A Good Romance
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Ling Han walked in the mountains, following a narrow mountain path towards the Fallen Goose Valley. He encountered many battles along the way, but with his strength, he naturally easily suppressed them.
If the opponent had killing intent, he would mercilessly kill them. If the opponent only wanted to rob him, then he would be lenient. After all, fighting for tokens was the rule of the game, and not a personal grudge.
In battle after battle, Ling Han finally suppressed Sword Qi and formed Fist Qi again.
Mastery of one technique meant mastery of all techniques. Martial Art in the world originated from the same source.
He thought, 'I've encountered a bottleneck in the cultivation of Sword Qi, and have fallen into a stagnation since the fifth flash. In truth, the fifth flash was also because my father was captured, and I broke through the shackles in a fit of rage. The sixth flash was because I was discussing the art of the sword with Teacher Mo, and only then did I have an epiphany. The seventh flash was also an explosion of emotions.'
'But I can't always have such great joy and sorrow around me, and I don't want to improve my sword intent through great sorrow, because I can't be so lucky that the people around me are only injured and not killed every time.'
Since I encountered a bottleneck in the cultivation of Sword Qi, I might as well try other martial arts techniques. I've only practiced fist arts for a while, but I vaguely feel a resonance with sword arts. Maybe if I raise War Elephant Fist to the highest tier, I'll be able to form the eighth flash of Sword Qi.
On the third day, the disciples of the Winter Moon Sect officially joined the exam. There weren't many people, only about three hundred, but these people were all around twenty-five years old, and the weakest was in the Gushing Spring Tier. This was very shocking, and messed up the situation again.
Ling Han had yet to encounter an opponent, and the number of tokens he had obtained had reached the number of ten thousand, while the number of opponents he had truly defeated was only over seven hundred. Sure enough, after robbing the right people, the rewards would be even greater.
This already guaranteed him to enter the top hundred, and Ling Han didn't have the ambition to get first place, because first place was meaningless. The top hundred could enter the second round of examination.
The Fallen Goose Valley appeared. It was a natural valley that birds couldn't cross, because there was often a shocking murderous aura rushing out from below, and even Flower Blossom Tier elites would be afraid. It was said that the Winter Moon Sect had once sent a Spiritual Infant Tier elite to enter, but a total of three had entered, and in the end, only two returned. Moreover, those two had passed away not too long ago.
From then on, the Fallen Goose Valley became a restricted area. No one dared to enter.
Ling Han and the others naturally didn't need to enter the Fallen Goose Valley. They gathered at the periphery of the valley. Once they arrived, they handed over their tokens to register their identities.
"Brother, brother, can I ask you something? How many command medallions did you get?" As Ling Han walked into the safe zone, he saw a young man in his twenties approach him.
"Why should I tell you?" Ling Han asked.
"Heh heh, to be honest, amongst the people that have come here now, those ranked in the top 100 have over 900 command tokens. So, if you can't reach this number, why don't you sell the command token to me? If it's too much, why don't you share some with me? "The young man said with a grin.
Ling Han also smiled and said, "Not interested."
"Hey, hey, hey, the price can be negotiated, don't go!" The young man caught up, but Ling Han didn't pay attention to him, so he could only shake his head and wait for the people behind.
Ling Han walked all the way to the place to hand over tokens. At least a dozen people struck up a conversation with him to buy his command token, but he ignored them all.
When he came to the end, there was a high platform set up here, and those who returned had to walk up to hand over their tokens. In addition, there was also a huge white paper pasted on the platform. On it was written a hundred names, and behind each name was a number.
Obviously, this was the result of the people currently ranked in the top hundred.
Ling Han took a look. Sure enough, the last person's result was over 900, but this person would definitely be eliminated because there was still half a day before the end of the competition. There were still a large number of people who hadn't returned, and there would definitely be many whose results would break a thousand.
He glanced over and didn't find the names of Zhao Huan and the other young people of the Nine Nations of the Desolate North. Perhaps they could advance into the top ten thousand, but it would be too difficult to enter the top hundred, unless their luck was especially good and they could always encounter pushovers.
But even if they didn't enter the top ten thousand, they obtained many Yellow Dragon Fruits, so this trip wasn't in vain.
Among the people he heard of, he only found one person: Sword of Justice Bai Ming. He was now high in second place, with a result of 11,008. This result might ultimately only rank forty or fifty, or even lower, but as long as he obtained ten thousand tokens, he could enter the top hundred, so what was the point of having more?
He was also a smart person. Ling Han nodded.
He went to hand over the command token. When he waved his right hand and a large pile of command tokens piled on the table, the people in charge of counting were all shocked. They didn't think that this youngster who appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen years old would be so fierce.
This was even when Ling Han deliberately disguised himself to look older, or else his seventeen-year-old appearance would be even more shocking.
"The result is 10,086 pieces." The people in charge of counting were four Gushing Spring Tier warriors, so their speed was naturally fast. There was also a Spiritual Pedestal Tier warrior sitting on the high platform who closed his eyes to rest, ignoring everything. However, with such an elite sitting there, who dared to act recklessly?
"Name, age, birthplace, cultivation," a disciple asked, holding a book in his hand that already had many names written on it.
He was in charge of recording the top hundred results. Although the first round of examination wasn't over yet, breaking ten thousand already guaranteed that one could enter the top hundred, but the question was which rank.
Ling Han said, "Han Lin, nineteen years old, Fu Yun Mountain, first layer of the Spiritual Ocean Tier."
Han Lin was Ling Han reversed. A nineteen-year-old Spiritual Ocean Tier warrior was still shocking, but "older" by two years should be much better. Meanwhile, Mount Fuyun was a small mountain in the north region. Ling Han had seen it in a geographical record before, so he casually took it over. Because the vast lands had experienced a great calamity nine thousand years ago, many names of places had changed, so he could not rashly toss the names of places from his previous life over.
The four disciples were all shocked. Although the result of over ten thousand pieces wasn't bad, luck might have played a part, but a nineteen-year-old Spiritual Ocean Tier warrior was shocking. Even the Spiritual Pedestal Tier warrior couldn't help but open his eyes, sizing up Ling Han, nodded, and said, "Youngster, not bad, not bad at all!"
Ling Han didn't disguise himself too old because his life essence was too exuberant. If he really disguised himself as twenty-four or twenty-five years old, old Flower Blossom Tier monsters could see through it with one glance, and if they thought that he was one of the thieves in the medicine garden, that would be fun.
Ling Han smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, Senior, for your praise."
The Spiritual Pedestal Tier warrior also smiled amicably, not daring to be careless. Because a nineteen-year-old Spiritual Ocean Tier warrior was really shocking, and in the future, he might become a Flower Blossom Tier warrior, or even a Spiritual Infant Tier warrior. Even if he couldn't be friends with Ling Han, he definitely couldn't become enemies.
"This is your new token, you definitely can't lose it." A disciple handed over a heavy black token with the words "Han Lin" carved on it.
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