty divine body' is not in the category he just mentioned. The human body of the empty divine body is not a cup, but a natural puddle of water, filling the whole body like a mess of spiritual power.

If you really want to measure it, the spiritual power possessed by the empty god body is infinitely equivalent to that of a true god.

It sounds like there is only a thin line between the empty god body and the true god, but in fact this line is a natural moat that can never be crossed.

Even between life and death.

Because all 'empty gods' are theoretically impossible to be born alive.

Among the current Six Realms, the only exception that survived was Han Shenluo.

It can be said that this alone is enough to make everyone jealous.After all, no one knows how he survived that year.

However, as the name suggests, Kong Shenbody is a body that Kong has a pair of "god-level spiritual power" but has nowhere to display it.

Because the body does not have any spiritual bones and veins for spiritual power to rely on, it is difficult to achieve even physical training, so for so many years, Han Chenluo is just an ordinary person with no cultivation, or to be more specific - nothing Immortal living dead with no cultivation base

This person was completely insane, regardless of his fragile constitution, he cut his wrists with a knife and bled blood, and then used his blood with mellow spiritual power to refine all kinds of monsters and weird monsters.

You say he is bad, but he never kills. Even when others curse and insult in person, he just explains and responds with a smile.

You say that he is not bad, but he is the person who bears the most murders in the entire Six Realms.He never asks about cause and effect when he does things, he only wants to be happy for a while.

According to the judging rules of the Yao Mountain Realm, Han Chenluo is indeed not enough to be a junior disciple, but he is an 'empty god body' after all and full of intrigues, asking him to compete with a teenage doll, saying that he has no heart No one believes in ghosts.

The Qianling disciples all turned their attention to Yun Kuo, who was in charge, hoping that he would stop agreeing to this lunatic's ridiculous request, but Yun Kuo said again: "How does Deputy Sect Master Qiu feel?"

Qiu Yeyang: "..."

Just now he was avenging his personal revenge, Feng Ling built the foundation and broke the golden core, and finally won by a narrow margin.No matter how much he hates this little bastard, it's not too much to let him fight Han Chenluo.

After all, he is also Qianling's disciple.

He just wanted to ask Qing Fan to replace Feng Ling, but he didn't expect that Feng Ling, who had a face of indifference just now, suddenly stared at Han Chen Luo with red eyes and said: "The disciple applies to continue to fight."

The disciples in the audience stared wide-eyed.

"You are crazy, Feng Ling!"

"You're done, come down!"

"You have already won, don't compete any more!"

Hu Yibai looked at Feng Ling with red eyes, and frowned slightly. At the moment when the two of them staggered their shoulders, Han Chenluo must have said something to Feng Ling, otherwise his mood would not have changed so quickly.

The competition stipulates that if someone wins three games in a row, they can add another game to continue the competition. If they win again, they will directly advance to the finals.

This time it was Feng Ling's request, and according to the rules, he would continue to compete in the next round.Qing Fan and several other senior disciples applied to replace Feng Ling, but were also repelled by Qiu Yeyang's look.

Seeing the formation of an enchantment on the sword-testing platform again, sealing the two of them inside, everyone couldn't help crying as they watched the gradually closing boundary wall.

What the hell is Feng Ling going to do!

The sound inside the enchantment cannot be heard outside the enchantment.

Han Chenluo smiled and said: "I only said that I knew the murderer of Feng's family, but I didn't say that I must tell you. You are so anxious to compare with me, are you too impulsive?"

The Si Kuang sword in Feng Ling's hand beeped continuously with the sword energy radiating out, staring at Han Chenluo's eyes, it was full of hatred, which was completely different from the usual calm and self-sufficient state.

"If you don't say it, I'll beat you until you say it."

Han Chenluo: "Didn't you Qian Lingzong stipulate that you should not fight with ordinary people who have no cultivation level, so you are violating the sect's rules?"

Feng Ling: "That's an ordinary person, are you human?"

Han Chenluo smiled, gently raised the wooden sword in his hand, and placed it symbolically in front of him.

At the beginning of the competition, the Qianling disciples stationed outside the barrier refused to retreat. Qiu Yeyang on the seat was about to hoarse his voice, but even Qing Fan, who was in charge of maintaining order, united with these brats and died. Staying outside the barrier, openly disobeying his orders.

At the beginning, the competition was normal, Feng Ling's thoughts were crazy, and he chopped Han Chenluo to the ground, and several times he picked up the wooden sword by rolling and crawling, like a dog in the water with its tail between its legs. Everyone in the audience roared with laughter.

But then things gradually went wrong.

Feng Ling was supposed to cut off the dog's head with his sword, but he didn't expect to take the sword back halfway through the cut, but suddenly turned around and slashed at the corner where no one was around.

Han Chenluo tidied up his messy cloak, and looked at him behind him with his shoulders folded.

Seeing him constantly attacking the barrier wall, stabbing himself with sword energy in a frenzy, his body was scratched bloody, and he continued to slash at the non-existent person regardless.

"Feng Ling is behind!" Even though he knew he couldn't hear him, the disciples in the audience couldn't help shouting.

But Feng Ling didn't seem to see them outside the barrier at all, and only saw the crazy killing in his eyes, trying to subdue Han Chenluo and force him to confess the real culprit who killed his family back then.

Han Chenluo didn't attack Feng Ling, but just stood on the side and looked at him silently, watching Feng Ling use his own sword to make himself scarred and fall into madness step by step.

And he was quiet, as if watching a silent pantomime.

There was a burst of mournful cries gradually from the audience, this time not only Qianling disciples, but also disciples from other sects could not help but hold back their tears.

Just now the foundation was broken and the golden core was broken, the handsome young man who was left alone in the sky full of frost and snow, so high-spirited, became crazy and crazy in the next moment, covered in blood and cuts and bruises.

In the midst of crying, Hu Yibai looked at Yun Kuo on the stage, and said in his heart: 【I can't help you anymore. 】

Before Yun Kuo could respond, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Because everyone's attention was focused on the arena, not many people cared about a disciple's sudden departure.

Not long after, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the originally clear sky, tearing the peaceful colorful clouds into pieces of cotton wool in an instant.

Flying sand and rocks, everything that the eyes can see is chaos, and everyone covers their faces with their hands to barely detect the situation outside from between their fingers.

Everyone subconsciously thought that it was just like the sandstorm that Feng Ling had blown up when he was fighting Ghost Phase just now, but they immediately realized, no, no matter how powerful these two are, the sandstorm wouldn't blow out of the barrier, would it?

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