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The experts of the second round were like trees in the sky. Xiang Ying was just the tip of the iceberg.

After smoothly passing the second round of the trial, Limu also realized his own shortcomings. His cultivation was a hard wound in the martial way, but in terms of fighting experience, it was his forte. The use of two Talisman s allowed Limu to feel the strength of his spells, and allowed him to truly adapt to the training of his True Martial Sect.

After the second round, there would still be sixteen contestants left on each stage. Limu would still need to fight hard in three rounds and defeat his opponents one by one before he could truly enter the third round.

The opponents Limu faced were all the best among his peers. If he wanted to defeat them, Limu had no choice but to use his trump card — — Talisman.

Limu had become the dark horse for the True Martial Sect selection disciple test this time. Relying on his Talisman, he killed his way all the way to the third round.

Although his Gongyang Family was at its peak, it was still an unfamiliar existence in the entire Spirit Cultivation World. Limu's method of using the Talisman was also extremely secretive, so even the experts of the martial way would not be able to see through Limu's small movements. Although the supplementary item was given to the Inhibition during the True Martial Sect test, no one noticed that Limu had violated the rules.

In the second round of the trial, Limu used nine of these in the four matches. Other than the Storm Talisman and the Energetic Talisman, Limu also used a Diamond Talisman.

The Gale Incantation, Energetic Spells and Incantation of Vajra were all incantations of the Seven Heavenly Incantations, and these incantations were cultivated from the Seven Heavenly Incantations.

Limu, as a penniless beggar, had killed his way into the third round of the decisive battle. This not only attracted the attention of many spectators, it also caused the young disciples in charge of True Martial Sect to re-examine Limu, who was participating in the True Martial Sect Assessment for the first time.

"Wood! You're really not bad! Not only did he kill off Xiang Ying, who possessed a powerful leg technique, he even entered the third round of the decisive battle! Mo Yuhan was obviously shocked by Limu's performance, but she was still not optimistic about Limu's strength. She smiled coquettishly and said, "Foolish people are blessed with such luck!"

"This is called hiding your true self!" During the time Limu had been in contact with Mo Yuhan, he felt that although this crazy girl was a bit shrewd, she was still a good person. Gradually, they got to know each other and started to joke with this crazy girl, Mo Yuhan.

Mo Yuhan didn't comment on Limu's words and just giggled.

"Little bastard! Even my dog shit luck was hit by a toad! " The shadow that followed behind Limu and Mo Yuhan shot out, and a burst of anger filled the air, causing it to seem extremely discordant. Yue Zhongyang walked forward, and disdainfully snorted, revealing a ferocious face and continued: "I hope that you can enter the finals, tomorrow your opponent will be the demon that will end you! I won't let you escape! If you are lucky enough to enter the finals! I will definitely let you have a taste of my fist! "

All sorts of strange things Limu showed during the second round of training surprised many people. Limu's fighting style was not like a martial artist at all, but he could burst out the explosive power that ordinary martial artists could hardly have at every critical moment. This kind of explosive power was naturally manifested in both the aspects of speed and strength.

This made people speculate that Limu could have cultivated some kind of profound martial arts technique, but not any technique? Yue Zhongyang naturally had the same thought in his heart. Although he still looked down on Limu, but he gradually felt a sense of dread towards Limu. This feeling was very strange.

"Tomorrow's opponent? Was it even scarier than a giant? I will have to trouble Eldest Young Master Yue to make him prepare two fake teeth, in case he loses his teeth and gets laughed at by others. " Limu and Yue Zhongyang's voices were always neither warm nor pained, neither haughty nor humble. There was always a hint of sarcasm and provocation in their words.

Yue Zhongyang was choked back by Limu's words, but he was unable to reply for a while. He had a face full of resentment as he glanced at Mo Yuhan who was beside Limu, and the anger in his heart was even more unbearable. Under this helplessness, he could only glare at Limu evilly.

Limu's small and thin body actually contained a lot of energy. Every time he fought with Yue Zhongyang, he would be able to push away the arrogant and despotic Yue Zhongyang. Limu's every move and action made Mo Yuhan feel an inexplicable sense of expectation and curiosity towards Limu.

After carefully sizing up Limu, who was always disheveled and dressed in shabby clothes, his face unexpectedly had an expression that was much more mature than an ordinary child. The space between his brows was a bit unyielding and tenacious, with a sharp outline, blue eyes like the stars and the moon, and a straight and thin body. The originally unremarkable beggar in front of Mo Yuhan now appeared outstanding.

Limu suddenly felt that something was wrong with Mo Yuhan. He turned his face to look at Mo Yuhan.

Mo Yuhan was distracted for a moment, so she blushed when Limu looked at her curiously.

"Stupid wood!" Why are you looking at me like that?! " Mo Yuhan, out of embarrassment and vexation, kicked Limu's calf and almost made him fall to the ground.

Limu nearly fell down and scratched his head in confusion. At this moment, Mo Yuhan was already skipping away like a rabbit.

On the morning of the third day, spring rain fell like silk as the ring in the middle of the square was still packed with people.

The True Martial Sect's disciple selection test this year will end with the announcement of the end of the year, and the final candidate to enter the True Martial Sect will also be set in stone.

On each of the eight arenas stood two children, their gazes locked.

The pitter-patter of the spring rain added a little sternness to this duel.

In this battle, eight disciples would be chosen out of the competition to enter True Martial Sect, and one of them would become an honorary disciple.

The battle in front of them would determine whether or not the children on the stage would be able to officially enter the True Martial Sect cultivation stage during this trial.

"The third round of the training, the final battle begins!" Following the command given by the True Martial Sect youth, the gong sound rang.

The rain wetted Limu's worn-out long sleeves, making his already thin body appear even thinner.

Opposite Limu stood a sturdy boy who was over ten years old. Through his wet clothes, his strong muscles could be vaguely seen. The boy's face was full of determination and his expression was calm and gloomy. He was obviously not easy to deal with.

In the previous match, Limu also saw the strength of this boy. In his hands, the opponent never lasted more than three rounds. His body was as solid as pig iron, his bones were like cast bronze, his attacking methods were sharp, and his power was incomparable.

However, in Limu's eyes, there wasn't even the slightest bit of fear.