After dozens of rounds of "hard battle", Ning Que defeated Huo Ling'er.

After half an hour of break, a second challenger was welcomed.

The host held the microphone and shouted: "I'll invite a challenger to come out."

Under the selection of the host, a slender and strong young man walked onto the ring.

"Black flash, level 38 agile attack soul master, martial soul is a black panther, very fast and ruthless. In the last soul fight, he almost killed someone."

A middle-aged man with a mustache said with confidence: "That little man named Ren Piaomiao defeated Huo Ling'er just now, and he should have consumed a lot of soul power. I'm afraid that his soul power has not recovered for half an hour. If he faces the black flash, he will definitely lose."

A rich middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "Of course, look at the black flash, with a strong figure, Kong Wu's powerful speed, and even more outstanding. Look at Ren Piaomiao, hiding his head and showing his tail, and his short-sighted eyes, he will stop at the second round at most, and win with a strong win over the black flash."

The beard laughed: "I suddenly realized after listening to my brother's words. The odds of the second round of the champion were 2 to 1. I planned to suppress 200 gold soul coins from Black Flash. Now I raise the bet, I will suppress all my wealth by Black Flash and make a big profit."

Then insert a card into the card holder in front of the position and enter the amount.

Seeing this, the rich man gave a thumbs up: "If it's time to take action, take action, brother is decisive!"

"Decisive, I think it's a lack of mind. Haven't you noticed that Ren Piaomiao defeated Huo Ling'er and seemed to have narrowly won, but in fact he has never used his martial soul?" A young voice sounded.

"You said this, it seems to be true. Did he hide his strength?"

The smile of the mustache suddenly became serious. He turned around and found that the rich man next to him had slipped away at some point. His heart tightened and a bad premonition arose.

Under the reminder of Tongyin, some ignorant audiences around him showed a sudden look.

"Yes, I still don't know what kind of martial spirit Ren Piaomiao is!"

"I didn't see the soul ring. Did I use my own soul skill to defeat Huo Ling'er?"

"This person is hiding his appearance, but he shouldn't be old. It's unlikely that he created his own soul skills, perhaps it's a family soul skill."

"There are only a handful of sects on the mainland that have family soul skills. Is it the legendary Seven Killing Sword Chen clan using swords?"

"The Seven Killing Sword ranks second among weapons and martial souls, second only to Haotian Hammer. However, decades ago, the Chen clan had already destroyed the clan, and only a few minority members were desperate. Is this person the orphan of the Chen clan?"

...

Hearing the remarks that were getting farther and farther away from the audience, Ning Que, who was hiding under the black robe, frowned slightly, his eyes drifted away, and found that the person who had just broken the stage was Ning Fengzhi.

Didn’t this little guy follow the fifth elder to hunt soul beasts?

Come back so soon!

I am stupid Ou Doudou, I won’t get a house and untied it for three days, right?

His eyes turned, Ning Que looked at the black flash.

The black flash sounds like a false name, or code name.

This guy was wearing a leopard-headed mask and didn't seem to want others to see him.

When he showed his martial soul, Ning Que understood why he called Black Flash.

Because after the man's martial soul black panther appeared, his body was soon covered by a black leopard phantom, a pair of furry ears grew on his head, a tail about one meter long grew behind him, his hands turned into sharp claws, his face twitched, and his mouth opened and a beast roared, four pointed fangs were covered with oily and smooth black fur, reflecting bright light under the light, just like a human-shaped black panther.

As the host announced the start, the black flash that was not very ruthless and sarcastic rushed towards Ning Que quickly, and it was very fast, and it seemed that it was not intended to give Ning Que the chance to release his martial soul.

"Sword Five. Xu!"

Ning Que stepped forward with one step, drew his sword out of the sheath, and a cold light flashed by, and it was extremely dazzling.

The black flash that rushed forward was startled in his heart, and exerted force from his waist, and turned around in the air, his eyes slightly shook by the light reflected from the sword blade.

"The second soul skill - teleportation!"

The black flashing feet in the air had not yet landed on the ground. The three-wheeled soul rings of yellow, yellow and purple shone, and suddenly turned into a ray of black smoke and disappeared, and then appeared behind Ning Que.

The teleportation soul skill has its own unique features, which can cross space for a short distance and appear at any location within the coverage of the mental power of the black flash.

However, it consumes a lot of soul power and has been used as the trump card by the black flash.

[Every time I think of getting in touch, I was forced to give out the trump card. This guy named Ren Piaomiao is really amazing, but it's over!]

A thought flashed through the black flash, and a pair of sharp claws suddenly extended, grabbing towards the back of the opponent's neck.

He was about to grab Ning Que's back neck, Ning Que's expression was as usual, and with a blue sword light, he turned into reality.

The sword blade divides the light into shadows, and a blue sword flower blooms, splendid and dangerous.

In an instant, the black flashing claws were cut off together.

At the critical moment, the black flash used teleportation again, pushed to the edge of the ring, sweating in his head and breathing heavily.

Ning Que turned his head and smiled and said, "Kitten, it's time for you to repair your nails."

"Damn it, there is no soul-appearing ring. Isn't it a skill attached to the soul skill? Is it a family-born soul skill?"

It is not difficult to create your own soul skills, but the difficult thing is the family soul skills that can be inherited.

Unless it is a martial soul of the same lineage, even if you know the method of others creating your own soul skills, you cannot perfectly copy other people's own soul skills.

The family soul skills are soul skills that have been passed down by generations, such as the "Random Cloak Hammer" of Haotian Sect, the "Daosumer Hammer", the "Distracted Control" of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and the "Dragon Transformation" of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family, all belong to the family soul skills.

In the audience, some soul masters with sword-like weapons and martial souls saw Ning Que's sword technique, and their eyes were lit.

Ning Que showed a new door to them.

It turns out that swords can be used like this.

These soul masters rely too much on martial souls and soul skills. Few people are talented in creating their own soul skills. However, after seeing Ning Que Xingyun Liushui's sword move, some people seemed to have some insights but could not catch them.

Some people are also thinking of finding opportunities to seize Ning Que and forcing the other party to hand over the skills of the monk's soul-transferring skills, once and for all.

But they couldn't figure out Ning Que's bottom, fearing that if the other party had a strong backer behind him, they would instead put themselves in.

Greed and reason are playing in their minds.

The third elder watched the game in the audience and saw the young master using unprecedented soul skills and maintaining a calm look.

Maybe I have seen the surprise brought by Tonyingenque and I am already a little numb.

Even if Ning Que told the third elder that day that he was the reincarnation of a god, he would probably smile slightly and would never slap.

And the black flash at the edge of the ring, looking at the nails that were cut off from the fingertips of Fitness's middle finger, cold sweat broke out.

In the moment just now, he almost thought that his hands had been cut off.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

However, he also realized the difference between the two, and the magical swordsmanship, which made him feel scared when he thought about it.

He shouldn't be on stage, he should be offstage, just watch the other party pretend, why should he challenge him?

The only thing that is thankful is that this is a battle of defense, not a life-and-death battle.
Chapter completed!