Chapter 160 Lingshi Is Also a Kind of Strength! (Fourth Update! Please Subscribe!)

Seeing that the battle between Jia Si and Jia Ba was about to end on the other side of the Jiazi ring, after asking that there was still a limit of 500 spirit stones, Pei Ling quickly took out the spirit stones and bought himself to win.

After taking the ticket, he was about to leave when he saw a black-clothed monk leading the way. Several monks offered five hundred spirit stones to buy him to win.

And the black-clothed monk was the one with the loudest voice among the monks who had just shouted to take Fang Ye...

Pei Ling returned to the Jiazi ring, and at this time Jiaba just won and stepped down.

The deacon glanced at him and said, "The next match will be A12 versus A14."

Pei Ling and Fang Ye jumped onto the ring at the same time.

"Senior Brother Fang Ye!" Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience cheered up.

"Brother Fang Ye is not Tian Congheng. I bet 200 spirit stones this time, and I will definitely be able to earn back that trash who was Oshi Tian Congheng!"

"I borrowed spirit stones from someone and bet five hundred! This Pei Ling is an embroidered pillow. It was pure luck that he won against Tian Congheng. If Tian Congheng hadn't been seriously injured in advance, he would have died a long time ago!"

"That's right, Pei Ling won the battle by taking advantage of others' danger!"

"Look carefully, this kid is indeed quite handsome, he is almost catching up with me, no wonder that bastard Sun Yinglan is willing to go all out to buy Tian Congheng for him..."

The deacon on the stage twitched his face when he heard that, Huaiyin Peak's disciples generally want family background but no family background, strength but no strength, narrow vision and simple mind, how dare you say it!

This Pei Ling's strength, not to mention anything else, just with the knife just now, he is already in the top ten outside the door!

Fang Ye is considered to be among the best in Huaiyin Peak, but he is no more than equal to Tian Congheng.

Pei Ling could kill Tian Congheng with a single blow. Even if Fang Ye had been prepared for a long time, he would have at most two moves under his hands!

At this time, Fang Ye looked at the black-clothed monk under the stage calmly, seeing the junior nodding slightly towards him, he immediately felt relieved.

"Start!" The deacon calmed down and shouted in a deep voice.

Fang Ye cupped his hands towards Pei Ling: "Junior Brother Pei, please advise!"

As he said that, he rushed towards Pei Ling first!

Pei Ling didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. Although he had agreed with the other party in private, who knew if the other party would not do anything for this kind of underworld sect?

He pulled out the life-hungry knife and slashed out horizontally!

Before the saber energy touched the corner of Fang Ye's clothes, Fang Ye's body suddenly stopped, but he flew upside down, flew straight out of the ring, and fell heavily into the crowd!

"Brother Pei is good at swordsmanship, Brother Yu is ashamed of himself!" Fang Ye yelled, with blood stains on the corner of his mouth, he said in pretended shock.

The friar in black quickly rushed out from the crowd, picked up Fang Ye and ran away.

Several other companions waved a thick stack of bills and went straight to Cai Ke: "Losing money, losing money! Brother Fang Ye lost, lose money soon!"

Pei Ling couldn't help being dumbfounded, acting so fake, did he treat everyone else as idiots?

"Twelve victories." The deacon announced with a blank expression.

After Pei Ling stepped down, he went to find Cai Ke to exchange the spirit stone, and happened to meet the black-clothed monk, who gave him a friendly smile.

After exchanging the spirit stones, Pei Ling noticed that Fang Ye was looking outside the crowd.

He thought for a while and walked over.

"Junior Brother Pei, congratulations." Seeing Pei Ling approaching, Fang Ye smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang." Pei Ling politely returned the gift, and then probed, "I don't know what Zongmen means in this situation just now?"

"Junior Brother Pei, don't worry." Fang Ye said indifferently, "When the Outer Sect Grand Competition started, I already said that I can't help but use any means! Lingshi is also a means."

Pei Ling was thoughtful: "I see, thank you Senior Brother Fang."

Soon, Huaiyin Peak's preliminary round came to an end.

A monk used magic to transmit the sound to Quanfeng, and ordered all the disciples of the three victories to gather in the Jiazi arena.

Pei Ling arrived quickly, and saw an old man with white hair and white beard standing on the stage A, with his hands behind his back, with a strong aura.

He had never seen this person before, but after hearing the deacon's whisper, the other party stared at Pei Ling for a few more times, but his expression was flat and he couldn't see his thoughts.

A moment later, all three victorious monks arrived, a total of sixteen people.

The A-shaped arena is Pei Ling, Jiaba on the eighth floor of Qi training, Jiaseventeen on the eighth floor of Qi training, and Jia25 on the eighth floor of Qi training; B9, B11 on the eighth floor of Qi training, B27 on the ninth floor of Qi training; C three on the eighth floor of Qi training, C10 on the eighth floor of Qi training, B27 on the ninth floor of Qi training Eleven, Bing 26 on the ninth level of Qi training; the three victorious monks in the T-shaped arena are all eighth levels of Qi training, namely Ding Er, Ding Thirteen, Ding Twenty-two, and Ding Thirty-two.

Among the sixteen people, there are only four monks at the ninth level of Qi training. In comparison, Tian Congheng and Fang Ye, the two eliminated at the ninth level of Qi training, are a bit unlucky, but this kind of preliminary competition, luck is also a strength A sort of.

After everyone gathered, the old man on the ring said softly: "My old man, Li Ping, is the elder of Huaiyin Peak. He is in charge of the preliminary competition of Huaiyin Peak in the outer sect competition."

Pei Ling's heart skipped a beat, Li Ping? !

The grandfather of the Li Siguang he slaughtered on the day he started was Li Ping!

"I've met Elder Li!" At this time, everyone bowed and saluted, and Pei Ling quickly followed suit. Fortunately, he now has Zheng Jingshan as his backer, and the other party should not dare to do anything to him...

Li Ping looked at Pei Ling, but he didn't expect that this kid was not dead, and his cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi training.

The last time Li Siguang was killed, he thought it was Zheng Jingshan who did it. This Pei Ling was just an abandoned son, and he had already been assigned to be a ghost for Chen Huan's summoning banner. So Miao Chengyang was designed to seek revenge from Zheng Jingshan. As a result, Miao Chengyang, a coward, usually looked at Miao Chengan like a blind eye, but at the critical moment, he gave in. He only beat Zheng Jingshan half to death, and let it go .

On the contrary, Pei Ling is not only living well, but has been comfortable until now...

However, he remembered that this kid only practiced the fourth level of Qi when he first entered the sect?

It's only been a while, and we've reached the ninth level of Qi training... Li Ping turned his mind, looked away, and said slowly: "The preliminary competition of Huaiyin Peak is over, and you are all talented and beautiful jades of this peak. Next, you What we have to face is the selection of the entire Outer Sect Southern Region."

"There are fifty-four peaks in the Southern Region, and they were selected on Ruoxiu Peak, the main peak in the Southern Region."

"Considering that some people suffered losses in the preliminary competition, three days later, you will gather here, and the old man will personally take you to Ruoxiu Peak to participate in the selection."

"Okay, here's your reward for winning the preliminary competition."

After finishing speaking, Li Ping flicked his sleeves, and immediately spilled a piece of Lingshi, which was held by invisible hands and floated neatly in front of the sixteen monks. No more, no less, exactly one thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Pei Ling didn't dare to do it right away. After seeing the others respectfully thanked them and accepted them, she carefully wrapped the spirit stone with spiritual power and put it in a spare storage bag.

Li Ping was condescending, saw the scene clearly, squinted his eyes slightly, and soon flicked his sleeves again, disappearing in place out of thin air.

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