"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ... ...
Bright and dazzling golden lights burst out from the small ring of that side, and finally on each ring, two huge golden numbers flashed out, dazzling and brilliant! ! !
Elder Ye Da said in a loud voice, "Everyone will go to the various arenas according to the nameplate numbers they have obtained!!!" The first three rounds of the Eighth House of Martial Arts, the first three rounds, are regarded as knockouts. All participating Tianjiao will compete together, only After deciding the top 30, they will not be in the ring battle at the same time, but in groups of two, separately. After all, they can reach the top 30, and all are the top evildoers of the young generation in the major branches. Every round They are all wonderful! ! !
Between breaths.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ... ...
The two hundred and forty participating Tianjiao have turned into streamers, and according to the numbers displayed on the various arenas, they have entered the major arenas! ! !
On the 36th ring.
Yang Fan and a young man are separated by a hundred feet, and are far away from each other! ! !
This young man looked twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, with a temperament like a devil coming to the world, unruly and unruly. He wore a purple-gold fancy dress, a silver-white cloak, and a wide band around his waist. The three-inch alien animal belt is studded with various gems, which is indescribably noble! ! !
Quartet stands.
Many warriors focused their attention on the 36th ring. As the weakest contestant in "historical", Yang Fan is still very attractive! ! !
"This kid from the North Wilderness Courtyard is lucky, and he actually ran into Zhao Wumie from the Sacred Demon Courtyard!!!"
"It's really good luck. At least because of the relationship between Holy Demon Academy Master Mo Wuxie and Dongfang Sheng, this kid's life is still guaranteed!!!"
"If you run into those big killers, or someone from Shengyang's courtyard, even if this kid is immortal, he must be crippled!!!"
In the VIP seats in the northeast.
Mo Wuxie, the lord of the Holy Demon Academy, sat with Dongfang Sheng.
"Brother Dongfang, sorry, nephew nephew, he seems to stop here!!!" Looking at the two on the 36th ring, Mo Wuxie smiled apologetically at Dongfang Sheng, "but nephew he He is still young, and with his talents, the next Eighth Academy Martial Arts Conference will surely have a good result, and it is not impossible to even make it into the top ten!!!"
Of course, the last words are purely to comfort Dongfang. Yang Fan’s talent is not bad, but compared with the real evildoer, there is still a big distance. Five hundred years later, the top 30 is still good to say, but I want Sprinting to the top ten is still extremely slim.
But at this moment...
Dongfang Sheng smiled mysteriously, "Old friend, maybe I should be sorry but I don't necessarily..."
"What? Brother Dongfang, what do you mean by these words, is it possible that you think he can... How is this possible!!!" Mo Wuxie's eyes widened, making some cosmic jokes , How could Yang Fan be Zhao Wumie’s opponent? You must know that among the 30 participating celestial arrogances of the Sacred Demon Courtyard, Zhao Wumie can be firmly in the top ten, but he is sure that he can hit the top three. The rank of the top ten, the real combat power is compared to some top quasi-emperors, and it is not much weaker. Even if his baby Tuertian witch Fang Qingxue is in the lower king state, it is impossible to be this Zhao Wuxi’s opponent. , Let alone a Yang Fan! ! !
Dongfang Sheng smiled lightly and didn't explain anything. Facts speak louder than words, and soon this old fellow himself will know who is right and who is wrong.
On the 36th ring.
Yang Fan's whole body is not waved in the ancient well, and there is no trace of the aura that a warrior should have. He is unremarkable, just like a rich man who can't understand martial arts! ! !
But that Zhao Wumie was surging with momentum all over his body. Vaguely, there seemed to be a transparent demon head. Behind him, there seemed to be a transparent demon head. Inside, burst out, raging across the ring and corroding the ground every inch! ! !
"I didn't expect it to be this kid. I have to say that my luck is pretty good. With a thousand lower-grade spirit crystals, it seems to be something in my bag. Moreover, this battle will not deplete my true essence at all. , For the next hard fight, it is very beneficial!!!" Looking at the slightly immature young figure in front of him, Zhao Wumian couldn’t help but smile at the corner of his mouth. Among the two hundred and forty contestants, who Some people think that it is the peerless evildoer of the Jiyang House, Sima Xingkong, and some people even think that Fang Qingxue is optimistic, but the strength to be said is the weakest, absolutely. There won't be a second voice, that is the little devil in the lower king realm in front of me. I have won this battle, and it is still effortless!!!
Zhao Wumian condescendingly looked down at Yang Fan, and said proudly, "Little devil, you can't be my opponent, so behave and surrender, so as not to suffer from that flesh and blood!!!" The voice was indescribable and arrogant, and he seemed to be able to give Yang Fan one. The opportunity to surrender automatically is already his greatest gift.
"Let me concede defeat? It's up to you?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and sneered across.
"Boy, don't toast or eat fine wine. In this battle, you have no chance of winning!!!" Zhao Wujie frowned, and a touch of sullenness flashed in his eyes. This is for the owner of his courtyard. He just let him go and gave him a chance to surrender. This kid actually didn't appreciate him. Did he really think he didn't dare to hurt him
Talking.
The whole body's demonic energy violently rioted, rolling like a tide, raging everywhere, making the entire ring seem to have turned into a world of demonic energy, the sky is dim! ! !
A hundred meters away, Yang Fan is like a flat boat in the stormy sea, in danger of subversion at any time! ! !
"Blind ink, whatever means you have, you only have one chance to do it!!!" Yang Fan's voice was impatience, that is, because he was a disciple of the Holy Demon Courtyard, he replaced it with It's other disciples from other courtyards. Why would Yang Fan talk so much with him? He had already slapped him over with a slap long ago. What kind of stuff, the quasi-emperor would dare to chirp in front of him. ! !
However, hearing these words in the ears of everyone, it can completely change the taste.
"Fuck! I heard you right! This kid dares to talk to Zhao Wumian like this?"
"The strength is not very good, the tone is crazy, people who don't know, think he is the next emperor!!!"
At this moment, even Mo Wuxie frowned slightly, "Brother Dongfang, for the disciples of the sect, sometimes what should be managed is still to be strictly controlled!!!" People know that they don't have the strength, yet To hold on to "pretend B", such a person is the most disgusting, and is so ignorant of good and bad, unclear about the situation, in the end it will only harm others and self, and hurt his old friends! ! !
As the person involved, Zhao Wumie was even more angry with one Buddha and two Buddhas ascending to heaven. His cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, "What a little devil who knows nothing about life and death, you will pay for your words!!!"
"Die! Great Demon Hand!!!"
"Rumble..."
The huge ring No. 36 was instantly black, and a demon hand with the size of dozens of acres of land fell from the sky, like the hand of the legendary demon god, crashing towards Yang Fan! ! !
"What a Zhao Wumie, this big demon hand is only a fine line away from the realm of Consummation. It's almost comparable to a top quasi-emperor's full blow. This kid is over!!!"
It's too late to say, then soon! ! !
"This is your strongest strength? Okay, that's the end of the boring game!!!" Yang Fan let out a lazy breath, and with a movement of his right hand, he waved a lightly palm.
With this palm, Yang Fan didn’t talk about using any martial arts secrets. It was the power of the flesh shell. He didn’t use much. But at this time, how terrifying he was. Three months ago, his Five Elements Demon God’s battle body was truly great. The power of the flesh shell is almost the power of ten laws. Three months later, after swallowing a large number of the top five elements, although Yang Fan's five elements demon battle body has not entered the perfect state, it has also made a qualitative leap, and its strength has skyrocketed. More than doubled, the power of the pure flesh shell is almost the power of a hundred laws, comparable to the full blow of the peak lower emperor, even if it is only a small part of the power, the power contained in it far exceeds the power of the billions of trillions of real pills. , Comparable to the peak quasi-emperor lore.
Less than a breath.
Yang Fan smashed the demon hand that fell from the sky, and printed a palm on Zhao Wuxi's body.
"Snapped!!!"
Zhao Wumian threw his whole body to a height of several tens of feet, his body tumbling in the air, vomiting blood, and burst out a heart-piercing wailing.
"boom!!!"
Zhao Wumie smashed heavily to the ground, his broken body twitched irregularly, and he didn't know his life or death! ! !
Spike! ! !
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