I started cultivating immortals from the first level of Qi refining in the city

on the ring.

The old poison Linyuan released a powerful poisonous mist, and the scene was instantly enveloped in black mist, wrapping Linyuan layer by layer.

This poisonous mist is palpitating, and it looks much stronger than the black mist on Mo Dao.

"You also practice poison kung fu?"

Seeing this, Mo Dao suddenly showed surprise in his eyes, frowned and said: "No, your Poison Art is somewhat similar to ours deep in the clouds, but not exactly the same. Who are you?"

Facing Mo Dao's questioning, Lin Yuan showed a sneer: "You ask too many questions, more than ten years have passed, let me see if you have improved!"

"You know me?" Mo Dao became even more confused, and hurriedly asked, "Who are you?"

Lin Yuan didn't answer, but mobilized the poisonous mist around him to form a long black dragon, roaring and rushing towards the ink knife.

nowadays.

He gave up his true qi, which is equivalent to giving up the secret knowledge of reincarnation, and he can no longer compare with the real old antique.

If it was in the past, the old poison's peak state was the Martial God of Land, and he could be equally divided with masters like Shi Haohan, Wang Chongyun, Zhang Tianlei, and Abbot Yuantong.

If in a few more years, when he succeeds in his last reincarnation, his strength will become extremely powerful, and he will be confident that he can crush ordinary land warriors.

But the old poison couldn't bear the temptation of cultivation, abolished the true energy in his body, set foot in cultivation, and is currently half-step foundation building state.

Lin Yuan is very clear about the fighting power of ancient warriors. He understands that with his current strength, he can defeat Shenzong in the middle stage. If he activates the Hundred Poison Banners and forcibly increases his strength, he may be invincible to Shenzong.

However, it is inevitable that he cannot be compared with the land warriors, so he dare not reveal his identity, otherwise there is no guarantee that the land warriors will not kill him.

But Linyuan is not in a hurry, he is holding the most precious poisonous banner deep in the clouds, and he has taken half a step to build the foundation in a short period of time, and he must succeed in building the foundation soon.

At that time, the Land Martial God Realm is nothing, it's just a chicken and a dog.

Originally, Linyuan planned to end the retreat after building the foundation, but the Hundred Sects Martial Arts was held instead.

Moreover, he knew that the No.1 of the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts will follow the destiny and will rule the entire ancient martial arts world.

That's why Lin Yuan decided to go out, determined to win No.1, but who knows, he met his most proud disciple in the first battle.

That's no way, in order to advance, Lin Yuan had no choice but to defeat Mo Dao.

At this moment.

Seeing the swooping black dragon, Mo Dao's face changed, and he hurriedly changed his hands, mobilizing Zhou Shen's poisonous mist to form a protective barrier, trying to block the black dragon.

boom!

Soon, the black dragon mist collided with the barrier condensed by the ink knife, making a muffled sound.

next moment.

The black dragon collapsed, and the barrier in front of Mo Dao also had cracks like spider webs.

"Yes, your strength has improved a lot."

Seeing this, Lin Yuan showed a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't speak, but transmitted his voice through his soul, making his own voice resound in Mo Dao's mind.

"Who are you!"

Mo Dao was terrified for an instant, and at the same time looked at the young man in front of him with an ugly expression.

The voice sounded in my mind, what kind of method is this, it's too weird!

In addition, the opponent's light blow just now cracked his condensed barrier. This young man must be stronger than himself.

For a moment, Mo Dao knew that he was doomed to lose, and he had no intention of fighting back. He just wanted to find out the identity of the opponent.

He has done investigations on all the major talents in the ancient martial arts world, and he has never heard of a genius who is good at poisoning.

"Ha ha!"

Lin Yuan continued the soul transmission, and said in a cold voice: "You bastard, I am your master, the son of Jue Jue!"

The old poison has been in charge of the depths of the cloud for more than 100 years, but he doesn't like being called old poison.

So a long time ago, he gave himself an awesome name.

Because the old poison's poisoning skills are unique, and the means are unique, so he used his unique skills.

In addition, many old-fashioned characters add a zi to the end of their names to show their inscrutability, such as Dan Chenzi and Feng Yangzi.

Therefore, the old poison decided to add a suffix to his name, so he became the perfect child.

This name is only remembered by a few people. People in the ancient martial arts world prefer to call him Old Poison. Basically, only when Old Poison introduces himself will he call himself Juezizi, or in public, everyone will give him face. , Privately call him the old poison.

As for the name Linyuan, it was given to him by Chu Fusheng, who was a book boy after reincarnation.

Since he didn't want to be exposed, he called himself Linyuan. Now that his soul was transmitting voices, the old poison naturally spoke of his favorite name.

"Absolutely Absolute Son!"

Mo Dao was shocked when he heard this, and looked at the old poison with doubts in his eyes.

"You don't need to say too much, I can't reveal my identity yet, and you must know that what I practice as a teacher is the secret art of reincarnation, and I haven't grown to the peak yet."

Linyuan secretly sent a voice transmission: "You don't have to doubt my identity, with my means, it is not difficult to kill you, there is no need to fool you, and the most precious hundred poisonous banners deep in the clouds are on me, you should I can feel the breath of the Hundred Poison Banner."

Hearing this, Mo Dao has already believed Lin Yuan's words, the doubts in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by excitement, his eyes were moist.

"Okay, I will find you tonight and have a long talk with you all night. Now you admit defeat and save your strength to play the rematch."

The old poison smiled softly: "With your strength, it is not a big problem to enter the top ten. Don't let outsiders look down on me."

For this disciple, the old poison is very appreciative, because Mo Dao is the most talented arrogance in the depths of the clouds for hundreds of years.

Therefore, the old poison didn't want to hurt Mo Dao, so he chose the soul sound transmission.

Mo Dao nodded, he knew that Master didn't want to reveal his identity, even if he had a thousand words to say, it was inconvenient to say it now.

After pausing for a few seconds, Mo Dao clasped his fists at Lin Yuan and said, "Your Excellency's attainments in poison art are far superior to mine. I admit defeat, and I will seek your advice next time I have a chance."

After finishing speaking, Mo Dao jumped off the ring without hesitation, and left the scene without looking back.

The audience in the audience was stunned. What's going on, are the contestants on the seventh track all so temperamental, throwing in the towel at every turn?

but.

Tucao belongs to Tucao, and everyone can understand it. After all, poisonous art is too incomprehensible, and it will kill people at every turn.

If the disparity in strength is too great, there is no need to risk your life.

But in everyone's eyes, although there is a gap between Mo Dao and this young Tianjiao Linyuan, they can still compete.

However, Mo Dao did not do this. It is estimated that the idea is the same as that of Ximen Huxiao, intending to surrender to preserve his strength, and then advance through the rematch.

In short.

The competition on the seventh track is over, and Linyuan from a small border town has successfully advanced.

For a while, many people were discussing Lin Yuan's origin.

"This boy is only in his teens, but his strength is so strong, it's unbelievable."

"It is estimated that he has hidden his identity. In a small border town, there is actually such a genius, with unfathomable poison skills, which makes Mr. Mo Dao willing to bow down."

"Couldn't he be from the top ten ancient martial arts? Although the top ten ancient clans don't interfere in the affairs of the ancient martial arts world, but this time the No.1 of the hundred sects will be in charge of the ancient martial arts world. It's hard to guarantee that the ancient martial arts won't be tempted."

"It's possible that there are too many dark horses in this year's Hundred Schools Martial Arts Competition. There was Wang Fugui before, and here comes Linyuan."

"Don't forget, Su Yang, a descendant of the Su family, also hides his strength. Before that, he resisted so many Tianjiao's attacks without a single hair loss. His strength may be similar to that of Wang Fugui, and he is at the ninth level of Qi training."

People talk.

Lin Yuan on the ring just arrived before the match, so he didn't meet Su Yang.

Hearing everyone's evaluation of Su Yang at this moment, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.