Martial World

"One hundred and twenty-six!"

"God! He's only fifteen!"

There were more than 100 people. After seeing Lin Ming's ranking, Sisi's air-conditioning could not stop.

At the beginning, Ling Sen, Tuo Ku, and Zhang Guanyu were not so perverted. Ling Sen was only one hundred and forty-five, Tuoku was one hundred and forty-two, and Zhang Guanyu was the most powerful, reaching one hundred and four, reaching one hundred and thirty-eight. Compared to Lin Ming's one hundred and twenty-six, it's a lot worse. You know, the higher the ranking, the harder it will be to advance one!

This is a monster!

Some people are still staring at the ranking stone, as if they don't believe the results displayed on it. "Is there something wrong with this stone wall? It only takes more than half of the time for two incense sticks. It makes no sense to rank one hundred and twenty-sixth!"

"The ranking stone was carved by a congenital master from the Seven Profound Valley, how could there be a problem? That's right, if you want to get into the top 130, you have to kill three sticks of incense, but if your own strength is too strong, you won't be able to kill the enemy. Fighting, if you kill him with a few strokes..." A person spoke slowly, but this person was Lin Ming's instructor Hong Xi.

After listening to Hong Xi's words, those people's Adam's apple twitched fiercely. Their own strength is so strong that they don't need to fight to kill the enemy. Could it be... Could this kid still have spare power! ?

That would be horrible.

At this time, Zhang Cang stared at Lin Ming with an ugly expression, one hundred and twenty-six! Although it is far worse than him, the other party is three years younger than him.

"This Lin Ming, I don't know what heaven and earth treasure he has eaten. He is so powerful that he is only at the peak of the second level of physical training! He has also absorbed the medicinal power of the Red Gold Dragon Marrow Pill and the Golden Snake Chidan Pill. How can he absorb his third-grade mid-level talent so well?"

Lin Ming also looked at Zhang Cang, with a hint of fighting intent in his eyes. There was still a month left, and it would not be a problem to surpass Zhang Cang!

"Okay, you are very good." At this moment, the voice transmission of true essence sounded in Lin Ming's ear, it was Zhang Cang's voice, "You really surprised me, even though you are only a third-rank mid-level talent, you are able to send a red-gold dragon to your heart. Marrow Pill and Jinshe Chidan Pill absorbed the medicinal powers so thoroughly that they were ranked 126th. However, it would be naive to think that you would be able to beat me in the gambling battle. I will let you understand immediately. The gap between you and me, there is only one month left in our gambling fight, do you still have the ability to get such amazing medicines as the Red Gold Dragon Marrow Pill and the Golden Snake Chidan Pill? Even if you get it, this kind of direct growth The real essence brought by the medicine of gong power is not pure, it takes time to purify, can you still eat it?”

"You still have to lose!"

As Zhang Cang said, he had already walked to the altar of the Ten Thousand Killing Formation, and he could no longer remain calm.

At this time, the disciples who participated in the test with Lin Ming were also ejected from the Ten Thousand Killing Formation. Although they persisted longer than Lin Ming, their ranking was not as good as Lin Ming. Nineteen only.

The rays of light from the Ten Thousand Killing Formation rose, and Zhang Cang was enveloped in it, and the assessment began!

Letting the light flicker, Zhang Cang sat on the altar like an old monk in meditation.

Although the Ten Thousand Killing Array is a phantom array, all the scenes in it can't be real anymore. The consumption of real energy and physical strength will cause the tester's breathing to speed up, the heartbeat will increase, and the physical injury will cause the tester's face to be pale and painful.

But Zhang Cang was so relaxed, it was obvious that the enemies he encountered in the illusion formation were not opponents at all.

"That senior brother is Zhang Cang, as expected of a master ranked 109th, he's amazing!"

A freshman who just passed the assessment said that it was the first time he saw an old disciple with such a high ranking, and he was a little excited and in awe.

"Yes, I heard that it has been three months since his last ranking. This time there should be a big improvement, maybe he will enter the top 100..."

Lin Ming watched the burning incense, and the second incense stick quickly burned to the end.

There are two incense sticks. Several people have popped up in the Ten Thousand Killing Formation. One of them is a new student of the Hall of Earth. His ranking is 215.

Not too bad either.

The third stick of incense was lit, and it quickly ignited most of the time. This time, it had already exceeded Lin Ming. With Zhang Cang's strength, he would naturally not be slower than Lin Ming in earning points.

No one was surprised. It would be surprising if Zhang Cang couldn't persist here.

The third incense stick burned out, and Zhang Cang finally felt unsupported.

The fourth incense stick was lit. Zhang Cang groaned, obviously injured. Halfway through the fourth incense stick, Zhang Cang was ejected by the magic circle.

The final ranking, one hundred and three!

After Zhang Cang came out, he glanced at the ranking and frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the result. Although he has improved by more than five places, this time he has accumulated a lot of money, and he was planning to hit the top 100.

He glanced at Lin Ming and said, "I will wait for you for the decisive battle in a month's time."

At this time, Lin Ming did not put too much attention on Zhang Cang. He was thinking about the weapon he had just chosen—the gun.

Go get a good gun!

The assessment lasted for the whole morning. In the morning, almost all the fighters who participated in the assessment were second- and third-level physique practitioners, and they were all ranked outside the top 100.

But when it was close to noon, there were quite a few masters in the 4th-level Yijin period of the Ten Thousand Killing Formation. Their strength suddenly soared by a notch, and several people even got the results before the 50th place.

Many young people who had just entered the Seven Profound Martial Palace were watching the battle with great interest, but Lin Ming left early. If he could see the scenes of those masters fighting, of course he would not miss them, but now he can only see those masters sitting in Wan Shao In the array, if he can't learn anything, he naturally loses interest.

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After walking through a few streets, Lin Ming arrived at the largest weapon shop in Tianyun City - the Hall of Weapons of God at noon.

Shenbingtang is the oldest weapon shop in Tianyun City. It has been handed down from the previous dynasties, and its history is longer than that of Tianyun Kingdom. Two hundred years ago, Tianyun National Kingdom, and then Shenbingtang was already a century-old brand.

Lin Ming looked at the Hall of Divine Soldiers from a distance, the ninth-floor attic, which vaguely implied the meaning of the supreme among the soldiers. There was a big gilt signboard at the door. The characters on it were dignified, and the silver hook and iron painting. Just looking at it, you would feel a fierce momentum. From the shop, there is no doubt that the person who wrote this word is also a martial arts master.

There were not many customers in the shop, but half of these customers were martial arts masters, and some of them were at the peak of the bone-forging stage, which made Lin Ming secretly startled. These people are only one step away from the pulse condensation period. Of course, it is extremely difficult to take this step.

Lin Ming wore the unique uniform of the Seven Profound Martial Palace this time, so even though he was young, he also attracted the attention of the shop clerk. The disciples of the Seven Profound Martial Palace had a very high status.

"Young man, what weapon do you want to buy?"

"Gun!" Lin Ming said.

"Oh?" The clerk was slightly startled. There were not many people buying guns. Even if there were, they were usually burly men. Ninety percent of the young scholars came to buy swords. He didn't expect that there were only ten people. Five or six-year-olds want to buy a gun as soon as they speak.