Cultivation: Start with a Spiritual Plant Space

Soon, the winner was decided between Zhuifeng and Lingfeng.

There was no surprise that the winner was Ling Feng.

Zhuifeng tried his best and used all his trump cards.

However, due to his spiritual power attributes, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Ling Feng seized the opportunity and moved as fast as lightning.

The raging flames instantly broke through all the defenses of the ice shield.

Zhuifeng was unable to dodge and was hit in the chest, leaving a black burn mark.

The whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Completely lost the qualification to compete.

At this moment, Ling Yiner's face turned pale in an instant.

She bit her lips tightly, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

Although he blamed Zhuifeng for secretly learning the Celestial Clan's martial arts, he was still unwilling to accept his defeat.

However, she did not have an attack immediately.

Instead, he suppressed his anger and looked at the porcelain doll, the young master and the other two.

The porcelain doll seemed to understand the meaning in her eyes.

He nodded slightly and then stepped out of the crowd.

The Qingmu tribe saw this situation.

They also sent a young man from the clan who was about the same age as Ling Feng.

The young man has an upright posture and a resolute look in his eyes.

At this time, he was holding a long knife in his hand, and the blade was flashing with cold light.

Neither of them showed any intention of yielding.

The battle broke out instantly.

The porcelain doll took the first step.

She is lithe and unpredictable.

Seeing this, the young man shouted and raised the long sword in his hand high.

In an instant, the sword whistled, raising countless dust.

However, the porcelain doll did not dodge. Instead, its small hand quickly stretched out and accurately grabbed the young man's wrist.

The young man only felt that his wrist was clamped by an iron clamp and he could not move.

The corners of the porcelain doll's mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile.

Then he twisted it suddenly and there was a "click" sound.

He actually broke the young man's wrist.

He didn't use any magic, but only used his body movements and strength to subdue the opponent.

This level of cultivation is truly frightening.

For a moment, the young man screamed in pain.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

But he did not give up resistance and kicked the porcelain doll with his leg.

The porcelain doll snorted coldly, dodged it easily by moving to the side.

Then, he kicked the young man in the chest.

The young man was struck by lightning and flew back several feet.

It actually created a shallow pit not far away.

Before the young man could stand up, the porcelain doll approached him again.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and green vines emerged from the ground.

It actually entangled the young man in an instant.

The young man struggled desperately, but the vines only tightened around him.

The porcelain doll waved its little hand, and the vines tightened even more.

The young man just felt difficulty breathing and his face turned red.

The porcelain doll glanced at it with disdain and snorted coldly.

"Humph, with this little ability, you dare to come out and embarrass yourself."

After saying that, he danced his hands again, and spiritual power surged.

Sharp thorns grew on the vines and pierced the young man's body.

The young man was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and screamed miserably.

I wanted to admit defeat, but I couldn't find the words to speak.

When the people of the Qingmu tribe saw this, they all looked reluctant.

But the porcelain doll had no intention of stopping and continued to mobilize its spiritual power.

Soon, the young man's body was covered with wounds, which was a horrible sight.

Finally, the porcelain doll seemed tired of playing.

With a wave of the little hand, the vines loosened.

The young man fell to the ground with a thud, and it could be seen that his breath was very weak.

This time, the game was finally saved.

Ling Yin'er's complexion looked much better.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug smile.

But Aoki's face became extremely ugly.

Although the young man he sent out did not have any outstanding talents in the tribe, he practiced hard on weekdays and was considered a master in the tribe.

I didn't expect to be beaten so badly.

There is absolutely no way to fight back.

Helplessly, he had to turn his gaze to the old man holding the sword, with a look of expectation on his face.

"Sir, it's up to you now."

The sword-wielding old man, Chi Yanfeng, nodded, his face calm and composed.

He just lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped lightly onto the ring.

The movements are smooth and flowing, without a trace of drag.

After landing steadily, he slowly took a starting stance.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the sword body faintly exuded an ancient aura.

This is a sword cultivator, fearless and unrestrained.

Seeing this, Ling Yin'er turned her gaze and looked at the young man below.

The young man immediately understood what he meant and a reckless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He leaned forward slightly, flew out like lightning, and landed steadily on the ring.

Even when facing an unrivaled swordsman, he still looked cynical.

Dressed in a gorgeous robe, he is an unparalleled gentleman.

A breeze blew by, and the corners of her clothes fluttered gently.

It does have a bit of a stranger-like jade feel to it.

There are two people on the stage, one is a top-level strong man who has experienced many years of experience.

The other is a young genius who is in the limelight.

Such a stark contrast.

Naturally, this attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

The scene suddenly became noisy.

Even Ling Yin'er and Qingmu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The corners of Aoki's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were complicated, and his words were ambiguous.

"Sister, this is a huge investment."

Ling Yin'er had a cold face and eyes as cold as ice, and responded without showing any weakness.

"Each each other."

These four short words are powerful.

After that, the two of them stopped talking.

Instead, he turned his attention to the ring.

There was also some anticipation in his eyes.

He actually put aside his plan to plot against Li Fan.

Li Fan in the audience also started paying attention.

After all, he always felt that Chi Yanfeng was weird.