"I am me, and you don't need your recognition!" Liu Xiaoxiao let out a long roar, and raised his hands at the same time, like an eagle spreading its wings, as if he was about to rush and rush to hunt down prey.

The slender arms originally gave people a weak feeling, but at this time they were full of strength. The audience also saw that the tight sleeves were moving as the true energy moved.

The qi was shocked, and the air was even more disturbed. Everyone seemed to hear the whistling wind, just like an eagle swooping down from a high altitude.

Such momentum and power appeared on a woman, and the softness and violence formed a sharp contrast, hitting everyone's eyes, and the audience was stunned.

"A woman has the heart of an eagle and soars in the sky. Although I don't know what her move is called, she already has the form and spirit." Lin Tian smiled slightly.

"What's wrong with a woman? Can't she have ambition?" The eldest lady glanced at him, feeling a little dissatisfied.

As the two of them spoke, Liu Xiaoxiao was already attacking like an eagle. She did not use weapons, but just attacked with bare hands. However, in the first round, Liu Xiaoxiao exerted all his strength.

She knew very well the difference between herself and Ji Zimo, so she didn't leave any effort and did her best. The victory or defeat was just one blow.

The strong wind blew, and she had already arrived in front of Ji Zimo, attacking her hands with her left and right, like an eagle catching a rabbit, grabbing Ji Zimo's head.

"Eagle strikes, wind cracks!"

The low shouts exploded in everyone's ears, and those who had ridiculed her couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. They could seem to imagine that if they were standing in front of her, they might have fled in panic.

Of course, Ji Zimo is not them, Ji Zimo is a congenital master. Facing Liu Xiaoxiao's fierce attack, he did not move a step, did not dodge, and even his expression was still unfair to the ancient well.

"One punch..." Ji Zimo said lightly, then punched out without any skills, no moves, pure power.

With a bang, Ji Zimo punched Liu Xiaoxiao's martial arts moves. She felt the powerful force. In just a moment, the "eagle strike, wind crack" collapsed and collapsed.

Liu Xiaoxiao flew out and crashed into the crowd, and the ancient warriors dodged one after another.

With a bang, he fell to the ground and stopped. Liu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and wanted to stand up. Only then did he realize that his whole body was dispersed. No matter how he activates his true energy, his power could not be condensed.

"You lost." Ji Zimo said very surely, then stood still and stopped firing the second punch.

This condescending appearance made many people unhappy, and Liu Xiaoxiao was even more unhappy and dissatisfied, but she had no combat power in a short period of time and could not launch a second attack at all.

The result was clear at a glance, and the old man announced loudly: "Ji Zi Mo Sheng in the first competition."

As soon as the result was announced, Ji Zimo walked off the ring without looking back, and still sat upright in his seat, as if there had not been any battle just now.

Everyone felt the gap in strength. The innate masters are too powerful. Without the innate strength, there is almost no hope of winning, and they cannot even resist a single move.

This result has hit the loose cultivators the biggest blow. They once thought that as long as they work hard, they would one day be able to compete with the ancient martial arts family.

Now I found that those outstanding disciples of ancient martial arts families not only worked hard, but also had powerful resources.

The so-called "everyone's starting point is the same" is just a lie, because some people have things they have when they are born, which others cannot achieve in their lifetime.

The ancient martial artists of the wandering cultivators were silent. Now, they felt the gap and a kind of spiritual harm.

The disciples of the Ji family and the Situ family looked at the dejected casual cultivators, not only did they not have sympathy, but instead developed a sense of superiority.

Ji Wancheng and Situ Yuanzhong, the older generation, were even more indifferent. The effect Ji Wancheng wanted to achieve, and the Ji family established their authority and consolidated their status.

Lin Tian shook his head slightly and sighed: "There is no difference between the ancient martial arts world and the secular world. Eighty percent of resources are concentrated in the hands of twenty percent of people. These twenty percent of people form a circle and build barriers. Those eighty percent of ordinary people will not be able to break this barrier in their entire lives."

The Xiao sisters, Yun Xiaotian and Ling Shuiyao, could not refute it because they were all 20% of them. Of course, they cannot blame them. The barriers to the circle were established by their ancestors, and they were unable to change them.

Ling Yeshan slowly stood up, glanced at the people in the field, and said solemnly: "Winning is a common thing for military affairs. Among our casual cultivators, there are many people with good talent and perseverance. They just lack an opportunity."

"So, Langya Pavilion decided that after the ancient martial arts competition, it will recruit disciples from the outer sect of Langya Pavilion. As long as you have perseverance and perseverance, you can still learn the upper-level martial arts and martial arts. I hope everyone will not give up."

"The road of cultivation is long, and I have tried to search up and down, but I can't understand the truth. I just hope that there will be more people who will walk along the way." Ling Zishan's voice was not loud, but every word fell into the hearts of the ancient martial artists of the scattered cultivators.

The ancient martial artist of the wandering cultivator raised his head, looked at Ling Zishan, and Langya Pavilion, as if he was looking at the hope and the fire of faith rekindled in his eyes.

This belief is not about the Ling family, the gods, or anyone else. What they believe in is the spirit of ancient martial arts.

After hearing Ling Zishan's words, Ji Wancheng and Situ Yuanzhong frowned when they saw the reaction of the ancient martial artists of the casual cultivator. Because in their opinion, Ling Zishan's words were equivalent to breaking the rules, or rather, breaking some kind of conventional barrier.

"People Ling, some rules are customary by ancestors. Have you said something like this?" Ji Wancheng said lightly. Although he did not say it clearly, there was obviously a reproach in his tone.

"Brother Wancheng is right, it's better not to do those ruthless things." Situ Yuanzhong was too much, and turned around and said that Ling Zishan's decision was ruthless.

"Two old people are self-righteous, unwilling to break the rules, and unwilling to watch the Ling family absorb the talented people from the casual cultivators grow. They use the old rules to suppress others, and their faces are thicker than me." Lin Tian curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Of course, who is Ling Zishan? How could she be afraid of them? She said in a humble manner: "This is the matter of Langya Pavilion. I, the master of the Pavilion, should not interfere with the decision of Langya Pavilion."

Ji Wancheng could not have imagined that Ling Zishan was so disrespectful, and his brows became deeper and his face was a little chilled: "As seniors, we still have the right to give opinions."

Ling Zishan was still sitting upright, with a stern face and unshakable expression. The words he said almost made the two of them spit out a mouthful of old blood: "You can give your opinions, I can choose not to listen."
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