The strongest training system

Chapter 47

The semi-finals of the outer sect competition attracted too many people's attention, not to mention the inner disciples of the outer sect, even the elders of many sects gathered.

Inner disciples are the backbone of Snow Sword Sect. The strength of inner disciples affects the future prosperity of the sect. More than half of the sect's resources are used to train inner disciples.

Joining the inner sect is the wish of all the disciples of the Xuejian sect. Every year, the outer sect disciple competition attracts the attention of countless people.

Before the semi-finals, the five or six places in the contest had already been decided, and Zhao Mu'er won No.6 with her strong strength. If everyone knew that she would definitely join Mr. Zhao's sect, the other elders would have already pitched in. olive branch.

Every disciple looked at the five or six names with envy or even jealousy, and everyone was eager to leap over the dragon's gate.

The top four in the competition are Wang Hao, Wang Lun, Jingtian and Zhao Jie. The semi-final matchup is Wang Hao vs. Wang Lun, and Jingtian vs. Zhao Jie.

Before the start of the competition, the arena was already crowded with disciples, even the quick-witted ones, making a bet.

"Come on! Let's make a bet. If you bet on Wang Haosheng, you will pay [-], and if you bet on Wang Lunsheng, you will pay [-]!"

Someone protested: "Hey, I think Wang Lun's odds are too low!"

The disciple of Kaizhuang gave this man a blank look, "Wang Hao pays [-] for every win, you can vote!"

The protesters were speechless, and in the end they still paid to bet on Wang Lunsheng. This action caused a group of people around to laugh.

"Actually, Wang Hao's performance is not bad. Didn't you see that when Wang Hao and Lu Yun confronted each other, the ten swords broke Lu Yun's mysterious Horcrux?"

"Wang Hao is indeed powerful, but Wang Lun is someone who can make Brother Jingtian afraid, and after so many duels, who of you saw that Wang Lun shot with all his strength?"

This sentence made everyone think deeply. People recalled Wang Lun's previous attack. No matter who he was facing, even the fourth-ranked disciple of the outer sect, he won easily.

All of a sudden, the disciples who participated in the gambling game all threw primordial stones to Wang Lun.

"For 1 yuan, I bet Wang Hao will win."

This abrupt voice attracted everyone's attention. The dealer looked up, and the person standing in front of him was actually Wang Hao!

Wang Hao didn't say much, and threw the yuan ring containing 1 yuan stones to the dealer, then turned around and jumped onto the ring.

Li Zhuang's disciple was a little embarrassed. He opened a Zhuang Li bet and didn't restrict others from betting, but he didn't expect that Wang Hao would come to bet.

"1 shi, if Wang Hao wins, wouldn't I want to accompany 5 shi?"

The dealer was a little confused, but he laughed again, "I'm really worried, how could Wang Lun lose? Wang Hao is willing to give money, so I will naturally accept it!"

Just when the dealer was complacent, another person appeared in front of him.

"1 yuan stone, bet on Wang Hao to win."

The dealer's face became brighter, he suddenly raised his head, and the face that caught his eyes was Zhao Mu'er.

"Senior Sister Muer..."

"And me, and me! Fifteen hundred yuan stones, bet Wang Hao wins!" Jia Houwei also came over. He had won 1000 yuan stones before, and with his accumulated wealth, he had 2000 yuan stones. Wang Hao He borrowed [-] yuan stone from him to make up [-] bets, and he used the rest to bet on Wang Hao's victory.

"Jia Houwei, you've always been poor, you finally got a little money, so you're not afraid to put your underpants in this time?" Jia Houwei worked in the sect before joining the sect, and the disciples of Lizhuang naturally knew him.

Jia Houwei chuckled, "You should still worry about yourself, [-] yuan stones, you pay five for each, if the boss wins, you can't afford to pay for your underpants!"

The dealer's face became very ugly. He calculated in his heart that if Wang Hao really won Wang Lun, he might bleed heavily.

"Damn it, Wang Hao, you must not win!"

On the ring, Wang Hao closed his eyes and rested his mind. He was accumulating fighting spirit. Wang Lun was the strongest opponent he had ever met. It was a life-and-death battle, and one mistake would probably lead to hatred for the rest of his life.

"Wang Lun is here!"

There was an exclamation under the arena, and the crowd in the north gave way. Wang Lun waved a paper fan and stepped onto the arena confidently. He looked at Wang Hao and asked contemptuously, "Wang Hao, are you ready to suffer?" do you died?"

Wang Hao opened his eyes, two gazes pierced like sword lights, and a powerful fighting spirit burst out.

Wang Lun froze for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Interesting! Interesting! I want to see how strong the good-for-nothing young master in the family is now!"

Both sides were ready to fight, and Elder Lin Ting, who was the supervisor of this competition, also slowly stepped onto the ring.

Lin Ting glanced at Wang Hao, and gave Wang Hao a careful look. As an elder of the outer sect, Lin Ting naturally knew Wang Lun's character and methods. Wang Hao had a grudge against him, and Wang Lun would never let anyone A chance to get revenge on Wang Hao!
Wang Hao nodded lightly, signaling Elder Lin Ting to understand, and Lin Ting sipped lightly: "The competition begins!"

Following Elder Lin Ting's words, the surrounding disciples and elders stared closely at the two of them.

"Keng!" The Jingming sword came out of its sheath, the blade trembled slightly, and the sword energy flew horizontally.

"Crack!" The paper fan in Wang Lun's hand was opened, and the strong fluctuation of Yuan force made people's heart palpitate.

This competition has not yet started, the momentum and fighting spirit exuded by the two have already made many disciples who are slightly lower realm almost out of breath.

"Brother, why do I feel a little chilly on such a hot day?"

"This is murderous intent. The battle between these two is probably not as simple as a competition."

Wang Hao and Wang Lun's fighting spirit continued to rise, and the two refused to give in to each other, as if they wanted to overwhelm each other in terms of momentum before making a move.

Wang Hao stared at the paper fan in Wang Lun's hand. This paper fan was Wang Lun's horcrux. Wang Hao had to be very careful, because he didn't know what Wang Lun's blood was until now!
Time passed minute by minute, Wang Hao and Wang Lun still did not move half a step, but fine beads of sweat had already appeared on their foreheads.

"I didn't expect Wang Hao to be promoted so quickly. I knew that Wang Hao would be killed before the entrance examination. The damn family ordered me to be restrained. If Wang Hao was stronger, those old guys in the family would probably also die." Get flustered!"

Wang Lun's mind changed, and his aura weakened by half. Wang Hao immediately seized the opportunity and stabbed out the sword in his hand.

"One sword pierces the heart!"

Wang Hao's attack was a mysterious martial art, and the Yuan force was concentrated on the edge of the sword. Wang Hao shot towards Wang Lun's chest like an offline arrow!
"Good job!" Wang Lun shouted, he opened the paper fan, and covered his chest with the fan.

"Ding!"

Obviously it was a paper fan, Wang Hao felt as if his sword had been pierced on the metal mysterious weapon, and he couldn't move forward any more.

Wang Lun lowered his body down, and his feet directly guessed two shallow pits on the ring. The paper fan in his hand continuously emitted strong fluctuations of Yuan force, like ripples spreading out on the surface of a lake.

"Heart-protecting fan!" Sedum, who was watching the battle under the ring, looked stern. He and Wang Lun have been fighting for several years, so he naturally knows the power of the paper fan in Wang Lun's hand. Wang Hao's martial arts, Wang Hao's sword, can't be broken!"

Wang Hao's blow was like a rainbow, and with the passage of time, the momentum gradually weakened. Wang Lun laughed and said, "It's my turn!"

Wang Lun's momentum soared, Wang Hao hurriedly withdrew his sword, but Wang Lun was faster than him, he threw out the heart-protecting fan, and the heart-protecting fan slashed towards Wang Hao's neck like a flywheel spinning at high speed.

"Floating Light! Lve Shadow!"

Wang Hao changed his move, and two crisscross sword qi slashed on the heart-protecting fan. However, the two stalemate for less than a second, and the sword qi was chopped to pieces by the heart-protecting fan!

"Snapped!"

The heart-protecting fan caught up with Wang Hao, Wang Hao raised his sword and slashed again, and the Jingming sword and the heart-protecting fan confronted for the second time.

The heart-protecting fan rotating at high speed sparked countless sparks on the Shrieking Sword. Wang Hao opened his eyes wide. He was shocked to find that there was still a gap cut by the heart-protecting fan on the Shrieking Sword!
"how is this possible!"

Wang Hao couldn't believe it. Even He Lao, who was proficient in the art of refining weapons, was amazed by the craftsmanship of the Jingming Sword. According to He Lao's judgment, the mysterious weapon below the fourth grade of Xuan Rank would definitely not be able to hurt the Jingming Sword at all!

"Could it be that the quality of Wang Lun's Horcrux has reached the fourth grade of the Mysterious Rank?"

"Impossible!" Wang Hao immediately denied his own thoughts, "How can a fourth-rank Horcrux of the Xuan rank be so easy to obtain? Besides, with Wang Lun's realm, he can only activate a Horcrux of the first rank of the Xuan rank at most. Fans, there must be another universe!"

Wang Hao held his breath and observed the heart-protecting fan carefully. He immediately discovered that there was a nearly transparent sharp blade on the edge of the heart-protecting mirror, which seemed to be... a wind blade!
"drink!"

Wang Hao cut back the heart-protecting fan, and Wang Lun stretched out his hand to catch his Horcrux firmly.

"So your blood is wind!"

Hearing Wang Hao's question, Wang Lun laughed loudly, "Tell you what's wrong, yes, I am the blood of the wind!"

"Blood of the Wind!" Exclaimed voices came and went from under the arena. The conversation between Wang Hao and Wang Lun shocked many onlookers.

"The blood of the wind is actually the blood of the wind!"

"Natural bloodlines are rare. No wonder Wang Lun is so proud. It turns out that his bloodline is the one-in-a-thousand wind bloodline!"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Li Feng, the old man who was in charge of the battle, turned ugly. He looked at Wang Hao's back and gritted his teeth with hatred.

"You guys are making such a fuss about the mere blood of the wind, but the blood of my nephew is even rarer! Damn Wang Hao, you killed the hope of my Li family!"

Old Zhao next to Li Feng was worried. Wang Hao was destined to join the inner sect. He didn't want Wang Hao and Wang Lun to fight recklessly. Wang Lun had a violent personality.

"Looking at the previous performance of the two, Wang Hao seems to have a great grudge with Wang Lun. I hope this kid will not be too impulsive..."

……

"Bloodline of the Wind, are you very proud?" Wang Hao poured cold water on Wang Lun's head, "I have killed the Bloodline of Thunder before, how can I take you seriously?"

Wang Lun's smile froze on his face, and he scolded angrily: "Don't compare me with Li Yuan's trash!"

"How can that trash who has a powerful bloodline but doesn't know how to use it compare to me?"

"No matter how strong the blood is, you have to know how to use it to attract the nine-day true thunder? It's just the credit of the seal talisman in the Horcrux. Li Yuan's waste, without the Horcrux, how much of the power of the blood can be exerted?"

"Today, I will let you see how terrifying a fighter who can give full play to the power of the natural bloodline is!"

"Should die! Wang Hao! When you are on the verge of death, I may kindly tell you the truth about your expulsion from the family. After all, dead people don't leak secrets!"

(End of this chapter)