Oh no, I accidentally cultivated three spiritual roots and became an empress!

Several disciples at the tenth level of Qi Refining ran to the arena management office to register, expressing their desire to fight Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin stood calmly on the stage, waiting for her opponent to come up.

Soon, a cultivator wielding a long spear leaped onto the stage and bowed to Zhong Lingxin, saying, "Liu Hong, please!"

Zhong Lingxin also cupped her hands in greeting and said, "Please!"

She was too lazy to reveal her name.

It's fine if her pseudonym doesn't make sense.

Liu Hong swung his spear, the tip gleaming coldly, straight at Zhong Lingxin's face.

Zhong Lingxin still faced the enemy with her bare hands.

Liu Hong sheathed his gun and asked, "Junior Brother Wu (Zhong Lingxin's pseudonym is Wu), aren't you going to use your magic weapon?"

Zhong Lingxin smiled faintly: "Senior Brother Liu, please make your move. I am currently practicing palm techniques."

Liu Hong nodded, no longer holding back, and once again aimed his spear at Zhong Lingxin's face.

Zhong Lingxin crossed her hands and shouted, "Like sealing and closing!"

Two palm shadows appeared in front of Zhong Lingxin, intersecting and sealing her entire body, blocking Liu Hong's spear.

Then, Zhong Lingxin changed her palm technique and shouted three times: "Soaring Dragon", "Golden Flames Raging to the Sky", and "Fire Waterfall"!

He unleashed three consecutive palm strikes at Liu Hong.

Before Liu Hong, the countless palm shadows transformed into a coiling, dancing dragon, its body shimmering with golden flames, lunging towards him. The dragon opened its mouth, and red flames, like a waterfall, cascaded down from the sky, falling directly upon Liu Hong.

This was the first time everyone had seen Zhong Lingxin use magic.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "This kid actually has both metal and fire spiritual roots."

It turns out that Zhong Lingxin used to always use her palms to strike each other in the arena, and never used her spiritual power.

Liu Hong withdrew his spear, twirled it, and used it to block Zhong Lingxin's Dragon Dance and Firefall attacks.

Zhong Lingxin spat out a flame from her palm, which shot straight towards Liu Hong's spear through the dragon-shaped pendulum.

The spear trembled in mid-air.

Zhong Lingxin shouted, "Come here!" and sprang up, grabbing Liu Hong's spear with one hand.

Liu Hong was shocked. He was already struggling to withstand Zhong Lingxin's three palm strikes. When Zhong Lingxin shot a flame at him, he managed to deflect it with a water arrow fired by his left hand.

Now, Zhong Lingxin grabbed his gun with one hand. He knew that Zhong Lingxin was strong and had always been exchanging blows with others in the ring.

Liu Hong hurriedly put away his gun, rolled on the ground, and threw an explosive talisman at Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin dared not take the explosive talisman head-on. She swayed her body to the side, dodging the talisman, and turned her palm into a claw to grab the jade crown on Liu Hong's head.

Liu Hong raised his left hand, and a cold light rushed towards Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin flashed forward again and shouted, "It's impolite not to reciprocate!"

As he raised his hand, something seemed to be clasped in his palm.

Liu Hong was so frightened that he rolled over again.

Zhong Lingxin chuckled softly: "Just kidding."

With five fingers like claws, it continued to grab at the jade crown on Liu Hong's head.

Liu Hong was furious.

He clearly saw a flash in Zhong Lingxin's palm.

Seeing Zhong Lingxin's claws coming at him, Liu Hong had no choice but to roll over twice more.

Suddenly, Zhong Lingxin shouted, "Go!"

Liu Hong felt as if he were being strangled by ropes, one after another.

Next, the ground beneath him gave way, and he landed off the stage.

Liu Hong glanced at Zhong Lingxin, who was still standing on the stage, and felt extremely annoyed.

He felt he had lost somewhat unjustly.

He hasn't even used his full strength yet.

But he was indeed knocked off the stage.

On this stage, many people have been knocked off the stage by various clever means, and everyone feels that they lost unjustly.

As more and more people cried foul, the sect simply said: "If you're so capable, then use clever methods to knock others off the stage." Not every cultivator killed each year was necessarily less skilled.

Zhong Lingxin stood on the arena and bowed to Liu Hongyi, saying, "Senior Brother Liu, you are too kind."

Soon, the second cultivator stood in front of Zhong Lingxin.

This time, Zhong Lingxin didn't use any tricks; she seriously sparred with him, move by move.

An hour later, Zhong Lingxin won again, kicking the second cultivator off the stage.

Look at the six members of Peak Overlord, who are still standing by the ring with envy, watching them.

Zhong Lingxin decisively decided to conserve her spiritual energy.

She flipped off the arena and headed towards the array gate of Wanfa Peak.

This time, the six members of the Peak Domination group stood closely together and chased after Zhong Lingxin in unison.

The monks along the way all avoided it.

Zhong Lingxin turned around and stood still, looking at them with a faint smile.

The six members of the Peak Tyrant gang glared fiercely at Zhong Lingxin: "Hey, you surnamed Wu, give us back our storage bags!"

Zhong Lingxin took off the six storage bags from her waist and played with them in her hands: "Your storage bags? Are these yours? Did you write your names on them? Oh my, there are lotus flowers on these storage bags, how come they look so much like female cultivators' storage bags? Which one of you is a female cultivator?"

The six members of the Peak Domination group were furious; they had stolen these storage bags. They used them because they looked nice and had a large capacity, regardless of whether the person was male or female.

The leading Foundation Establishment cultivator roared, "Damn it, how dare you not return my storage bag? I'll kill you! You're so young and delicate, I'll sell you to the South Wind Pavilion!"

Zhong Lingxin's face darkened.

In the cultivation world, there are many powerful figures who, after reaching a certain point in their cultivation and finding no hope of further advancement, begin to enjoy life. They indulge in all sorts of extravagant pleasures; there's nothing they won't do.

The South Wind Pavilion is their most ordinary form of enjoyment, but also a nightmare for many junior cultivators.

As the Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke, his eyes leered as he swept over Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin felt disgusted and got goosebumps all over her body.

The other five members of the Fengba group burst into laughter, hurling vulgarities and insults at Zhong Lingxin without restraint.

The Qingyun Sect forbids its disciples from killing each other.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the six members of the Peak Tyrant group did not dare to make a move, but instead resorted to various verbal provocations.

They had a good plan: they just wanted Zhong Lingxin to lose her temper and make the first move.

Then they can rightfully retaliate.

Last time, they were defeated by Zhong Lingxin's formation.

This time, they also had a formation plate, which one of the six members of the Peak Domination group borrowed from his brother.

His older brother is a disciple of a peak master and has a sixth-grade array plate.

The six members of the Peak Domination Group had never seen a formation plate of grade three or higher.

However, they knew that operating the array plate also required a certain level of cultivation.

With Zhong Lingxin's cultivation level as a junior disciple at the ninth level of Qi Refining, even if she were given a ninth-grade weapon, she could only exert the strength of a sixth-grade weapon at most.

Unbeknownst to them, Zhong Lingxin's spiritual power far surpassed that of her peers, having already reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Furthermore, Qingyang Venerable Saint was a master of formations, and the formation plate he had specially crafted for Zhong Lingxin perfectly suited her needs.

Zhong Lingxin coldly looked at the several bastards spewing vulgarities, knowing their intentions.

She wouldn't let the bullies have their way and make the first move here.

She turned and headed towards the foot of Wanfa Peak.