Reverse the World with Martial Arts from a Crap to a Master

Chapter 85 I'm here

Zi Menger signed up for Chu Nan and stayed in the same group as Chu Nan. She was hating him, "Why isn't the nerd here yet? If he doesn't come on stage in three minutes, it's considered a forfeit."

Zi Menger was so angry, mainly because she told Chu Nan that she would go out and run into Tian Ya together. If no one talked to her along the way, she would be a little lonely as a lone ranger girl.

Ling Xiao was sitting there confidently, but his eyes were also searching for Chu Nan. Originally, he wanted to be in the same group as Chu Nan. First, he eliminated Chu Nan, made Chu Nan look bad, and then made a mistake and killed Chu Nan. But he was assigned to another group by Chu Nan. He was told to wait until the last round. He said it would be easier to explain.

The competition had already begun. On the exchange stage, there were Five Elements lights, loud shouts, clashes...

Zi Menger was even more anxious. "Idiot, why aren't you here yet? Did grandpa han forget to call him a fool?"

How did Zi Menger know that her grandfather han had become a statue at this time? When the bell rang, Chu Nan opened his eyes and felt that the gap had widened a little. When he was happy, he suddenly remembered the competition six months later.

Chu Nan calculated that the competition happened to be today. He turned around and ran out of the gangfeng cave. Although he still wanted to stay in the gangfeng cave, he still wanted to go to the fifth and sixth floors to practice**, but this competition, he could not miss it. Not to mention the agreement with Ling Xiao, most importantly, Chu Nan was going to the Tianyi Sect, to participate in the exchange meeting, to explore the truth; even, in his heart, there was a small hope. Maybe the conference, the four families will be there, and maybe they will meet Nangong Lingyun.

But when Chu Nangang turned around and saw the old man in white, Chu Nan was shocked. When he saw that the wind was automatically one meter away from the old man in white, he turned the wind around and was even more surprised. "What kind of realm is grandpa han?"

"Grandpa han." Chu Nan called after Zi Menger. The old man in white looked at Chu Nan, his eyes wide open, and he said, "Wind, what is wind?"

Hearing this, Chu Nan was as surprised as seeing the Blood Python on longjiao mountain. "When did grandpa han come here? If this was the first time I thought about it, then does that mean grandpa han has been here for three months? And I didn't notice it at all?"

Thinking of this, thinking that if such a person took his life, it was simply easy to get, Chu Nan broke out in cold sweat.

"What is wind?" Grandpa han asked again. Chu Nan shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Grandpa han, I don't know either."

"What is wind?" Grandpa han continued to read.

"Is he possessed?" When Chu Nan saw the old man in white, he couldn't help but think about it. With a wave of thought, Chu Nan bent down and said, "Grandpa han, I'm going to take part in the competition. You should think about this slowly. If I think about it one day, I will tell grandpa han."

With that said, Chu Nan ran to the competition site, and the old man in white heard Chu Nan's words, his eyes lit up again, and then, like a shadow, floated behind Chu Nan and followed him...

Chu Nan was driving crazily from Wind Tunnel to the competition venue, completely unaware that there was someone behind him.

The Artifact Sect competition arena is so lively with people coming and going.

At the beginning of the competition, Ling Xiao was the first to jump onto the stage. With the cultivation of intermediate generals and the cultivation of those big masters, it could be described as "Chopping melon and cutting vegetables." The people who fought with him were hardly his generals!

With the Qingming Sword in hand, the competition was almost solved by using the first form of the Qingming Sword.

Ling Xiao stood out in the arena. The disciples saw Ling Xiao's eyes, and they were either worshipped or admired. Those female disciples, whose eyes shone with a strange light, seemed to be in a daze. The other disciples were glad that they were not in a group with lingxiao. Otherwise, they would definitely be abused. The people who were competing with him were complaining bitterly. The weapons in their hands, How is the quality comparable to Qingming Sword? It was often smashed to pieces at the touch!

A lot of people were talking about it. They were talking about how Ling Xiao's realm must have improved again, and they were sure that Ling Xiao would win first place this time. Of course, there were also people who objected, especially those who saw the competition on the third floor. They said, "That's not necessarily true. Have you forgotten the person named lin yun? Lin Yun is a formidable opponent!"

"Lin Yun, it was an accident to beat senior brother Ling Xiao that day; moreover, senior brother Ling Xiao must have been promoted, but Lin Yun was tortured in Wind Tunnel. With the increase and decrease, Lin Yun is no longer a match for senior brother Ling Xiao."

"That's right. Up to now, there's no sign of Lin Yun. Maybe he's scared."

"That's impossible. You forgot that Lin Yun was not afraid of First Elder that day. How could he be afraid of this?"

"Don't argue, who wins and who loses, won't we know when we see the result?"

This group of people were discussing. Ling Xiao on the stage felt very comfortable. The only thing that made him unhappy was that he hadn't seen the figure he hated so much that he couldn't help but guess, "Is he afraid, so he didn't even dare to come to the competition?"

On the high platform, First Elder saw his grandson's performance, but also felt that there was an infinite radiance on his face. Master Second said on the side, "King ling wu, you gave him all the Qingming Sword?"

First Elder nodded his head in a pleasant manner. Master Second frowned slightly and said, "Ling Xiao has a Qingming Sword, but no one is his opponent."

Hearing this, First Elder said a few humble excuses, but although First Elder's words were modest, his tone was not modest at all, full of arrogance. Leo Yangming, on the side, smiled and said nothing, but in his heart, he said, "It's just a low-grade spiritual weapon. That kid's heavy sword is definitely better than qingming sword. Besides, when it comes to defense, is it that kind of attack that can block a white flame?"

Zi Menger, on the other hand, was extremely anxious. "Great-grandfather, I'm going to Wind Tunnel to call a fool." As he was about to run away, the old man in purple reached out and grabbed him, "Little dream, it's your turn to enter the ring."

"But the fool hasn't come yet, so what should we do?"

"If you call him, you can only forfeit. If you forfeit, you can't leave the Artifact Sect." The old man in purple said lightly.

Zi Menger struggled so hard that he could only walk to the ring, but his heart kept saying, "Idiot, you have to come quickly. I'll go and give you time first."

Zi Menger made up his mind and stood on the stage. There was a strong man standing on the stage. When he saw Zi Menger, he smiled and said, "Miss, my name is Wang Ming."

"Zi Menger."

"I've offended you." Wang Ming clenched his fist, a fiery red fist, and threw it at Zi Menger with incomparable power. Zi Menger raised his eyebrows. "How dare you be so arrogant in front of me, look at me..."

Zi Menger wanted to knock Wang Ming down with one move, but suddenly remembered that he wanted to delay time, so he chose to give in and fight with Wang Ming.

Unexpectedly, Wang Ming's fist stopped half a meter in front of Zi Menger, then the fire went out. Wang Ming withdrew his fist and bent down to hug his fist, "Miss is really good. Wang Ming conceded."

Zi Menger was dumbfounded. "This... This... What... Is going on?"

However, Wang Ming walked down gracefully.

Zi Menger saw that Wang Ming was about to walk down and shouted, "Hey, you haven't lost yet. Come back and give me a call. Come on..."

"Miss, I have indeed lost." Wang Ming was already standing under the ring. Zi Menger had no choice but to figure out what was going on.

It turned out that the members of their group had already discussed it. Apart from the eldest lady, they were fighting for the remaining nine spots. If they lost, they would be miserable. If they won, they would be even worse! Think about what the young lady usually did, think about the junior who ran a thousand laps with a rock that day...