God-level Replication System

Soon, half an hour passed.

Zhang Pingyue entered the ring, looked around the audience, and said loudly:

"This competition, the third round and the final, the first three qualifying matches, start now!

In the first game, Zhang He vs. Chen Yu! "

The sound fell, and the court quieted down.

Everyone's eyes gathered on the ring.

This arrangement obviously tacitly agreed that Lin Xuan was the first, Zhang He and Chen Yu faced off, and the winner competed with Lin Xuan to decide first.

In this regard, everyone is not surprised.

After all, in the previous competition, Lin Xuan's strength had already surpassed Zhang He and Chen Yu.

Not long after, the two entered the ring.

After Zhang Ping announced the start, the two fought.

In order to win, Zhang He played against Lin Xuan and won the first place.

In this game, I didn't keep my hands, and did my best.

Chen Yu was trying to compete for second place, and he was doing his best.

However, the two were originally among the four geniuses of Qingyu City.

The difference in strength is not too obvious.

Zhang He didn't want to expose his hole cards in advance.

For a while, the two were actually stuck together, regardless of superiority or superiority.

The fighting was fierce.

All the spectators around was watching attentively, and exclaimed straightforwardly.

However, in terms of the degree of shock, it is still far inferior to the previous battle that Lin Xuan spiked Wu Qili.

Before I knew it, ten minutes passed.

After all, Zhang He has a greater advantage and has the upper hand.

A few more minutes passed.

Zhang He made a full blow and flew Chen Yu out and won.

Temporarily advanced to second place.

Zhang Ping announced:

"In this game, Zhang He won.

Rest for half an hour before proceeding to the next one. "

Zhang Ping's color is still heavy, and there is no sign of joy because of Zhang He's victory.

Chen Yu's defeat was normal and not worthy of joy.

If he can defeat Lin Xuan, he should be excited to celebrate.

However, even the duel against Chen Yu was so difficult.

It's hard to imagine what the next battle against Lin Xuan will be.

Even if Zhang Ping is in charge of the City Lord's Mansion, he is not very optimistic about Zhang He's situation in the next duel.

Zhang He's eyes were full of warfare. After a glance at Lin Xuan, he stepped off the ring and returned to the stand to rest and recover.

Lin Xuan sneered at this.

Before long, another half an hour passed.

Zhang Ping announced loudly:

"In the second game, Lin Xuan vs. Zhang He!"

In an instant, the court fell into a dead silence.

As if holding their breath, everyone on the court focused on Lin Xuan and Zhang He, looking forward to them.

This may be the most intense of this competition.

It's also a competition for the first place.

Sincerely looking forward to it.

Under everyone's attention, Lin Xuan and Zhang He stood up in the stands.

After a while, they all came to the ring and looked at each other.

Zhang He glanced at the two men with a heavy face, and said:

"The test begins!"

Immediately retreated to the side, waiting for the next battle.

Lin Xuan's expression was indifferent, but he didn't act directly.

His gaze swept across Zhang He.

Huh!

"Name: Zhang He."

"Cultivation Base: Early Stage of Enlightenment Stage."

"Talents: high-grade cultivation talent, low-grade strength talent, and inferior speed talent."

"Martial arts: Zhenshanquan (second-order top grade, Xiaocheng)...Boiling skills (second-order top grade, entry, incomplete)..."

"Personal Treasures: None."

Looking at Zhang He's attribute panel, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed as she thought.

"Ding, consume 1000 energy points, copy successfully, and obtain [Boiling Skill (Second Grade, Entry, Incomplete)."

Announced use.

A faint warm current flows past.

A playful smile flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

"It turns out that this incomplete blood martial arts is Zhang He's trump card."

Lin Xuan thought secretly.

The look is still as usual.

He has mastered this boiling skill.

It is generally known that he can boil vitality and blood in exchange for short-term powerful strength.

But Lin Xuan was still unmoved.

Many of his talents have surpassed Zhang He, coupled with various high-level martial arts.

Even if Zhang He urged this **** martial arts and his strength soared, he still didn't care about it.

You can use this to gain more energy points.

Lin Xuan's expression became pensive.

What's more, the grade of this blood martial arts was beyond his expectations.

Although it was displayed as Tier 2, it was only a thousand energy points that were needed for Tier 3 treasures to be copied.

It can be seen that its power should be comparable to third-order martial arts.

It seems that the power of blood martial arts is far from comparable to the same level.

Although it can only break out for a short time, it can't be shit.

You have to be careful when you encounter it in the future.

And these are just breaths, no one notices anything.

opposite.

Zhang He's face is solemn, arching his hands:

"Lin Xuan, you are very strong!

However, if you want to defeat me, it is not that simple! "

Between Zhang He's words, there is no meaning of victory.

It can be seen that even with that hole card, there is no certainty about opening and closing.

Lin Xuan smiled heartily when he saw this.

This combination is really a good person, and now I'm starting to give him energy points.

But, how are you doing to the end?

Send more energy points.

As a price, I won't hurt you seriously.

In performance, he doesn't understand sensuality.

"Really? Try it then?"

Lin Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he blasted out a punch.

"Broken Jade Fist!"

The fists are surging, and the air bursts wherever they pass, and the power is amazing.

Compared with Wu Qili's previous punch, it was a bit more powerful.

The speed is extremely fast, as if it turns into a series of afterimages, there is no way to dodge it.

"it is good!"

Zhang He flocked and sent it out with one punch.

"Zhenshanquan!"

The fist is also fierce and unusual.

This was his strongest punch, except for the last hole card.

He also wanted to try, how big the gap between himself and Lin Xuan was.

Under everyone's attention on the field, the two fists struck together.

boom!

There was a loud noise.

It spreads in all directions, bringing up waves of air.

This time, Lin Xuan still trembled, and stood still, nothing happened.

On the other side, Zhang He's complexion changed slightly.

I only felt that a huge force surged like a torrent, which was far beyond his ability to resist.

Involuntarily stature, back again and again.

He retreated tens of meters away, barely stabilized at the edge of the ring, and did not fall.

In the big match, only if you fall out of the ring, or take the initiative to surrender, and one party has no resistance, can you be considered a winner.

At this time, Zhang He almost fell, but he still kept it, not a defeat.

But when everyone on the court saw this, they all sighed secretly.

Strike against regret and make a judgment.

Lin Xuan's strength is obviously much stronger than Zhang He.

This is a big match, it should be Lin Xuan who won the first place.

Everyone secretly said.

Zhang He is not bad, he is the only one who has received Lin Xuan's punch and is undefeated so far.

Compared with the other disciples, they are much better.

Unfortunately, I met Lin Xuan.

It can only be defeated.

On the ring.

Lin Xuan looked at Zhang He at the edge of the ring, clenched his fists, and looked satisfied.

"This time, the strength is well mastered."