In the wish space, Yang Ling sat cross-legged on the bluestone, beside him was his clone, and floating in front of him was the dry blue ice crystal.

Originally, he came to the Tianyi Empire with a relaxed mind, saying that he was going to rob, but in fact it was more like a trip to the mountains and water.

But after understanding Mu Liuguang's sad wish to go to **** with herself, Yang Ling desperately wanted to become stronger with life and death at stake.

It is impossible to be promoted to the next level in just a few days. After thinking about it, he decided to thoroughly refine the dry blue ice crystals and stack his defense capabilities to the extreme.

After taking a deep breath, Yang Ling and the clone shot at the same time, and the two true qi enveloped the dry blue ice crystal, and strands of blue "color" began to radiate from the ice crystal, and he was carefully inhaled into the body.

Time was flowing every minute, and Yang Ling and the clone kept this action. Twelve hours later, the system prompts that the time to enter the wish space today is full.

He had to leave the space to practice outside, while the clone continued to stay in the space, dissolving the ice crystals with true energy and storing them, so that Yang Ling could directly absorb them tomorrow.

In this way, Yang Ling spent twelve hours refining ice crystals in the twenty-four hours a day, and spent the other twelve hours practicing silently in the cave outside.

During this period, the chaser was directly turned off, and there was no distractions in his mind, and only the word "cultivation" was in his eyes.

The so-called cultivation has no years, and the blinking time of seven days passed in a flash. On this morning, in the space of desire, he slowly inhaled the last strand of dry blue ice crystals in his body and digested it completely. At this moment, he was above the sea of ​​qi in his body. An ice lotus floated slowly, echoing the fire lotus formed by the real fire of Ziyang.

"Ice shield!"

He gave a soft drink, and his whole body was immediately covered by ice crystals. After a touch, he was delighted to find that the ice layer formed by the dry blue ice crystals was abnormally strong and the magic weapon was difficult to break.

I don't know if this defense can resist Mu Liuguang's Ten Tribulations Demon Soldier.

Seeing that the time is almost there, he left the wish space, and after looking for the direction, he shot towards the Imperial Capital.

In the imperial capital of Tianyi Empire, the huge martial arts field is crowded with people. Its layout is a bit similar to a football field. Below is the game field and surrounded by stands. The difference is that it is many times larger than the football field. There are also various VIP boxes on the stands.

There are a total of nine arenas in the arena, and eight sub-rings are usually surrounded by stars and moons. There is a large notice board next to the nine arenas with the names of the participants in the selection and the order of the battle. The various rules for the selection of the Great Son.

The eight sub-rings are held by eight saints, and the central main arena is the celestial fox saint. Those who participate in the selection will only be eligible to challenge the saints if they defeat all opponents in the same group.

In addition to the young talents selected by each country, there are also contestants from the imperial jurisdiction. For the purpose of extensive assessment, people in the imperial jurisdiction can participate as long as they sign up and do not need to pass any qualification test.

This has resulted in tens of thousands of people participating in the selection, so the contest may last for many days, depending on the speed of the contest.

In a corner of the stands, Yang Ling's clairvoyance skills saw everything truly.

Su Qianmo was placed on the third ring. In the first round, a guy named Chen Sheng played against him. If he wins, he can enter the next round. If he fails, he is eliminated.

In terms of rules, it is actually similar to all kinds of arena competitions, but what made Yang Ling laugh or cry was that he saw a lot of people on stage under his own name, nearly a thousand people...

It seems that the imperial princess participated in the contest and the search for "Yangling" has been completely fermented, and many people are thinking of imposting as a servant.

Because of this kind of speechless thing, this competition was also secretly called the "Yangling" competition by the people. Who can become the real Yangling is more exciting than choosing the Great Son.

There was still a while before the competition officially started. Yang Ling glanced across the audience, and did not see Mu Liuguang's figure, but found Su Qiling and three people in a corner. He smiled slightly and walked towards there.

auzw.com The three daughters were talking about Yang Ling's affairs. Suddenly, after seeing him, there was an expression of surprise on their faces. Yun Xia Lei smiled lightly: "You are here. "

"Ok."

Yang Ling smiled and nodded, while Su Qiling hugged him for the first time and said intimately, "I miss you so much!"

After "touching" and "touching" her head, Yang Ling looked at Su Qianmo and said, "How is it, my identity is not exposed, right?"

Su Qianmo giggled and said, "The protagonist of the competition is finally here, don't worry, the world only knows that my entourage is called Qingfeng."

"Ding, you have fulfilled the wishes of the three girls who want to see you. The wish value is +4."

After talking about a conversation, Yang Ling remembered something and said: "Qiling, how about the live broadcast, is it still on now?"

"It's on, everyone misses you!"

The people cheered the moment they saw Yang Ling, and the barrage also exploded, and many girls cried and cried, not seeing A Ling for a long time, they were worried to die.

Liu Muhan and other girls were relieved to see that Yang Ling's expression was intact as usual.

Yang Ling smiled and waved to the sky, "Hello everyone, I'm back again."

"A Ling, we miss you so much!"

"Aling, we love you!"

"Where did you go? It won't be delicious without you."

All kinds of barrage appeared one after another, and Yang Ling smiled and said, "I'm worried about everyone. Let's start a live broadcast with Qi Ling. Everyone has a better perspective."

When he said that, he patted his head. A Ling's familiar perspective appeared in the closed live broadcast room, and the people were all excited and tears filled their eyes.

There are four words on the barrage: Return of the King.

"Ding, it was detected that you restarted the live broadcast after seven days, and a large number of people around the world believe that you are the return of the king. The system determines that you have dominated a small area with a wish value of +100."

Is this the return of the king?

Yang Ling was in a good mood, and his popularity was really high. He could dominate the field casually.

Yun Xia Lei looked at Yang Ling curiously and said, "By the way, what's the matter with your outfit? Didn't you always wear armor before?"

At this moment, Yang Ling had replaced the Daming Fenghua suit, but was wearing a Taoist robe. It was not the monk wearing the green robe, but the authentic Taoist robe, as if he was a little Taoist who just came down the mountain.

Yang Ling laughed and said, "It's true that I was wearing armor when I met the princess that day. I was afraid that this woman would expose my attire and cause unnecessary trouble, so I changed it and dressed it up."

"By the way, Qinglan, we are obviously a brother-sister relationship. You will change your pretend soon, just pretend to be a little Taoist aunt."

Yun Xia Lei's face blushed, and he whispered: "It's OK, but I didn't say it, don't you call my nickname..."

"Ding, you have fulfilled Yun Xialei's wish to call yourself Qinglan, and the wish is worth +1."