Martial World Chapter 1799: Support scene

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"Boy, you again!"

A red-browed man looked at Lin Ming. This man, Correct Yifan, had a conflict with Lin Ming on the ship.

He didn't expect that Lin Ming suddenly popped up at the mobilization meeting of the original dream battlefield. Is he tired?

According to the rules of Xiaoji Palace, on such an important occasion, a low-level disciple jumped out and interrupted the speech of Deputy Palace Host. This was a crime of great disrespect.

"Yu Luo, Yi Fan, do you know him?"

The white robe Elder looks at Yuluo and frowns.

"Yes ..."

Yu Luo bit her head nod, she looked at Lin Ming, and said unhappyly, "Lin Mu, why don't you practice well at the station and come to Main Peak?"

"Yu Luo Young Lady." Lin Ming clenched his fists. "I heard that the original dream battlefield is about to open. I want to get a place to enter it. I don't know if there is no race restriction to enter the original dream battlefield?"

When Lin Ming said this, the audience was silent.

Want to get a place and enter the original dream battlefield, who does he think he is!

"Hahaha! I am laughing, you are a human race, so arrogant! The number of people entering the original dream battlefield is 9,300. The list was settled already three months ago, except for 3,000. In addition to the selected places, more than 6,000 places were held by the disciples of Xiaoji Palace. Grand Competition was determined after a lot of screening! "

"Every disciple who received a place in Xiaoji Palace is outstanding, and he is the martial artist in the same rank, and he is proud of his peers! You want a place with empty mouths, are you an idiot!"

Yi Fan laughed wantonly. Although his voice was mad, but also expressed the idea of ​​the soul clan martial artist in the heart in the scene, they all felt that this Lin Ming was a fool with water in his head.

"Are Oh? quota already determined?" Lin Ming did not expect this. Yuluo said before that, anywhere in the Seventh Universe of the Soul Race, you can enter the original dream universe.

Now it seems that there is no limit to the location, but if you want to enter the original dream universe, there must be other restrictions. Not everyone can enter casually.

Xiaoji Palace can only accommodate 9,300 people. I am afraid there are even fewer disciples that smaller forces can send in.

Lin Ming's voice sank and said, "I just want to know below. Is there any racial restriction in entering the original dream universe?"

"What if you don't? You are not qualified at all!" Yifan sneered.

"Then ... give me your qualifications!" Lin Ming looked at Yi Fan and said word by word: "Since the quota was decided by Zongmen Grand Competition, I am also a disciple of Zongmen. I will defeat you , Qualifications are in place, right? "

"You! Look for death!"

Yi Fan was furious when he heard Lin Ming's words so outrageous.

With a bang, Yifan Long Sword unsheathed and pointed directly at Lin Ming!

"Since you can't wait to die, I'll make you perfect!"

Yi Fan talked about rising and his eyes locked Lin Ming's position of Dantian.

Lin Ming's internal body was Chaos unbearable due to injuries. Now, Lin Ming's already has recovered, and he has not deliberately covered up the internal world. Yi Fan saw Lin Ming's cultivation level at a glance.

"What? New to Saint Lord? Turns out you are a Saint Lord human?"

Yi Fan's words surprised all the disciples in Xiaoji Palace. They all looked at Lin Ming's Dantian position. They immediately felt a faint universe Aura.

That is the symbol of the world turning into a starry sky.

"In the early days of Saint Lord?" Yu Luomei's eyes flashed with surprise. It turned out that the forest animal husbandry he saved was the early martial artist of Saint Lord.

In the soul world. Human Saint Lord stage martial artist is rare.

In general, human martial artist is under various luck and chance. Coupled with its extremely high Innate Skill, it can barely break through the Saint Lord period, and the Saint Lord period is often the end point of human cultivation, and if you want to further step into the king level, it is almost impossible.

"Huh! What about the Saint Lord period! No wonder you dare to trespass Main Peak, do you think the Saint Lord period is great? In Xiaoji Palace, the Saint Lord period is nothing at all! Besides, you are still a human Saint Lord, and do not enter me Eye! "

What Yifan despises most is Humankind martial artist. Humankind martial artist is really miserable in the soul world. Generally, they are not opponents of the same level of the soul martial artist, and even facing a low Realm soul race opponent, they may not win .

Not to mention, Yi Fan is still the best disciple of the core disciples of Xiaojigong. cultivation level is the peak of the soul king in the late period, and it is not far from Saint Lord Realm.

He can get the place to enter the original dream battlefield, not through Grand Competition, but through election, and directly get the token.

A talented disciple of Sacred Land is enough for exceeding step challenge . Even the soul clan Saint Lord is not his opponent. The clan Saint Lord can easily kill him!

"Sister Yuluo, this person has a way to take death. It is also reasonable for me to kill him. Please find a personal family to study the virtual Dantian!"

Yi Fan said to Yuluo, he suddenly slashed at Lin Ming.

This sword, he split into Lin Ming's heavenly spirit, sword light fired, and in sword light, Yi Fan also used his soul to attack, in order to kill in one hit!

On such occasions, so many disciples of Zongmen watched. If Lin Ming could not be defeated in one shot, he would lose his face even if he won.

At this time, Lin Ming also shot.

Facing such a figure as Yi Fan, Lin Ming didn't need to use any supreme martial arts. He directly used his finger to refer to the gun, above his fingertips, and gave out a dazzling spirit.

At that moment, many disciples in Xiaoji Palace felt that they could not open their eyes. The terrible godsmanship, like the substantive gunlight, was placed between their eyebrows. They all felt that their souls were shaking.

"Peng!"

The blood splattered, Yi Fan screamed and flew out, and the Long Sword in his hand also flew.

His body flew hundreds of feet upside down like a meteor, crashing heavily against an ice sculpture, and frosts of ice flying up.

The scene between the electric light and the flint makes the audience silent.

The results of the battle were unexpected.

"YiSenior Brother!"

A few disciples hurried over to investigate Yi Fan's situation.

Lin Ming keeps his hand. On the site of Xiaoji Palace, of course, he would not take Yi Fan's life, but this blow. Enough for him to lie down for a while.

Since already has spoken, if you want to replace Yifan and enter the original dream battlefield, then it is most suitable to lay the other side seriously injured for a month or two.

"What's going on, what just happened?"

Many disciples in Xiaoji Palace did not see exactly how Lin Ming shot.

"That human, defeated Yifan Senior Brother in one hit! And he didn't send out a weapon. He just opposed the enemy with his bare hands!"

The disciples of Xiaoji Palace, look at each other in shock, can't believe it. The top Yifan, who was ranked among the core disciples, was so defeated.

Although Yifan is only in the late period of the soul king, he has always been as simple as eating and drinking in the leapfrog battle, saying that he is equivalent to the soul martial artist in the Saint Lord period. No one will dispute.

But in the face of that human, he lost so thoroughly that the gap was too big.

"This human race martial artist is also a genius! The same rank is king, I am afraid that in the middle of Saint Lord and Saint Lord of the soul race, it is not too much!"

"You're exaggerating. If you say that, isn't he hopeful to break through the realm of the kingdom?"

King of the world. In the minds of disciples in Xiaoji Palace, it can be said that it is a legend.

Zongmen has accumulated the two remaining powerful kings in the world in the past million years. And in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to train a king to take over.

How easy is it to break through the king of the world?

"Anyway, he is definitely expert. I'm afraid it's not much worse than Yuluo!"

"Maybe I can barely compare with Yuluo Sister. Although he is the Saint Lord war spirit king, which defeats Yifan Senior Brother and Realm. But it is incredible that a human can achieve this easily Degree ... "

Lin Ming's shot was issued with a finger, although it was only aimed at Yi Fan, but the other martial artists present had a feeling of being pierced by a gun, in the heart.

At this time, Yi Fan was still lying in the dregs pile and vomiting blood. He looked at Lin Ming and his vision was blurred.

"You ... you ..."

"I just want your qualifications. I'm not interested in killing you." Lin Ming's voice was cold and no longer looked at Yi Fan, but instead looked at Deputy Palace Host.

"Vice Palace Host, this Yifan said before, there is no racial restriction in entering the original dream universe, is it?"

Interrogated by Lin Ming, the old man in white robe looked very ugly.

If Lin Ming is of Soul tribe, and he defeats Yi Fan in one move, he will definitely be happy, and treat Lin Ming as the most precious.

But Lin Ming is human.

Human disciples, although they also belong to Xiaoji Palace in name, in fact, there is no high-level Xiaoji Palace at all, and they really regard human race as their own. Non-my family, its heart must be different.

"Yes, there are no restrictions ..."

Vice Palace Host's voice was low, and he looked at Yu Luo.

Yu Luo is also unbelievable. Lin Ming's strength has made her unexpected.

Looking at the place where Lin Ming was discovered before, Yuluo in the heart somehow felt a weird feeling. Why did Lin Ming appear in the iceberg at the time and was seriously injured? Is it just a coincidence?

"Three Martial-Uncle, this is the thing ..."

Yu Luo's lips moved slightly, and she used the transmission of Shenyuan to quickly tell Lin Ming's passing to tell the white robe vice Palace Host.

The old man in white robe listened, his brows shook.

This outstanding disciple, who is not of Soul tribe origin, makes him very depressed.

Otherwise, train it a little. Maybe in the future, it is really possible to break through the king.

The white robe Elder looks at the elders of Xiaojigong not far behind him.

These people are the high-level Elder of Xiaojigong. They looked at each other and asked each other's opinions, and finally the big Elder of Xiaojigong opened.

"Let him participate in the battlefield of the original dream. Although he is a human race, as long as he holds the battlefield token of Xiaoji Palace, even my disciples in Xiaoji Palace, this time 9,300 people participated in the original dream battlefield. Inside, except for a few people such as Yuluo, I am afraid that there is no one who can catch up with this human being, and let him go to support the scene. "

"Have the scene ... Oh, the human race is better than us, has Xiaoji Palace fallen to this point? It is really sad to rely on the descendants of the human race."

Elder of Xiaojigong said one after another that their words were equivalent to confirming Lin Ming's qualification to enter the original dream battlefield.

...... (to be continued)