Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

Suddenly, a man in the crowd said, "Huo Ling'er, don't be so arrogant! Let us see how strong you are first, fellow disciples.

Come with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen figures were seen rushing towards Huo Ling'er. At the same time, the spiritual power within the area of ​​the arena surged towards Huo Ling'er like a mighty wave.

In an instant, the spiritual energy in this space became extremely strong. Such strong spiritual energy, mixed with the smoke and dust raised by everyone's running, gathered together, making the surrounding environment of the fight instantly blurred, and even the human figures in it were difficult to distinguish clearly.

Most of the disciples who did not participate in the battle looked relaxed and contented as they watched the show.

There were also a few people who showed regret on their faces, secretly shook their heads and sighed: "With such an obvious siege, no matter how strong you are, it is not easy to fight against the crowd alone? Moreover, they did this..."

Everyone had different thoughts, but soon after their thoughts flashed through their minds, the area that was originally filled with spiritual energy began to slowly dissipate.

As the spiritual energy gradually became thinner, the group of people who had been so vigorous just now now appeared in front of people in a miserable state.

At this time, the audience finally saw the situation clearly. They saw Huo Ling'er's red figure moving quickly through the crowd like a ghost, her movements were as fast as lightning and it was hard to keep up.

One could only vaguely see the afterimages she left behind moving quickly, chasing everyone around and causing them to retreat in defeat.

Her ink-black and deep eyes flashed with a heart-pounding cold light, and her whole body exuded a murderous aura so strong that it was suffocating.

Just by standing in the audience, people could already feel the incomparable murderous aura as strong as a mountain, not to mention the person who was confronting her on the stage at that moment. How much pressure must he be under in his heart?

At this moment, Huo Ling'er was like a peerless sword, with her sharp edge exposed. She held a burning wooden stick tightly in her hand, and every swing brought a gust of hot wind. Anyone who was hit by her let out a painful wail, which resounded throughout the entire arena.

Everyone present was shocked! How could this be a fair duel? It was clearly an inhumane one-sided abuse!

What they saw was that each swing of Huo Ling'er's stick seemed to be light and easy, but in fact it was incredibly fast.

Everyone was speculating, could it be that she was able to easily beat the person on the stage without any chance of fighting back without even using her full strength?

However, this was not the case. Those people on the stage secretly complained in their hearts. They had tried their best to gather their spiritual power in an attempt to defeat Huo Ling'er, but in the end, they did not even touch the corner of her clothes. Instead, they ran out of spiritual power and fell into the current predicament of passively taking the beating.

What exactly was this strange and powerful force? When it hit them, it was extremely painful, as if it was going to shatter all the bones in their bodies.

Wouldn't this woman feel tired? She had been fighting for such a long time without stopping for a moment. Just as they were thinking this.

"Nuan, nuan, nuan..."

The sound of the wooden stick hitting the body again and again continued, echoing in the air, sounding particularly harsh.

After several consecutive noises, several people with weaker strength were swept off the stage by sticks.

Then, several people vomited blood and fainted.

The others were completely stunned and looked at this scene in shock!

Wasn't it a large group of people who surrounded and beat Huo Ling'er? What was this? Were they really such losers?

Lu Zitao, who was standing by the stands, looked at the outer disciples being beaten, feeling both angry and surprised. It was time for them to learn a lesson. They always thought they were great and geniuses. Let's see who dares to be so arrogant in the future.

At this time, a man with a higher level of cultivation came out from the audience. He couldn't bear it anymore and spat.

"Bah, a bunch of trash!"

After saying that, he leaped onto the stage, and suddenly a spear appeared in his hand, and then the aura of his whole body suddenly soared.

In the next moment, that sharp and dignified aura suddenly emerged around his body!

“This is… gun power!”

Lu Zitao showed a look of joy on his face, and murmured to himself: "Our outer sect really has a genius this time!"

Seeing this, the Fifth Elder Xu Haifeng hurriedly asked, "Eighth Elder, what's his name? Which peak master's disciple is he? How come I didn't know when this person appeared in the outer sect?"

"It seems that he has no master. As for his name, it seems to be Zhang Heng."

"That's great! Then he will be my disciple later. No matter whether he wins or loses, I will take him away."

"You! Never mind. You can ask him in person later. I can't make the decision for others." The Eighth Elder waved his hand and responded helplessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, two loud noises were heard - "Boom! Boom!"

Then, two figures flashed out from the smoke and dust of the arena.

At this time, the two men fought back and forth, fists fighting each other, and then long sticks and long spears fought fiercely, which made everyone dazzled and dizzy.

Before long, both sides seemed exhausted and could no longer fight.

Because I saw the two of them standing opposite each other, I thought that was the end of it.

Before everyone could calm down, the two men started fighting again, waving guns and sticks.

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Huo Ling'er no longer used a stick to fight him. Instead, she teleported away for a short time and reappeared. She clenched her fist and hit the man's spear hard.

"Boom, bang, bang!"

Every time they collided, there was a dull sound. Occasionally, Huo Ling'er's fist would penetrate the shadow of the man's gun and directly hit his body, causing him unbearable pain.

However, Huo Ling'er's face was full of excitement, as if this way of fighting brought her endless pleasure.

At this moment, a faint layer of spiritual power surrounded her body, and she was fighting with her opponent fiercely and feeling extremely excited.

The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in. While fighting, Huo Ling'er secretly calculated the benefits of this style of fighting.

This not only helps him train his physical strength, but also does not affect the use of his spiritual skills. If he encounters a similar situation in the future, will he be able to fight?

Alas! This is still an unknown number. After all, the enemy is not as easy to deal with as in the sect.

In this case, why not change the way of fighting? With a thought, Huo Linger stretched out her hand and grasped the sword in her hand, and said loudly: "Okay, our warm-up is over, and the next step is the formal duel, you have to be careful!"

After hearing what Huo Ling'er said, the man was stunned in shock.

Could it be that the previous encounter was not a real battle, but just a warm-up?

Junior Master-Uncle is so strong, what chance do I have of winning?

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly and said, "Uncle Junior, can I admit defeat? We've been fighting for so long, and you said this is considered a warm-up, so I'd better forget it."

Huo Ling'er was stunned. The fight hadn't even started yet, how could she admit defeat?

"No, you can't give up!"

"what?……"