Standing where he was, Chen Yu suddenly felt a cold and hostile gaze. /huotxt/
At first glance, he saw that the fierce man with a yin and yang head was "Hu Yiba", the fourth place in the last competition.
now.
Hu Yiba, Huang Yuan, Yang Fan and others belonged to the "circle of villains", which made many disciples afraid and dare not approach them.
Wang Lingyun is a member of this circle.
Seeing Wang Lingyun's flattering face and walking around in the circle of villains, Chen Yu knew that he didn't have any good ideas.
as expected.
Several people in the villain's circle glanced at Chen Yu with evil faces.
Chen Yuhun didn't care, holding his number plate, he casually watched the fight on the competition stage.
With his current level, at least the top 20 battles in the outer gate are needed to be worth seeing.
After a dozen battles.
A handsome young man with fluttering hair stepped onto the competition stage, making the eyes of some female disciples shine.
"It's Lefeng!"
"The man of the year!"
Le Feng's handsome face and gentle temperament attracted many eyes.
Especially some female disciples.
"This music style is really the 'perfect prince' in the outer door."
"Hehe, yes, he is handsome, approachable, and has a strong cultivation base. I heard that he is still the young master of a great family."
In the eyes of all the female disciples, Le Feng is perfect and impeccable.
On the competition stage.
Le Feng's opponent is a black-faced boy in the late stage of Tongmai, whose strength can be ranked in the top twenty.
This battle is a bit worth seeing.
"start."
The law enforcer waved his hand, and the competition began.
"I'd like to see the strength of you, an outsider genius."
The black-faced boy was not convinced.
The same is in the late stage of Tongmai, why is the other party a famous figure in the outer sect, and is favored by so many female disciples
Wavebreaker!
The black-faced boy waved the big knife in his hand, and the astonishing inner breath surged on the edge of the knife, creating layers of waves of sword waves and strong winds, which were very powerful.
Swish!
But in front of his eyes, the afterimage flickered, and the wave of sword and the wind were completely swept away.
The black-faced boy groaned secretly.
next moment.
Le Feng's figure moved to his side, circling a few times, and the afterimage flickered.
Puff puff!
The black-faced boy made several stabs in a row, all of which were missed, and his face became more and more ugly.
Only after the real confrontation did he realize how much the opponent's body skills suppressed him.
Whoops!
In Lefeng's elegant footwork, a palm was suddenly printed in front of him, and a wonderful palm force of inner breath rushed forward.
clang!
The black-faced boy managed to hold the sword, but his figure staggered. The opponent's wonderful palm force took off the power of his sword.
"Come down."
Le Feng suddenly smiled, and cut in with the other hand.
"Clang" sound.
The black-faced boy's hands went numb, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.
"well!"
"It's really clever to win the white blade with empty hands!"
There was a burst of applause from the audience. Some female disciples even screamed.
Lefeng's hand is so beautiful!
Even in the pavilion in the middle, the three big figures of the sect all looked sideways at him.
"This seedling has some potential."
Sect Master Yunyue said with a smile.
The white-haired old man and Aunt Xia also nodded slightly.
This is the first time since the start of the war, someone has been recognized by the three big figures.
"you… "
The black-faced boy was so ashamed and indignant that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.
"Acceptance! Brother, although your internal energy saber technique is fierce, it is lacking in the use of internal energy."
Le Feng clasped his fists with a smile.
He picked up the big knife on the ground and handed it to the black-faced boy.
"Thank you for your advice, I am convinced."
The black-faced boy was flattered.
Le Feng is victorious but not arrogant, and is approachable, and has been unanimously recognized by the seniors of the sect present.
"Cut! Hypocrisy..."
A piercing voice came from the "circle of villains".
The owner of this voice is Huang Yuan.
He couldn't understand Le Feng very much, especially when he lost to Le Feng some time ago.
But soon, he was overwhelmed by the "crusade" of all the women.
"This Lefeng is a formidable opponent. I heard that this person is best at using swords, and he didn't even use a sword just now."
Hu Yiba said in a deep voice.
In this competition, Hu Yiba's goal is at least the top three.
Then, Le Feng will be his great rival!
In the big competition of the outer sect, there are two competition platforms, A and B, and the competition is going on round after round.
"Duan Xiaolong is here."
The No. 1 martial arts platform set off a wave of enthusiasm.
I saw a handsome man stepping onto the stage.
"Duan Xiaolong!"
Chen Yu looked at it. He is like a thunderbolt to this legend of the outer sect.
Duan Xiaolong is in his twenties, but his face has a sense of vicissitudes, his eyes are deep, and he looks like a mature man.
His appearance attracted the admiration of all the disciples.
"Senior Brother Duan, I should admit defeat. But it is also an honor to fight against you."
On the opposite side, a teenager in the mid-stage of Tongmai, with a nervous face.
Iron Plow Fist!
After finishing speaking, the young man used his whole life's skills, and punched out with a thunderous sound.
Ok
Chen Yu discovered that what the young man was performing was the "Iron Plow Fist" he was familiar with, and the heat was actually approaching a great success.
The power of this blow is naturally impressive.
Chen Yu subconsciously put himself into the boy.
Iron Plow Fist!
A powerful punch hit Duan Xiaolong directly in the face.
Duan Xiaolong didn't move at all, with a blank expression on his face, just as the punch was completely exhausting, and when it was impossible to take it back...he moved!
Snapped!
A rough and strong hand grabbed the boy's wrist.
The boy's body trembled and his body became stiff.
same moment.
Chen Yu in the audience was shocked. Because at that moment just now, he "substituted" himself into the young man.
Duan Xiaolong's powerful grasp seemed to be on the snake's seven inches.
Chen Yu's expression froze.
Although, his strength is greater and his boxing skills are stronger. But what if the wrist is grabbed all at once, how can you still have the strength
Duan Xiaolong's shot gave him a sense of incomparably sophistication and simplicity.
"I surrender."
The young man's face was flushed, his wrist seemed to be caught by iron clamps, and he couldn't move.
Duan Xiaolong's first appearance was so plain and simple.
Off the field, the faces of those disciples who wanted to compete for the first and top three were serious.
"It's not bad."
A faint laugh came from a handsome young man holding a folding fan.
now. Only "Nangong Li", the first genius in the outer sect, can give a calm evaluation.
It's a coincidence.
Not long after Duan Xiaolong came on stage, Nan Gongli came on stage.
No. B contest platform.
Nan Gongli was holding a folding fan, facing a stern young man holding a spear.
"Nangongli to Yang Fan."
Many expectant eyes gathered on the No. B competition platform.
Yang Fan held the silver gun in his hand, his face was serious. He knew that Nangong Li was very strong, but even if he lost his first match, he couldn't lose too badly.
Stormrage Gun!
Yang Fan flicked the silver gun in his hand, and the shadow of the gun was like a wave of cold light, like a raging dragon, it went straight to Nangongli.
The top ten combat power in the outer gate, no matter the power speed, or the timing of the shot, it is difficult to pick.
"This Yang Fan's strength is a bit stronger than when he fought against me that day."
Chen Yu secretly thought.
At the exchange meeting of the outer sect, he and Yang Fan fought against each other, and they were evenly divided.
"Haha, it's not too weak."
Nan Gongli held the folding fan in his hand, and he spun it without dodging or dodging.
Canopy!
With a powerful spin force, the fan hit Yang Fan's silver spear.
what!
Yang Fan's complexion changed drastically, he felt that his silver spear stabbed towards the ground uncontrollably.
"Don't even think about it! Swipe—"
Yang Fan's reaction was not bad, so he simply took advantage of this power, the inner breath of the silver gun vibrated, and a deep cold arc was drawn, directly sweeping towards Nan Gongli's lower body.
it is good!
Everyone in the audience couldn't help applauding. The top ten outside the door is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.
"hehe."
Playful laughter suddenly came from mid-air.
Swish!
An afterimage was left on the spot, Nan Gongli rose into the air and stomped down with one foot.
That foot stepped on Yang Fan's silver spear.
not good!
Yang Fan only felt a strange soft force sticking to his gun barrel, but it was extremely heavy, making his breathing heavy.
pedal!
The next moment, Nan Gongli followed the silver spear, jumped up, kicked Yang Fan's shoulder in the air.
"Boom!"
Yang Fan was blown away by an astonishing breath, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the silver gun in his hand fell to the ground.
Nangong Li wins!
While laughing and playing, Nan Gongli's strength as a genius on the first day was impressive.
"This Nangong Li, in terms of body speed, is even faster than Le Feng. He was just playing."
Chen Yu saw it very accurately.
Currently, Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong were the only opponents on stage, which made it difficult for him to see clearly.
some moment.
"No. 99 vs. No. 106."
In No. B competition stage, the law enforcer shouted loudly.
Ok? Number 99!
Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat, it was his turn to appear on stage!
No. B contest platform.
Chen Yu came on stage, looking at a skinny boy opposite him.
The skinny boy, with the same mid-stage meridian cultivation as him, was circulating his inner energy, preparing to attack.
"Chen Yu!"
"Is he the guy who ate soft food and got 'Mu Xueqing'?"
There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
Among them, there is no lack of jealousy, disdain, and hostility.
"Xueqing?"
In the pavilion in the middle, Aunt Xia let out a light sigh.
"Junior Sister Xia, the Mu Xueqing mentioned in the crowd seems to be your recent disciple?"
Sect Master Yunyue laughed.
"Ok."
Aunt Xia nodded, Mu Xueqing was her disciple.
At this moment, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a young man on the stage seemed to have some entanglements with her female disciple.
On stage, the confrontation begins!
Three-inch punch!
The skinny young man on the opposite side shot extremely fast, his fists screamed, and almost in the blink of an eye, he was straight in front of Chen Yu.
Chen Yuyuan was ready to punch him.
But he suddenly thought that the last kick directly kicked the short boy from Tiejianmen with internal injuries.
But right now, a skinny young man in the middle stage of Tongmai, I am afraid that he will not be beaten.
Hmm... After all, they are all from the same sect, so there is no need to be cruel.
Think about it.
He changed his fist and grabbed it with his hands.
Snapped!
Chen Yu grabbed the opponent's fist with one hand.
The skinny young man's complexion changed, and he felt that the opponent's palm was like the Buddha's big hand, which could not be shaken at all.
"rise."
With a wave of his hand, Chen Yu threw the boy out of the competition ring like catching a ball.
because.
He remembered a rule, as long as he left the competition stage, the opponent would lose.
thump! bang bang!
The boy was like a sandbag, thrown out of the martial arts arena by Chen Yu, which also hurt several disciples.
Off the court, there was a burst of shouting and cursing.
"Ah!" Someone was knocked down and turned into a human mat.
"I'll go! Trapeze."
"In this competition, why did you throw people away?"
No. B contest platform.
The two enforcers were stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Yu strangely, and announced his victory.