The Third Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty-Fourth Chapters of Acting

When the blade was cut, Ling Han flicked his fingers at will, dinged the ground, and saw that the knife flew out.

The strong man who shot the shot screamed, his tiger's mouth was cracked, blood rushed, and the pain was piercing.

Ling Han showed no mercy, and pointed again and again, poof, a burst of energy shot out from the acupoint, which fell into the strong man's eyes, and immediately smashed his brain into pieces.

The power of the acupoint attack is slightly weaker, and it can only disrupt a master like Liu Huayun, but not everyone is a one-star genius, and the strong man is a little stronger than the general search for the secret realm. Ling Han's orifice attack could not be stopped.

Ling Han withdrew his fingers, with a light-hearted look, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

However, there were many people nearby who saw this scene, and all of them were awe-inspiring.

Here comes a cruel man.

They didn't dare to provoke Ling Han, anyway, they haven't found where the eighteen claws of the golden eagle are, and it's not the time for the final fight.

Besides, people with a bit of strength also believe that they can advance to the top 32, and it is impossible to fight too hard when competing for exercises. This is just to get a ticket in advance and get an immortal method. If this is the case It would be too wrong to die.

Ling Han was looking for it on the top of the mountain, but no one knew what the carrier of this golden eagle's eighteen-claw technique looked like.

Carved on slate? Jade board? Or was it drawn on paper or cloth?

Therefore, it is a bit difficult to find it, and you need to open your eyes and look carefully.

Otherwise, it would have been crowded with so many people, wouldn't it have been found early?

The fighting is still going on, and many people think that since they haven't found the immortal art, let's kill first. Anyway, if they kill almost everyone, they can also guarantee that they will enter the top 32.

Ling Han didn't have the heart of the Virgin, and he didn't try to stop it. Since he came to participate in the competition, he had to have a corresponding consciousness. He didn't force anyone to go up the mountain with a knife, so now he can only be conceited.

The shouts echoed in the sky, and from time to time, there were screams from people, and some people fled down the mountain, not to find a place to hide, but to stop playing and to escape the mountain and abandon the game.

Ling Han turned a deaf ear, he had to find out the immortal art quickly, so that he would have more time to study.

"Found it!" Someone suddenly shouted.

Immediately, all eyes were on the past.

I saw that under a huge rock, a book with only a corner exposed was borrowed.

This should be the eighteen claws of the golden eagle!

The person who made the cry had a look of regret on his face, as if he was regretting why he cried out. Wouldn't it be better to make a fortune in a low voice?

"Hahahaha, this is mine!" A figure flew over like a dragon, and slapped the rock with a palm, trying to wave the big stone and take away the immortal art below.

"Think beautifully!" Someone shot to intercept.

At this time, those who dare to snatch immortal arts are naturally masters. Ordinary people can only try their luck. At such a critical moment, going up to snatch it is to die.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fierce battle started immediately, and more and more masters joined the fight, but under the mutual restraint, no one could shoot the rock flying and obtain the immortal spell pressed down below.

Ling Han did not step forward, because he remembered very clearly that he had seen there before, and there was absolutely no borrowing of the book.

Why did it suddenly change now?

Was it really that person who lost his temper under the "surprise"?

Obviously not.

Ling Han caught the previous person in the crowd, and soon, he was located,

This is a twenty-three or four-year-old young man, who was annoyed before, but now he is sitting on a rock with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, watching the play leisurely.

really.

Ling Han walked over, leaned on the stone, and said, "It feels very fulfilling to start such a battle with one hand, right?"

The young man smiled slightly: "What are you talking about, why can't I understand it?"

"Deliberately pressed a book under the rock, deceived others into discovering the immortal art, and triggered a bloody battle." Ling Han said.

This time, the young man did not deny it, but said, "How is it, my acting is good, right?"

His acting skills are not good, but he has a good grasp of people's hearts, and the battle is triggered in an instant. Otherwise, if you think about it carefully, there are actually quite a lot of flaws.

Ling Han told the truth: "It's a bit exaggerated, especially the annoyed performance at the end, it's too much."

"Well, next time I will definitely improve." The young man was quite modest, nodded repeatedly, and then extended his hand, "My name is Sima Huai, how about you?"

"Cang Ye." Ling Han also stretched out his hand.

Bang!

At this moment, someone finally broke the rock while taking advantage of the chaos of the war, and picked up the book under pressure.

He was extremely excited, waving the book and borrowing: "I got it, I got it!"

Immediately, everyone else's attacks were directed towards him.

Although the man was extraordinary, he couldn't stand the siege of so many powerful enemies. In addition, he was extremely excited and neglected to defend. He was immediately bombed and killed.

His face was unacceptable, and he had already obtained the immortal art. It stands to reason that the people of the Taikoo Sect should show up to pick him up. How could he watch him be bombarded and killed?

He reluctantly held the book in his hand a little higher, glanced at it, and suddenly he couldn't relax and hung up.

There are seven words written on it: "Appreciation of Three Hundred Ancient Poems".

Your sister, you've been tricked to death!

The man's eyes were round, revealing a strong unwillingness, and he was absolutely dead.

Others naturally found out that they were all so angry that they were being tricked!

Shu, these people turned their heads at the same time and looked at Sima Huai.

Sima Huai's acting skills immediately exploded, he showed incomparable fear, pointed at Ling Han and said, "My uncles, I was forced too! It was him, he asked me to press the book under the stone, saying that he had found an immortal art. ."

He was outraged and posed as a victim.

Come on, can it be like this?

Ling Han was surprised. He really underestimated Sima Huai's desire to perform. He had a feeling that Sima Huai's strength was extremely strong.

But he was improvising and pitted Ling Han.

Ling Han shook his head, such a wonderful thing is really rare.

"It's you?" Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ling Han. Although they were still a little skeptical, they believed it by seven points, because if Ling Han had nothing to do with Sima Huai, why would the two stand so close? ?

The two of them made it clear that they were both watching a play.

Damn, so damn bad.

Ling Han smiled slightly: "If I say it has nothing to do with this matter, you won't believe it, will you?"

"He admitted it, it really has nothing to do with me, I was forced." Sima Huai immediately shouted. )!!