Zhu Lingwu didn't expect that he could actually use such a powerful blow.

This attack can be said to be a complex that combines many means. First of all, it is necessary to explode more than ten particles of thunder in the palm of the foundation-building monk at the same time, so as to absorb lightning that is comparable to the heavenly tribulation.

The second is that he needs his talented magical power that can control lightning, otherwise how can such powerful lightning be allowed to be controlled obediently?

In the end, we naturally need to have a special spiritual object like Xirang, otherwise how can we change Xirang into this special arc-sharp sword as we wish?

As a result, Zhu Lingwu actually fought face to face to win a flame puppet formed by a foundation-building monk with the strongest Taoist technique, and it won effortlessly and was unstoppable.

Of course, in this process, in order to control the Chi Lei Ring that added more Xirang, Zhu Lingwu had to use his mind to control the thunder and lightning.

In particular, turning Chi Lei Ring into such a huge arc-sting sword requires Zhu Lingwu's own spiritual power to support it. Although the innate electric spirit bead in the Chi Lei Ring and Xirang's own special attributes can also reduce some of Zhu Lingwu's spiritual power consumption, in order to maintain this giant arc-sting sword, Zhu Lingwu's spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Later, Zhu Lingwu directly took a few spirit stones in his hand to maintain this giant arc-sharp sword until now.

To be honest, as Zhu Lingwu crashed into Luo Xiangwen's flame puppet, Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but regret it and hesitated. Anyway, he just moved forward until his spiritual power was completely exhausted. The arc-spiked sword transformed by Xirang completely collapsed.

So now that the situation has basically settled, Zhu Lingwu finally reminisces about the feeling. He can't help but feel a little scared, and he seems to be a little lost.

But when looking at the results, Zhu Lingwu still felt secretly proud. He won, and there was no doubt about it.

No wonder the legendary witch gods can stand in a family with immortals and demons. If the witch clan's natural magic power is really extraordinary if it exerts its power.

Zhu Lingwu could also feel from Luo Xiangwen's reaction that Luo Xiangwen seemed not ready to resist. So this arena battle should be over.

Of course, Luo Xiangwen's biggest reliance was that the lotus oil lamp magic weapon had also fallen into Zhu Lingwu's hand. The whole lotus oil lamp magic weapon no longer had spiritual power fluctuations, and the touch threads transformed by Xirang wrapped it densely together.

Zhu Lingwu did not continue to use electric arcs to destroy the Lotus Oil Lamp magic weapon, otherwise he might be able to directly damage it.

However, if Zhu Lingwu really did this, Luo Xiangwen would definitely fight Zhu Lingwu to the death. It would be like breaking the other party's foundation of immortality.

As the lotus oil lamp magic weapon stopped operating, the Vajra Fire Lotus Seed, which formed the flame puppet, also lost its foundation for maintenance, gradually dissipated from the solid fire lotus seed form into several ordinary flames, and then floated away. It turned into a cloud of fire and burned in the sky.

"Uncle Master! The battle should be over! Thank you, my disciple, for your advice!"

Zhu Lingwu said to Luo Xiangwen over there in a long and polite manner, but before Luo Xiangwen really gave in, Zhu Lingwu didn't dare to really relax and careless.

"Oh, I lost! Master Zhu, in this battle, you will definitely be famous in the sect! I pity me, I am afraid I will become a laughing stock in the sect!"

Luo Xiangwen shook his head and sighed. In the public eye, Luo Xiangwen did feel like he was blushing.

"This is also what my uncle asked me to do! Otherwise, how could I try this method I just realized."

Zhu Lingwu gave Luo Xiangwen some face at this time, and hurriedly and politely gave him a step to get down, and at the same time he bowed to Luo Xiangwen.

In this ten-year sect competition of Chunyang Sect, the top ten qualifying competition for the highest-level inner disciples has finally ended.

There will be basically no competitions in the arena after that, unless there are really some outer disciples who challenge the top thirty inner disciples, the attention of such competitions will not be too high.

With Luo Xiangwen's initiative to admit defeat, waves of inspiration appeared in various areas of the martial arts arena.

The giant dragon whirlwind that was still raging just now was like something was pumping away from the wind, and it disappeared on the ring in a blink of an eye.

The flames burned by the Vajra Fire Lotus Seed, which constituted the flame puppet, also seemed to be attracted by something, and they all seeped down to the ground of the ring, and soon there was no spark.

At this moment, the guardian light that was shrouded in the martial arts arena suddenly turned into colorful lights in the air like a burst of fireworks, gushing into the surroundings.

The chief manager of the outer sect who had been floating in the air and was responsible for the referee of the ring, who had the Jindan cultivation level, also fell on the martial arts arena with a flash of inspiration.

He couldn't help but look at Zhu Lingwu with praise, "Okay, okay, okay! The top ten inner sect disciples of this year are indeed all the rising stars of the sect, especially you, Zhu Lingwu from Fuyang Peak, is not bad, it's good, in just ten years to get started, you can stand on this arena and attract the attention of all the disciples. This is your glory!"

The Jindan supervisor of the Outer Sect General Academy also gave Zhu Lingwu a lot of face. In front of the inner sect under the ring, the outer disciples boasted to Zhu Lingwu repeatedly.

"Now the top ten inner disciples have been determined. First place is Zhu Lingwu, second place is Xuanhua, third place is Yu Siyuan, fourth place is Dongfang Xingwen, fifth place is Wu Yangfeng Xin Qianxun, sixth place is Wu Yangfeng Wu Yanghui, seventh place is Wei Liangping, eighth place is Gui Yingwei, ninth place is Feng Yi, ninth place is Feng Yi, tenth place is Bu Junren of Fuyang Peak! Well, tomorrow is the closing day of this sect competition, let's do it today! Let's all be separated!"

"Now!", "Now!"

Zhu Lingwu, who was still standing on the ring, Luo Xiangwen, Taoist Xuanhua, and Wu Yangfeng, Douyangfeng, Xin Qianxun, Taoist Feng Yi and other top ten disciples, also greeted the Jindan general manager of the outer sect general courtyard from afar.

The melee between the top ten inner disciples began at 3:00 a.m., but now it is less than 3:00 a.m., and it has been almost three hours.

Thanks to the fact that Zhu Lingwu and the others, as cultivators, would not get hungry because they didn't eat a meal. However, after experiencing such a long battle, especially Zhu Lingwu who persisted until the end, he couldn't help but look a little tired.

At this time, Zhu Lingwu was still holding a few spirit stones in his right hand, slowly absorbing the spiritual power contained in it to replenish the lost spiritual power of his body.

In Zhu Lingwu's left hand, the innate electric spirit bead was slowly digesting the current that had not been consumed in the previous stage competition. It is estimated that this time the innate electric spirit bead can also convert a lot of innate electric spirit power.

To be honest, Zhu Lingwu was not even able to fly with the sword at this moment, but he had to maintain his demeanor and barely use the spiritual power sent from the spirit stone to allow the Chunyang Feihong Sword to continue to take him to fly in the air.

Now, in addition to the inner sect under the arena, the outer sect disciples are paying attention to Zhu Lingwu. Even in the seven immortal peaks in the air, there are also many spiritual senses sweeping on Zhu Lingwu.

There are also many Jindan real people from the seven immortal peaks. There are also many Jindan real people paying attention to this sect competition of Chunyang Sect once a decade ago.

This sect competition is not only about inner disciples competing for the top ten, but also about a chance to choose the Jindan real person as his master, but also a chance to secretly select the true disciples of the Jindan real person in Chunyang Sect.

The so-called immortal fate is really not something you can know without reason.

That kind of saying that someone who is destined to be my disciple should only appear in myths and legends. At least in this world, not all monks can have this advanced deduction and prediction technique.

Zhu Lingwu showed such glory at the sect competition, and of course he also attracted the attention of many Jindan monks. It is also very beneficial to them to have such a disciple.

Master and apprentice are like father and son. In this year, the relationship between master and apprentice is not as casual as Zhu Lingwu’s world.

Unfortunately, few people know that Zhu Lingwu already has a master candidate in his mind...
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