After getting off the stage, Gao Jianli said in a relaxed tone, "Not bad, the first opponent wasn't very strong."
"It's only the first round, don't expose too much of your strength." Shenlang said lightly.
"Young master, don't worry."
Gao Jianli nodded.
A match would end in about a fifth of an incense stick's time. It was rare for both sides to have the same strength, making it difficult to determine the winner.
As time passed, some people were happy while others were sad. However, most of the slightly famous geniuses had already advanced.
After all, although there were many warriors participating, not all of them were geniuses. Some of the warriors who participated in this Martial Arts Circle Convention just wanted to test what they had learned. In front of those geniuses, they did not think too highly of themselves.
"Seven stages, group three number eight against group one number twelve."
"Young master, it's your turn."
Gao Jianli said.
Shenlang nodded and flew to the stage.
"Peak middle stage Xiantian realm. My luck is not bad." Shenlang's opponent was a teenager with thick eyebrows. He was holding a huge Zhanmadao. The Zhanmadao's blade was cold and looked extremely sharp.
Shenlang nodded. "Yes, my luck is not bad."
Shenlang agreed with the teenager's words. As for who was the lucky one, he didn't know.
"Ha!"
The teenager with thick eyebrows shouted and rushed forward. When he was three meters away from Shenlang, he stomped his foot and raised the huge Zhanmadao in his hand. Then, he directly chopped down at Shenlang.
Although the teenager's attack was very powerful, Shenlang just shook his head. A golden light appeared in his palm. Suddenly, a dragon's roar was heard, followed by the sound of metal clashing. The huge Zhanmadao in the teenager's hand was broken down in the middle. The remaining half of the blade flew past Shenlang's nose.
Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged. With a gentle suction force from his palm, the broken half of the Zhanmadao appeared in his hand. He held the broken half of the Zhanmadao between his fingers and gently placed it on the neck of the thick-browed teenager.
"Gulp!"
The teenager with thick eyebrows swallowed a mouthful of saliva as a drop of cold sweat slid down his cheek.
Clang!
Half of the young man's Zhanmadao fell to the ground. He said bitterly, "I lost."
Shenlang shrugged. With a flick of his finger, half of the Zhanmadao appeared. Whoosh! With a thud, he stabbed it into the ground and turned around to leave.
"Saber! That's not how you use it. "
"Go back and practice."
As expected, Shenlang easily advanced.
Then came the second round, the third round, and the fifth round. Finally, it was Kim No-myung's turn to fight. Kim No-myung was not surprised and easily defeated his opponent.
With the strength of Kim No-myung and Gao Jianli, even if they encountered a genius on the Ranking List of Young Masters, as long as it wasn't one of the top 20 freaks, they wouldn't have any accidents.
The day's battles passed by quickly. The geniuses of the major powers didn't reveal much of their strength. They defeated their opponents easily. As for the dark horses, they hadn't appeared yet. After all, this was just a qualifier. It was hard to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.
After returning to Celestial Inn, Shenlang and the others had a casual meal. Then, they went back to their rooms to cultivate.
Back in his room, Shenlang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back and pondered for a while. Finally, he took out a jade box.
Shaolin Recover Pill.
Shenlang felt that it was time to break through to the late stage of Innate Stage. After the battle outside Martial City, his realm had settled down completely.
After breaking through to the late stage, he was confident that he could fight with the geniuses on the Ranking List of Young Masters.
After all, the top 20 geniuses on the Ranking List of Young Masters were all at the late stage or peak stage of Innate Stage. If Shenlang was only at the middle stage of Innate Stage, it would be a little difficult. Only when he broke through to the late stage of Innate Stage would he have confidence.
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Shenlang broke through to the late stage of Innate Stage as promised. The battles in the next few days were without suspense. Shenlang and the other two advanced triumphantly.
Today was the last day of the elimination round. It was also the time to fight for the spots on the Ranking List of Young Masters.
It was the last battle of 150 people. As long as one could advance, he or she would definitely enter the Ranking List of Young Masters.
"No.8 of Seven Group 3 VS No.1 of Seven Group 10."
Wu Xu's loud shout made everyone focus their attention.
Today was the day of the birth of an expert on the Ranking List of Young Masters. All the spectators were excited.
No matter what the ranking would be in the future, at least the winner of today's match would be an expert on the Ranking List of Young Masters in the future.
Shenlang was still sitting in the spectator area. As soon as Wu Xu's voice fell, Shenlang floated from the spectator area to the arena like an immortal.
"So handsome!!!"
In the past few days of the competition, Shenlang's name had long been known. Then, Shenlang's battle results outside Martial City were dug up.
Although Shenlang had not entered the Ranking List of Young Masters yet, he had already attracted a group of fans.
Coupled with Shenlang's Pan An appearance, female fans were more popular than male fans.
Of course, Fang Miao 'er's rumors about Shenlang were also dispelled. Short stature, ferocious-looking face, and fangs, they all disappeared after Shenlang appeared.
As for why there were so few male fans, of course, it was because of jealousy.
At this moment, most of the gazes from the VIP seats at the side of the stage had landed on Shen Lang.
Shenlang's battle results were very dazzling. One against three, he defeated Li Ming, He Tianxing, and Xue Li. No one who knew about it would look down on him.
He Tianxing, who was sitting in the audience, looked at Shenlang with a gloomy face. He was breathing heavily.
"Tianxing, your heart is in a mess."
An old man beside He Tianxing glanced at He Tianxing and said indifferently.
"Sect Master, I …"
"I know. Don't worry. After the Martial Arts Competition is over, I will personally help you kill him and erase your inner demons."
The old man interrupted He Tianxing's words and looked at Shenlang on the stage. His eyes flashed with killing intent.
Li Ming, who was sitting in the audience area, didn't think as much as He Tianxing. He just looked at Shenlang with a wry smile. Although he lost to Shenlang, he admired Shenlang very much.
Li Ming and Li Mubai were very similar. They were the kind of people who could pick up and let go.
Li Mubai also encountered setbacks when he was young, but he didn't have any inner demons. He just took that person as his goal and worked hard to cultivate until he defeated that person. Because of this, Li Mubai became known as Sword Immortal.
Since Li Mubai entered the Insightful Void Realm, he had never been defeated by someone of the same level.
Fang Miao 'er and Man Gu sat quietly in a corner of the audience area.
Man Gu said in a muffled voice, "Miss, is this the Shenlang that Palace Master asked you to bring back?"
"Yes."
Fang Miao 'er nodded slightly.
Brutal Bones took a careful look at Shen Lang and frowned, "He's very ordinary. He's far from being a martial arts maniac like Zhao Jiuzhou. In my opinion, it would be better to bring Zhao Jiuzhou back. At the very least, he'll be able to become a Divine General in the palace if he's properly nurtured."
"No! Man Gu, you underestimate him too much. You'll know when the Martial Arts Competition is over. "
Fang Miao 'er looked at Shenlang on the stage with a serious expression.
Zhao Jiuzhou, who had been sitting quietly with his head down since the start of the competition, slowly raised his head when Shenlang stepped on the stage. Zhao Jiuzhou looked at Shenlang on the stage. A trace of light flashed in his eyes.
Zhao Jiuzhou's long hair draped over his shoulders like a lion. The light in his eyes was very aggressive, as if he had seen his prey.
Shenlang turned a blind eye to the various gazes around him. At this time, he was just looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with great interest.
The middle-aged man had a white face and no beard. He was about forty years old. He looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about Shenlang's fame at all.
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