Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 134 Yan Huang Arena
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Yanhuang City ushered in a flourishing world, and countless people rushed towards Yanhuang Arena, densely packed, like a sea of ​​people, and the loud noise directly shattered the clouds in the sky.

The finals of the Hundred Cities Tournament will be held in the Yanhuang Arena soon.

In the Yanhuang Empire, the proud sons of heaven elected by hundreds of cities will gather here to start a competition among geniuses.

The top three will be baptized by Taihuang Lake.

You must know that after being baptized by the Taihuangchi, the geniuses will become stronger and stronger, break through the strong King Wu, and become the pillars of the Yanhuang Empire.

Countless proud sons of heaven are crazy about it, wanting to shine in the finals!
"It is said that the No. 1 martial arts contest in this hundred cities can cultivate earth-level martial arts!"

"A few days ago, I heard the news that Xuanyuan Hou bought the earth-level low-level martial skill Roaring Roar at the Chenxi Auction. This Roaring Roar must be a reward."

"I'm really envious, earth-level martial arts, in the Yanhuang Empire, this is the only one."

Many martial artists gathered around the Yanhuang Arena, and discussions arose.

The Yanhuang Arena is a huge competition arena, with an area as large as dozens of football fields.

Above that, there are several high platforms, on which are placed cases, all of which are places for VIPs.

Now, there are many big figures sitting on it, and a strong aura emanates out, filling the eyes of countless people with awe.

Those who can sit on it have reached King Wu at the lowest level.

Moreover, the identities of these people are not ordinary, they are basically city lords.

This Hundred Cities Tournament is particularly important. All the city lords under the Yanhuang Empire came here to watch this prosperous world.

Xiao Ling came out from the inn, and looked towards the direction of the Yanhuang Arena, he could hear the fiery voice in the Yanhuang Arena, because the final of the Hundred Cities Tournament was about to be held.

This is the most popular martial arts contest in a hundred cities.

From a distance, Xiao Ling could feel how hot the Yanhuang arena was.

"Brother, we should go."

Jun Liu stood aside and said, "The Hundred Cities Tournament is about to start, and you still have to sign up."

"Let's go."

Xiao Ling nodded, and walked towards Yanhuang Arena.

Boom boom boom!
The bell rang resoundingly from the Yanhuang arena, those players who were still practicing all opened their eyes, moved their bodies, and rushed towards the Yanhuang arena.

No. 1 from hundreds of cities will all come to the Yanhuang Arena for a contest between top talents. It is rare to see this kind of prosperity on weekdays. What's more, this time the contest of hundreds of cities is even more exciting than before. It is much more popular, and those geniuses are getting stronger and stronger, which means that the fresh blood of the Yanhuang Empire is very powerful.

Under such circumstances, many strong men from neighboring countries also came here, intending to take a look at the proud son of the Yanhuang Empire.

In the finals of the Hundred Cities Competition, the one most likely to win the championship is Bai Shen from Yanhuang City.

Bai Shen, as the son of Duke Bai Jiuyou, has undergone top-notch training since he was a child, using the best exercises, best martial arts, and the cultivation of many pills, and has reached the realm of King Wu. Looking at the young generation of Yanhuang City , are all rare existences.

"I heard that this time the Hundred Cities Contest, because the Yanhuang Empire wants to participate in the journey, those with excellent results can get more rewards. Moreover, I heard that Xuanyuanhou has expanded the baptism quota from the three Taihuangchi to ten. quota."

"Of course. Xuanyuanhou is planning to use his strength. After all, if he doesn't participate in this expedition, the Yanhuang Empire will be swallowed by other empires. Compared with it, these rewards are still a piece of cake."

"Also, I heard that Marquis Xuanyuan intends to accept apprentices. If you become No. 1 in this Hundred Cities Tournament, you can become Marquis Xuanyuan's apprentice!"

"Bai Shen will definitely get No.1, and he will definitely become Xuanyuanhou's apprentice."

"Have you heard? Bai Shen seems to have conflicted with a young man named Xiao Ling, and Xiao Ling clamored to get No.1, trampling Bai Shen under his feet."

"Xiao Ling, I've heard of it. He is the young man who defeated Cheng Jin with one kick outside the Chenxi Auction. His strength is indeed good."

"He's only a seven-star martial spirit, no matter how powerful he is, he's no match for Bai Shen."

"That's right, in this Hundred Cities Tournament, the Seven Star Martial Spirit is already at the bottom of the list. He might be eliminated in the first match."

"This Hundred Cities Contest is really interesting."

On the high platform, many big figures started to talk about it, and many people participated in the auction of the Chenxi Chamber of Commerce. During the period, Xiao Ling and Bai Shen competed for the prescription of spiritual sound, and they naturally saw it.

Many people with vicious eyes discovered that the conflict between Bai Shen and Xiao Ling was mainly because of Xuanyuan Yuerao.

"Xiao Ling! He doesn't want to be lonely when he comes to Yanhuang City..."

Junliang, the lord of Zhenwu City, was sitting at the corner of the high platform. Hearing what Xiao Ling had caused, he couldn't help shaking his head. This kind of genius who caused trouble everywhere, if nothing happened, would definitely die in the future.

"To offend Bai Shen, the son of Duke Bai, to be No. 1 in this Hundred Cities Tournament is definitely not a rational act."

There was a sneer at the corner of Jun Liang's mouth, no matter what, he might not be happy with Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling made him lose a lot, and even made an appointment with him to fight in the Yanhuang Arena. His heart was already full of murderous intent, and he wanted to kill Xiao Ling.

No matter what achievements Xiao Ling obtained in the Hundred Cities Competition, in the end, he would still kill Xiao Ling, and he would kill Xiao Ling openly and aboveboard in the Yanhuang Arena.

"Xiao Ling, you came very late."

When Xiao Ling came to the Yanhuang arena, he thought of Bai Shen's voice in his mind. Bai Shen's voice was full of disdain. In his eyes, Xiao Ling was just an ant who was about to be stepped on by him on the Yanhuang arena. Dead ants.

"White trial."

Xiao Ling glanced at Bai Shen who was not far away, he kept his composure, followed the flow of people to the registration office, and told the man who recorded his name his name.

"Zhenwu City, Xiao Ling."

The man glanced at Xiao Ling, and after confirming that his identity was correct, he handed Xiao Ling an identity token.

The man said: "You are number 98. When the time comes, the referee will report your number and you can go up."

"Thank you."

Xiao Ling nodded, looked at Junliu, and said, "Xiaoliu, you can just watch my match outside the Yanhuang Arena."

The contestants have their own special venues, as for other spectators, they can only watch the Yanhuang Arena from the outside.

"Okay, big brother."

Junliu nodded, and said: "Brother, come on, we must win the championship, and severely defeat Bai Shen, this bastard!"

Bai Shen made things difficult for Xiao Ling many times, which undoubtedly made Junliu feel resentful.

"Haha, you said he could defeat Bai Shen? Bragging!"

After hearing Junliu's words, the other contestants couldn't help laughing, and looked at Xiao Ling with contempt.

The Seven Star Martial Spirit is at the bottom of the Hundred Cities Tournament.

It's like the poor student with the lowest grades, saying that he wants to become No. 1, in the eyes of outsiders, it is simply wishful thinking.

"Based on your elder brother's performance, if I meet him in the Hundred Cities Tournament, I can trample him to death with one kick!"

A young man in purple tilted his head, disdaining to look at Junliu, he pointed at Xiao Ling, and said: "It's just a seven-star martial spirit, if you don't want to be ashamed in the Yanhuang arena, I advise you to get out early!"

"you!"

Junliu was furious, seeing the purple-clothed youth humiliating Xiao Ling, he wished he could give the purple-clothed youth a hard lesson.

Xiao Ling grabbed Junliu, shook his head, looked at the purple-clothed youth indifferently, waved his token, and said: "I am number 98, I hope you can step on me hard in the Yanhuang arena."

He doesn't like to provoke people, but if someone makes trouble for him out of nowhere, he doesn't mind fighting back fiercely.

"You are Xiao Ling!"

The young man in purple saw Xiao Ling's token clearly, and was slightly taken aback. Immediately afterwards, he covered his stomach and burst out laughing, almost to the point of tears.

"Unexpectedly, you are the Xiao Ling who is arrogant and wants to defeat Bai Shen!"

Listening to the words of the young man in purple, the surrounding contestants all looked at Xiao Ling, sizing up Xiao Ling's aura.

"Seven-star martial spirit, one trash."

"I just don't know how this kind of waste can say such ridiculous things."

"Bai Shen's strength is the king of Wudang. In the Wudang competition in a hundred cities, he has the highest realm, and he must be the champion."

"This Xiao Ling is totally looking for shame. At that time, he might not be able to survive even one match, and he will be eliminated immediately."

The eyes of these people were full of contempt, as if an ant threatened to kill an elephant, it was too absurd.

"You are not allowed to insult my elder brother!"

Junliu's eyes were red, he hated himself for not being strong enough to share some of the pressure for Xiao Ling.

"We're telling the truth!"

Someone glanced at Junliu disdainfully, and said: "Your elder brother is a waste, and you are even a waste. You are only a martial artist, and you have no place to speak here."

After finishing speaking, the man slapped Jun Liu's face with a slap.

call out!
This slap was quick and made countless people applaud, but it stopped deeply in front of Junliu.

Xiao Ling grabbed the man's palm and shook him back a few steps. With a cold tone, he said: "I am No. 98, if I meet you, I will definitely not show mercy!"

These contestants were aggressive and domineering, making Xiao Ling's eyes cold.

He will never spare anyone who dares to touch his brother!
"you!"

The contestant who was knocked back had an extremely ugly face. He was knocked back by the Seven Star Martial Spirit in public, and he was completely ashamed.

"Brother Wu, don't get angry."

The young man in purple looked arrogantly at Xiao Ling, and said, "I am NO.30, and my name is Zhu Yang! Remember my name, when the time comes, I will trample you under my feet in the Hundred Cities Competition!"

"I'll wait and see!"

Xiao Ling glanced at Zhu Yang, then came to the player area and sat down cross-legged.

With the end of the registration and the completion of all contestants' information, the finals of the Hundred Cities Tournament can be regarded as the official start.

An old man stood on the Yanhuang arena, this old man was Lin Lao, and he loudly announced the number of the first contestant.

"No. 30 Zhu Yang vs. No. 90 No. [-] Xiao Ling!"

(End of this chapter)