After a quarter of an hour's rest, the second round began.
Same as the first round, the second round is still two contestants with adjacent rankings fighting against each other, namely Ye Tang vs. Ye He, Ye Jun vs. Ye Chen, Ye Hai vs. Ye Ming, Ye Xuan vs. Ye Jin. Ye Lin, the 17th player who was singled out, can choose the remaining players independently. If he wins, he will take the place of the opponent, and if he loses, he will be eliminated.
field.
Unexpectedly, Ye He did not abstain. He said to Ye Tang, who was dressed in white, "I will not let you easily win against me."
Ye Tang sneered, "This is the best, otherwise it would be too boring."
Seeing that the two were ready, the third elder shouted: "The competition begins."
Swish!
Almost at the same time as the third elder was speaking, Ye He had already flashed out. His low-lying figure was not walking in a straight line, but in an irregular arc, like a ferocious poisonous snake that was preying, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.
"Human-level high-level footwork: Nine-turn Snake Step!" Someone who knows the goods recognized the martial arts performed by Ye He.
"It is said that to practice the Nine Turns Snake Step, you must train your body to be quite flexible, and only you will know the pain. Ye He is not easy!"
"Indeed, Ye He is also number one among the outer sect disciples of the Southern Luo Sect. An ordinary martial artist at the top of the tenth level of the Qi training state would not dare to say that he is sure to beat him, and Ye Tang just stepped into the Condensed Realm state two months ago. , the true qi is still unstable, it is estimated that it will take less than ten strokes to win him, maybe more than that."
Contrary to other people's views, Ye Chen is not very optimistic about Ye He. Although Liu Yunzong does not have the secret book of the Nine-Turn Snake Step, it does not prevent him from making an evaluation. Ye He's Nine-Turn Snake Step seems to be traceless, and his attack is fast , In fact, there will be a momentary pause at every turning point. This is because the fire is not at home. If Ye Tang still has some eyesight, it is impossible to let this flaw go.
as expected.
Just when Ye He turned to attack again, Ye Tang moved, a white shadow flashed, his palms were as straight as a knife, and he slashed three times in a row.
The first blow and the second blow shook Ye He's left arm and right arm respectively, and the third blow landed heavily on the opponent's chest, making a crisp sound. In an instant, Ye He was sent flying, falling to the ground. He fell down on the field more than ten meters away and couldn't get up for a while.
"This Yetang is so ruthless." Ye Chen clearly heard the sound of ribs breaking, and couldn't help frowning.
At the VIP table, Ye Batian chuckled, "Warriors should have a kind of ruthlessness, otherwise it won't be enough to accomplish great things, and they did a good job."
Ye Tianhao retorted: "They're all from my own family, so why do you have to deal with it?"
"Sometimes my family members may not be in the same camp. What's more, if you lose to your own family, you will lie in bed for a month or two at most. If you lose to outsiders, you will never wake up. How can it be better not to let him know the cruelty outside? survive." Ye Batian didn't take Ye Tianhao's words to heart, he can become the elder of Ziyang Sect's inner sect, so he naturally has his own theory.
Amidst the uproar of the crowd, the second match began immediately.
As the name suggests, Ye Jun is quite handsome. His handsomeness is different from Ye Tang's rich and handsome, and also different from Ye Chen's delicate and handsome, but the kind of exquisiteness that is just right. From the perspective of facial features, it is difficult to find shortcoming.
Walking slowly to the opposite of Ye Chen, Ye Jun said lightly: "You are bound to lose."
"Really?" Ye Chen smiled.
Hearing this, Ye Jun frowned, and the relaxed tone of the other party made him a little uneasy, but this thought was quickly dispelled. He joined Ziyang Sect a year earlier than Ye Feng, and now he is sixteen years old. In the middle of the tenth level of the Qi Realm, he usually does not show his mountains and dew, but who knows that he has surpassed Ye Feng, and others thought he was hovering at the ninth level of the Qi Cultivation Realm.
"Sister Ye Xuan, who do you think will win?" Ye Xiaomei, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, asked the female contestant.
Ye Xuan calmly said: "Ye Jun's winning rate should be higher!"
Ye Xiaomei didn't believe it, "But up front, Ye Chen defeated Ye Feng with one punch, Ye Jun shouldn't be able to do that, right?"
Ye Jin, who will be fighting Ye Xuan in the fourth round, shook her head and said, "Little girl, Ye Xuan is the fastest genius in our Ye family's history to enter the Realm Condensation Realm, what she said must be reasonable."
Ye Xiaomei pursed her lips. A genius must be right when he speaks, right
"Xiaomei is right. In terms of cultivation, Ye Chen is undoubtedly stronger, but the two sides are not only fighting against each other. Before Ye Chen was able to defeat Ye Feng with one punch, it was only because of the tyranny of his internal energy. Next, Ye Chen Jun will definitely not choose head-to-head as Ye Chen wishes, judging from his experience and mastery of martial arts, he has a great hope of defeating Ye Chen." Ye Xuan said methodically.
While the three were discussing, the two had already fought against each other.
"drink!"
Ye Jun exhaled vigorously, his eyes instantly brightened, and hot air rose from his clenched fists, like two pieces of red-hot irons.
With a movement of his feet, Ye Jun straddled a distance of seven or eight meters and launched a frenzied attack on Ye Chen.
"Raging Fire Fist? No, it should be Ziyangzong's Quenching Fire Fist, which is even better than the Blazing Fire Fist."
Facing the shadows of the fists rushing towards his face, Ye Chen took it all in, drew a half circle with each hand, and pushed out with the boundless Vajra Form.
Boom!
A violent gas explosion sounded, and the ground was surrounded by smoke and dust.
At the same time, a figure emerged from the smoke and dust. It was Ye Jun. His arms were spread out like a roc spreading its wings, and his slender and powerful legs kicked out in a row.
"Eighteen kicks of the will-o'-the-wisp!"
Puff puff puff puff!
The sharp force rubs against the air, rendering a faint blue color, just like the wild will-o'-the-wisp in the cemetery at night, beckoning to kill.
Ye Batian let out a surprise, and immediately said proudly to Ye Tianhao: "Second brother, your son is going to lose this time, the ghost fire eighteen kicks are a kind of kick derived from the low-level martial art 'Da Ri Ghost King Kick' It is more than twice as powerful as the ordinary human-level top-level martial arts. My Ziyang sect can practice it well, and there are no out-of-the-box disciples. The inner disciples also spend a lot of time thinking about it. Unexpectedly, Ye Jun has learned it. .”
"The outcome is not decided, so what you say is meaningless." Ye Tianhao said so, his eyes revealing a touch of solemnity.
Shen Yuqing, who was sitting in another VIP seat, also had a dignified face. She had heard about the ghost fire eighteen kicks. When an inner disciple of the Southern Luozong went out to complete the task, he had a dispute with the inner disciple of the Ziyangzong for some reason. , During the battle, the Southern Luozong inner disciple was kicked to pieces by the opponent's Eighteen Willow Kicks, unable to even fight back, and has since become a useless person.
"Chen'er, don't force yourself." Shen Yuqing murmured.
Ye Chen didn't know what his parents were worried about. For him, the will-o'-the-wisp eighteen kicks are powerful, but it's just a dream to hurt him. It's just that he doesn't want to reveal all his strength for the time being, and even save half of his strength first. After all, this is his trump card, the less people know about it, the better.
"Let's try dismantling the move first!" Ye Chen stepped back regularly, either blocking with his fists, or head-to-head, or knocking and punching, eliminating the approaching will-o'-the-wisp's footprints one by one.