Chapter 1109: Talent, bloodline duel

"Martial arts talent, level 5!"
"Bloodline boundary, top quality mysterious body!"
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"Next person!"
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"Martial arts talent, level six!"
"Bloodline boundary, top quality mysterious body!"
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"Martial arts talent, level 5!"
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Flying Cloud City!
In the grand central square surrounded by the Sifang Louge, the preliminary assessment of Wu Zong's entry disciples is in full swing.
One by one, young handsome men of extraordinary temperament stepped on the platform one after another, each showing their talent potential in front of the two test stones.
The genius of Wu Zong who was responsible for this assessment, Xiaomeng, the son of Qingcheng leaned on the wide chair, and looked at the young men and women on the field with interest in his eyes ...
The city lords sitting beside him (body shēn) also looked calm, and occasionally chatted leisurely with each other.
However, Elder Liu, who presided over the registration, had a stern face from beginning to end. The cold old face was like the bluestone steps in front of the door.
From his indifferent tone to the indifferent tone, it can be seen that he is not very satisfied with these newcomers.
"Martial arts talent, level 5!"
"Bloodline boundary, top quality mysterious body!"
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The cold voice returned ((dàng) dàng) to the audience. Elder Liu didn't even lift his head. He registered himself on the scrolls and announced gently, "Next."
Nearly half of the quizzes!
When we got here, the audience was a little bit paused.
For the audience here, it was a little flat.
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"So far, the highest level of martial arts talent is only six, and the bloodline boundary is only the top quality mystery. It seems that the quality of the newcomer this year is a bit poor!"
"Yes, I remember last year when three top geniuses were born."
"Well, there are also several martial arts talents who have reached the seventh level."
"It is estimated that those top geniuses have been recruited by Han Yunzong and Xuanyang Palace. After all, the competition among the disciples under Wu Zong is quite cruel and fierce. Many geniuses who entered Wu Zong in the past have been smashed, resulting in many young talents this year Are unwilling to choose Wu Zong. "
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"Next person!"
For the whispers of the audience, Elder Liu still does not have much fluctuation.
Just then, Han Yiquan, who was standing next to Chu Hen (body shēn), suddenly stepped forward.
"Hey, I'll try it!"
A few people first met.
Qiao Xiaowan, Ye Yao smiled immediately, "Come on!"
"It must win!"
Zhao Qingcai whispered, "Here's to shame again."
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Soon, Han Yiquan stepped onto the stage steadily.
Looking at this strange face, the people in the audience did not vote too much (Re rè) (情 qíng).
"Younger Han Yiquan!"
A simple self-reported name, Han Yiquan walked straight to the first stone monument.
Then single palm out, solid true strength gathered like a cyclone in the palm.
"Om ..."
When the palm of the palm rests firmly on the monument, a splendid array of true power spreads out instantly on the monument and merges into the stone pattern above ...
In that room, the stele seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of silver gauze.
"Ding Ding Ding ..."
A series of crisp wine glass collisions cascaded from bottom to top, and the gems set on the monument surface shone brightly in succession.
From one to six.
Six gems sparkled instantly.
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Level 6 talent again!
The audience (Re rè) (情 qíng) was halved.
Qiao Xiaowan Liu Mei frowned lightly, shook her head and said, "The chief disciple of Jiuxiao Pavilion in Dongshengzhou is only a sixth-level martial arts talent ... isn't this too pit?
"Ding!"
The voice here just came down, and a soft sound spread again.
The hearts of all the people were startled, and they looked at it, and saw the seventh gemstone shining with stars.
"Wow!"
The audience immediately set off a low (Sao) movement.
"Seventh martial arts talent!"
"Finally, I saw a seventh."
"awesome!"
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Looking at the seven gems that lit up, Elder Liu's face finally loosened.
Han Yiquan withdrew his palm, followed by the second stone monument.
His eyes lightened, and a confident smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
With a single palm on the stone tablet again, together with a magnificent momentum, five strands of gray air flow from the five fingertips ...
Like a tiny dragon.
The five air patterns intersect quickly as they walk, forming a gloom.
The beam of light passed through the middle boundary of the stele, and after a short walk, it swept straight towards the area above the stele.
"Oh!"
The next second, the word "holy" above the stone was filled suddenly.
The hearts of everyone here were shaking.
"It is the Eucharist!"
"Ding!"
At the same time, the first of the three gems surrounding the word "holy" also flashed with dazzling luxury.
Can't be wrong!
Eucharist!
Elder Liu's old-fashioned old face finally showed a little satisfaction, and his voice was louder than before.
"Martial arts talent, level seven!"
"Bloodline boundaries, the Eucharist!"
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A loud noise broke out in Feiyun City immediately.
Countless people looked at Han Yiquan with envy.
Even those city owners were touched.
For this mid-land where there are so many geniuses like dogs, only the Eucharist can occupy a place.
With just a few blinks of an eye, Han Yiquan immediately became the focus of the crowd.
Like a celebrity, he walked down the high platform with a big wave.
"Haha, how is it? Am I handsome just now?"
"Cut!" Qiao Xiaowan dismissed the other person with a disdain, "Is the Eucharist great? Aren't you alone the Eucharist ..."
"So far, I'm the only one ..." Han Yiquan shrugged, then glanced at Zhao Qingyi not far away, pretending to be frivolous, "So some people don't look down on others."
Zhao Qingyi stared back indifferently.
"Hmm, what's so great!"
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This is not finished, but there is another high-rise sensation off the court.
"Martial arts talent, eighth level!"
"Oh my God!"
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Level 8 talent?
Chu Chen, Han Yiquan, Zhao Qingcai, etc. were also shocked. Glancing at the past, they saw a tall, thin, and well-groomed young man (body shēn) withdrawing his palm from the stone tablet ... ...
"It's Yunchao!" Zhao Qing said blurtly.
Yun Chao?
With a surname of Yunshan, the owner of Feiyun City!
Could it be?
Several people in Chuhen have doubts.
Sure enough, the people in Feiyun City under the stage all gave a lot of praise.
"The Lord of the Little City did not let us down."
"Haha, the master of Shaocheng is mighty!"
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With a burst of praise, Yun Chao walked in front of the second stone monument unhurriedly.
The powerful bloodline boundary force erupted from the body, and the other side of the body suddenly flowed with layers of dense and sharp white sword shadows.
The air on the stage seemed to be cut, making a sharp whistling sound.
Then, the opponent single-pointed at the stele, and a whisper of "咻 ......", a white sword pattern circulated on the stele.
Eucharist!
No suspense.
"Ding!"
The shining gem lights up, like a star competing with the sky above the sun (日 rì).
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"Martial arts talent, eighth level!"
"Bloodline boundaries, the Eucharist!"
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"Wow!"
The upset ((dàng) dàng) is even more violent than that caused by Han Yiquan, and all kinds of jubilation and congratulations from the audience.
"The Lord of Shaocheng is mighty!"
"Haha, the eighth martial arts talent, only one person achieved it last year."
"It's estimated that this year too, the Shaocheng master should be the best."
"Congratulations, Lord."
"Congratulations, Lord!"
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"Hahahaha, you guys have to get out of order!" The host Yunshan quickly got up (body shēn), raised his hands, and healed everyone's feelings. ! "
"The master of Yuncheng is humble, and the eighth-level martial arts talent is absolutely top-notch in terms of the moment. After (day rì) enters Wuzong deep repair, he can go to a higher level.
Several other city owners also praised.
"That's right. Before entering Wuzong, there was an eight-level martial arts talent, and it will be incredible in the future."
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Yunshan waved his hands again and again, expressing shame.
Despite saying "ashamed" on his mouth, Mei Yujian is still full of pride and pride that cannot be concealed.
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Yun Chao on the stage was also a proud smile. When he stepped down, he subconsciously scanned the position of the brother and sister Zhao Qingyi, and revealed provocation in his eyes.
"I'm going, this is going to fly ..."
Zhao Qing's cheeky gang was bulging. The second thing he said was to push Zhao Qingyi next to him.
Zhao Qingyi was speechless.
He didn't want to be on the stage so soon, but they were all pushed out by Zhao Qing's tailor. All he could do was sigh and step onto the high platform.
However, the atmosphere of the audience even broke out when Zhao Qingyi came to power.
"It is the young master of Tianyin City!"
"Haha, I watched a show."
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As we all know, Zhao Xuanxiong and Yunshan are ‘old rivals’.
The two fathers fought for decades, and naturally their offspring also used it for comparison.
"Brother, come on!"
Zhao Qingcai waved his fist under the stage. Although he was a bit savage (xìng), his lively appearance was quite a bit (love ài).
A few people in Chuhen can't help but be a little funny.
It seems that this woman is not only not very friendly to a few of them, but also to others.
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In the eyes of much anticipation, Zhao Qingyi moved with luck, injecting true strength into the stone tablet in front of him.
Together with a majestic wave of waves spreading out on the countertop, a dazzling array of complex runes flashed on the stone immediately ...
Like star beads that are connected in a straight line.
Jewels are shining brightly, shining on the audience.
"Six!"
"Seven!"
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"Eight!"
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The same eight-level martial arts talent!
The atmosphere off the court was ups and downs ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The sound of joy continued.
"It is another eight-level martial arts talent, which surpassed last year."
"Look at the bloodline boundaries again?"
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The eighth-level talent is comparable to Yunchao. Next, it depends on whether the bloodline boundary can beat the opponent.
When Zhao Qingyi walked in front of the second stone monument, the gods of the crowd were tense, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out.
Along with the breathtaking bloodline boundary, the momentum was released, Zhao Qingyi's five fingers were pasted on the surface of the monument, the complicated and complicated runes were activated and lit, and the five beams of blue stream light converged into a sacred word going straight above the word "Saint" ...