Chapter 560 Ranked Third

"When did the Lin family have this weird secret technique of clones?"

Zheng Tianlong on the high platform murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion.

He knew that Li Xuanji, whom Zheng Huaikong initially targeted, was indeed real, but Li Xuanji's real body turned into a fake one in an instant.

Li Xuanji's real body can switch between fake bodies. Unless all five bodies attack at the same time, they can't hurt him at all.

"There are so many secrets in the world, how can we possibly know them all?"

Song Chengyun shook his head lightly, but he had other thoughts in mind.

Under the ring, Zheng Changjue looked at Zheng Huaikong with a broken arm, murderous intent looming in his heart.

The spiritual objects that can reconnect a severed arm are basically fourth level or above, and are extremely rare. Not to mention that the Zheng family does not have such spiritual objects, even if they do, they will not be used by a junior foundation builder.

Therefore, Zheng Huaikong's future cultivation will stop here.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge? If not, this will be the fight..."

Before Song Weidong finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Xuanji: "I will continue to challenge."

"My friend, you are already in the top ten at the early stage of foundation building. It is already very good. Remember, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky."

Song Weidong's impression of Li Xuanji was getting worse and worse. He tried his best to protect him over and over again, but this guy was so ignorant.

"Fellow Daoist Song, this is the genius of the Lin family. Maybe he can defeat the top ten people!"

Zheng Changjue suddenly interrupted and said that he was afraid that Li Xuanji would not challenge.

"Hey, this kid is extremely talented, but his brain is not bright."

Song Weidong sighed and asked: "Which position do you want to challenge?"

"third!"

"Third, are you right?"

Song Weidong looked at the little kid on the ring with a strange expression.

"You, get down here quickly!"

Lin Qingya wanted to call Li Xuanji's name, but she didn't know his name yet, so she could only worry.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started!"

Li Xuanji put his hands behind his back and said impatiently.

This look made everyone secretly dumbfounded. This boy was really arrogant.

Although the third Zheng Huaifeng is also in the middle stage of foundation building, since he can enter the top three, his strength is definitely not comparable to ordinary mid-stage foundation building.

Soon, Li Xuanji came to Zheng Huaifeng's ring, and the two stood opposite each other.

"Boy, don't think that defeating my thirteenth brother means you are invincible. I will definitely make you regret it today!"

I saw Zheng Huaifeng say something sinisterly, flipping his palm, and a golden short knife appeared in his hand.

The short sword was more than a foot long, golden in color, flashing with a cold light, and a strong evil aura hit his face.

"go!"

Zheng Huaifeng gave a soft drink, took off his short knife, and shot it towards Li Xuanji.

The dagger was extremely fast and arrived in front of Li Xuanji in the blink of an eye.

"You dare to display any scraps of scrap metal to show off."

Li Xuanji pinched the magic formula, and the white flying sword suddenly came out, and a sharp force about a foot long surged out, directly crushing the golden dagger, turning into fragments flying in the sky and falling to the ground.

"this……!"

Everyone was stunned again. It was a high-grade spiritual weapon, but it was crushed so easily by him.

"Pfft!"

Zheng Huaifeng was caught off guard and spurted out a mouthful of blood, seriously injuring his consciousness.

"This is impossible!"

Zheng Huaifeng roared in disbelief.

"What you used is not a spiritual weapon at all, you cheated."

He couldn't believe that his own spiritual weapon couldn't withstand any encounter, unless the other party's treasure was not of the same level as his.

"You are so bold that you dare to break the rules of fighting. I will definitely bring you to justice today!"

Zheng Changjue's murderous intention aroused, and with a pinch of the magic formula, a big black hand flew towards Li Xuanji and grabbed him.

At this moment, a blue sword light swept out, smashing the big black hand into pieces.

Zheng Changjue looked at the person who took action. It was Lin Qingya's fourth uncle, Lin Chaosong. Both of them were golden elixirs.

"Lin family, you are blatantly disobeying the rules. Do you really think that my Zheng family can't do anything to you?"

Zheng Changjue glared angrily.

Lin Qingya snorted coldly: "This is the Song family. Whether there is any violation of the rules should be decided by the Song family. Could it be that the Zheng family wants to turn against the guests? Do you still take the Song family seriously?"

"You, you..."

Zheng Changjue's face was the color of pig liver, and he was speechless.

"That's enough, why don't you apologize to these two fellow Taoists!"

Zheng Tianlong suddenly scolded.

"Sorry, two seniors, I'm rude!"

"Sorry, Master Song!"

Zheng Changjue first bowed to Song Weiping and Song Chengyun, and then raised his hand to Song Weidong.

However, he had already given the Lin family a death notice in his heart. As long as he left the sea of ​​blue algae, he would definitely make Lin Qingya and his party pay the price.

At this time, Song Weidong came to Li Xuanji: "Little friend, I need to check your flying sword now."

"You can do anything!"

Li Xuanji looked calm and threw the flying sword directly to Song Weidong.

Seeing Li Xuanji's behavior, Song Weidong couldn't help but twitch his eyes. This man had no respect for him at all.

After a while, a flash of shock flashed in Song Weidong's eyes, he gave Li Xuanji a meaningful look, and then returned the flying sword to him.

Then he said loudly: "This little friend is indeed using a spiritual weapon and is not cheating."

"This is impossible!"

Zheng Huaifeng couldn't believe it.

"Master Song, did you make a mistake in your inspection? This sword shattered a high-grade spiritual weapon with one strike. How could it still be a spiritual weapon?"

Zheng Changjue said with a look of disbelief.

Song Weidong's face turned cold when he heard this: "Could Fellow Daoist Zheng be questioning my vision?"

"I don't dare, but this...?"

At this moment, Song Chengyun, who was on the high platform, said calmly: "Then there is only one possibility. The refining material of this sword is not of the second level."

Song Weidong nodded: "Old ancestor is wise, if I am not mistaken, this sword is made of snow-grained wood from the Xu family in the Azure Sea, and it is at least five hundred years old with snow-grained wood. Wood."

"This is impossible. A flying sword made from snow-grained wood that is over 500 years old is at least a third-level mid-level magic weapon. How can it still be a spiritual weapon?"

"And as we all know, apart from supplying the Baihua Sect and the Li family, the Xu family's snow-grained wood that is over 500 years old is rarely seen on the market. How can a declining family like the Lin family possibly buy it?"

Zheng Changjue's face was flushed and he was already a little hysterical.

"Little friend, can you show me the flying sword?"

Song Chengyun was also full of doubts at this moment.

Li Xuanji raised his sleeves, and the flying sword flew out suddenly, and Song Chengyun caught it in his hand.

"What a sword!"

As soon as he got this sword, Song Chengyun couldn't help but admire it. He was also a master of weapon refining, so he naturally saw the extraordinary quality of this flying sword at a glance.

"It is true that there is no treasure taboo engraved on this sword, so it cannot be regarded as a magic weapon. However, because of its precious refining materials, it is easy to destroy ordinary spiritual weapons. It is also very simple to upgrade this sword to a magic weapon in the future. This should be the reason for refining this sword. The person did it deliberately.”

"What, isn't this a prodigal? The material that can be refined into a magic weapon has been refined into a spiritual weapon."

The foundation-building monks in the square immediately sighed when they heard this. They looked unhappy, but in their hearts they were extremely jealous.

"Okay, let's leave this matter alone. If it is really a magic weapon, how can he possibly use it with his mere initial cultivation of foundation building."

Song Chengyun spoke calmly. Although his tone was indifferent, it carried undoubted power.

When the Zheng family heard this, although they were not angry, they could not find any reason to defend themselves.

"Okay, in that case..."

Before Song Weidong could finish speaking, Li Xuanji interrupted him again: "Wait, I will continue to challenge!"

"Boy, you are already ranked third, don't push yourself further!"

Song Weidong glared at him angrily, thinking that Li Xuanji wanted to challenge Song Yuanshan, who was ranked second.

With the sword in his hand, no one's spiritual weapon among the Foundation Establishment monks present could compare with his.

"Senior, I misunderstood. I only have the first place in my heart. As for the second place..."

Li Xuanji didn't finish his words, but there was a look of contempt on his face.

"Asshole, if you dare to look down on me, I'm going to challenge you."

Song Yuanshan, who was ranked second, suddenly became furious and pointed at Li Xuanji with a cold look on his face, wanting to eat him.