As soon as the match situation came out, the seventh team sighed and looked at Lu Ping with regret, with an expression of "senior, your luck is over", Lu Ping felt it clearly. Li Chengzhi and his colleagues directly expressed gloating.
Shi Lingling, who was wearing a fiery red gauze dress, walked up to Lu Ping at some point, and said with a "giggle" smile: "Tenth Junior Brother, come on, I am optimistic about you!"
When Lu Ping said a word, his ears were red, and the disciples beside him burst into laughter.
Yao Yong, the principal of the university, also came over and said: "Do your best, the strength of the junior is already quite extraordinary, even if you lose this time, no one else can say anything."
The second senior, Du Feng, still didn't say anything, but nodded to Lu Ping as he walked by.
These three are the strongest in the seventh team, forming a small group by themselves. If Shi Lingling hadn't challenged her, the third senior would have been in her pocket long ago.
This time the three greeted Lu Ping together, obviously acknowledging Lu Ping's strength.
Leng Qian, the cultivation base of the ninth level of blood refining is even higher than that of Shi Lingling. The two are called the "Shuangjiao" among the second-level disciples, because they are not only superb in cultivation base, but also their appearance is a disaster for women. level.
There are nearly a thousand second-level disciples, and only five disciples have reached the late stage of blood refining before the age of fourteen. They are called "five talents", and two of these five have reached the ninth level of blood refining. They are Lin Sheng of the first team and Leng Qian of the fourteenth team. Although Leng Qian has just broken through the ninth level of blood refining for less than a year, it can be seen that this person is strong.
Different from Shi Lingling's cheerfulness, Leng Qian's face is solemn, giving people a feeling that strangers should not get close. However, this expression provoked many disciples to rush forward to show their courtesy, but Leng Qian always had an attitude of ignoring her.
When Lu Ping came to the stage, Leng Qian, who was dressed in white, had already stood on the stage.
According to the rules, Lu Ping saluted and said: "Senior sister, please first!" Then he took out his top-grade magic soldier, made a gesture of his own, and got ready.
Leng Qian also got a little curious, seeing that this disciple known as the "dark horse" was really different, other disciples would always give in to her when they came on stage, with a hypocritical expression, this one is good, come up Just ready to fight.
She didn't know that Lu Ping had seen too many beauties in his memory, to the point of being immune to them. Although the beauties in front of him were eye-catching, Lu Ping had always had a dislike for women of the Miejue Shitai type.
With a wave of Leng Qian's hand, she held a top-level mage Jade Girl Sword in her hand. While waving her hand, she made a move of "Where did you come from" in the "Jade Girl Sword Technique", and a sword glow faltered towards Lu Ping's right shoulder.
Lu Ping still used a set of "blood-dissolving bone-refining sword" to resist. The two fought against each other for several moves. After probing, Leng Qian took the lead in launching the attack. The long sword in her hand tightened, and at the same time several spells were launched together with the long sword's attack.
Lu Ping cursed inwardly, and he was in the double "skill" realm of weaponry and method. Today's genius is really worthless!
Looking at the girl in front of him who was about the same age as him, but whose cultivation level was two floors higher than his own, Lu Ping's joy of finally comprehending the "Skill" realm suddenly turned into a puddle of water.
Lu Pingju's defensive position seemed so natural to everyone.
Lu Ping was a little aggrieved now, he was completely at a disadvantage, even if he fired two high-grade blood charms in a row, it was just a chance to breathe, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
Just lost like that? Lu Ping was very unwilling.
Little did they know that Leng Qian was quite surprised now, even the disciples at the peak of the eighth level of blood refinement who competed with her last time did not persist under her for such a long time.
At first I thought that this black horse was just a lucky student, but now it seems that there are some unique features, not to mention the double "skill" state of the weapon method that I comprehended at the seventh level of blood refinement, which is from throwing the blood talisman before. From the perspective of timing, this person's grasp of the rhythm of the fight is also quite accurate, even better than his own.
Chen Xianchang of his own team once said that accurately grasping the rhythm of fighting skills is the basis for mastering the "potential" realm. .
Could it be that he is not as good as this disciple of the seventh level of blood refining? Gritting her teeth, Leng Qian looked at Lu Ping, who was at a disadvantage but still kept his rules. She was annoyed for no reason, and stepped up her offensive. For a while, her sword energy was flying horizontally and her spells were flying around. In the eyes of the audience watching the battle, Leng Qian had the intention of ending the fight as soon as possible, and everyone's emotions rose, and they cheered for Leng Qian in unison.
Just when everyone was cheering Leng Qian one-sidedly, a clear voice came: "Lu Ping, come on!" There was a strong sense of disbelief in the voice.
Everyone cursed inwardly, who is this, who is against everyone, obviously looking for trouble!
Looking at the source of the voice, it was Shi Lingling in red gauze, so it was Senior Sister Shi! For a moment, hundreds of cold eyes with cross eyebrows turned into gurgling water like snow meeting the sun, and the gentleness can make people get goosebumps.
At this time, Shi Lingling was dripping with sweat, apparently just finished fighting. She dismissed everyone's gaze, and still cheered loudly for Lu Ping.
It turned out that Shi Lingling met an old-fashioned blood-refining ninth-level disciple in the fighting method. Although she tried her best, that disciple was even stronger, and in the end she even sacrificed a middle-level weapon that only the blood-refining ninth-level cultivation base could barely use. It was only then that Shi Lingling lost to the magic weapon, and lost to the top sixteen.
After getting off the stage, Shi Lingling came to Lu Ping when she learned that Yao Yong and Du Feng had entered the top 16, but unexpectedly, a group of people were booing Lu Ping, and she felt a little unhappy.
Looking again, Lu Ping's opponent turned out to be Leng Qian, who was also called "Shuangjiao" with him, but his cultivation was a level higher than his own, which made the proud Shi Lingling unwilling; Leng Qian had the chance to win again, entering the round of 16, and had to overwhelm herself, which made Shi Lingling even more uncomfortable.
As soon as everyone clamored, the little girl's jealousy broke out, and Shi Lingling immediately cheered on Lu Ping by herself.
Leng Qian was also a little anxious after being unable to take down Lu Ping for most of the day. Looking at Lu Ping's impermeable defense, she felt a headache.
Leng Qian knew that Lu Ping had a defensive magic weapon, and wanted to force this magic weapon out through fast attack, so that she could defeat it calmly with the magic weapon, but unexpectedly, Lu Ping was like water in a sponge, the more you thought he was dry, The more he can drip water under your pressure.
Leng Qian finally decided to sacrifice her magic weapon to attack, but it was just a little more trouble to go left and right, and she didn't only have one magic weapon.
A hammer-shaped magic weapon flew out of Leng Qian's storage bag, and instantly changed to a length of more than ten feet, which was as big as a house. It pressed towards Lu Ping, causing everyone in the audience to be amazed. Everyone looked at this weapon , Looking at these delicate women, I felt a little out of place for a while, and even Shi Lingling was a little inconceivable looking at the magic weapon Leng Qian offered.
Lu Ping is in danger!