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The game has started!
All the new disciples came out one by one.
Wu Feng stood at the forefront.
Behind him are a dozen disciples from the Julingmen, the Chongtianmen, the Sihaimen... The last is the Tianyumen, which is based on the ranking of the newcomer competition last year, but this year there is one more person. After the mat, that is Luo Tian.
Wu Feng's expression was extremely arrogant, and he directly ordered: "His is mine. If anyone dares to kill him in the ring, I will definitely not spare him."
He is going to kill Luo Tian.
No one can stop it.
The same goes for these participating disciples.
He wants to wash away the shame of a slap with Luo Tian's life.
Everyone shuddered and looked away without speaking.
At this time, Wu Feng looked at Luo Tian at the back of the team, made a provocative gesture, and said with a sneer: "Dead trash, you just wait to kneel in front of me and call him father."
Luo Tian didn't look at him at all.
Ignore it!
This made Wu Feng even more annoyed, and he couldn't wait to challenge Luo Tian immediately.
Just at this time.
"Chongtianmen Wang Xiu vs. Sihaimen Li Zhong, two new disciples, please come out!"
The voice fell off.
The two disciples walked out of the team and walked to the ring at the same time.
The referee said slightly: "The competition in the arena lasts until you click, but... if you have no eyes, are injured, or killed, you are not allowed to be held accountable after the game. This is the rule of the Bai family. Of course... you'd better just click to the end. Don't hurt your peace."
The ring is divided into life and death.
Martial arts is killing skills!
Otherwise, what's the use of cultivation base
this point.
They are very clear in their hearts that these people are powers of lower planes. They understand that there is no'click to end' above the ring. If I don't kill you, you will kill me, saying that it's a martial arts contest. A feast of massacre.
Only the strong will survive to the end.
It is the same as practicing martial arts.
The strong is king!
No one can change this law of survival.
"Have you heard clearly?" The referee gave a slight drink.
The two said at the same time: "Clear!"
"Brother Wang, please."
"Brother Li, you first!"
…
The two disciples were polite, and under the referee's order, they attacked almost at the same time. The cultivation bases of the two were both at the peak of the first-order Lingwu stage, and there was not much difference in strength or speed.
So much so that the two have been fighting.
There was no difference in ten minutes.
In about fifteen minutes, Li Zhong pretended that the attack was blocked, and suddenly retreated. Wang Xiu did not know any fraud, and stormed up. At this moment, Li Zhong suddenly launched an attack. Give a blow to the ring.
"boom!"
Wang Xiudian was half dead, and the whole person fainted to death.
Li Zhong smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Wang, let's take it."
Several disciples of the Chongtianmen immediately came to help others, gave Li Zhong a cold eye, and snorted coldly: "Admitting a fart, and crippling people as insidious and contemptible things."
Li Chong smiled coldly and did not answer.
The strong is king.
Only people will remember that he won Wang Xiu, no one will remember what means he used to win, winning is winning!
A clamor erupted from the crowd.
"Hahaha... I won!"
"Won!"
"Wang Xiu, you are a trash, I lost ten profound coins, I am too disappointed, don't let me see you next time, otherwise I will see you once!"
…
There is a bet on every match.
Someone loses and some wins.
This is gambling!
While talking, an hour passed.
Each sect has their own wins and losses, but the Tianyu Sect has been losing. It is completely the existence of making wedding dresses for people. It has not won a match. At this point, Bai Xuan snorted coldly, "The Tianyu Sect is really bad. It looks like it's time to consider replacing it."
This kind of low-end competition can't win a game, it's too disappointing.
Just at this time.
"Julingmen Wu Feng vs. Lanxinmen Yu Lei!"
"Wu Feng is on the stage!"
"Finally it's his turn."
"Wow... Brother Wu is so handsome, if only I could marry him."
"Wu Feng, don't let us down!"
…
Wu Feng is the only person with medium talent among these disciples. He has a very high reputation in Wushan City, and he hardly knows him. After he walked into the ring, he immediately caused a lot of cheers, and the gamblers shouted crazy. stand up.
"Spike, spike, spike!"
Wu Feng first gave a slight salute to Bai Xuan.
Bai Xuan nodded and smiled.
Subsequently.
Wu Feng looked at Yu Lei, sneered disdainfully, with a superior aura on his face, and said faintly: "One move!"
"Uh?"
"Wu Feng, are you too arrogant?" Yu Lei said uncomfortably.
Wu Feng contemptuously said: "For your trash, one trick is enough."
Yu Lei was extremely angry. When the referee said the beginning, he rushed up frantically, "Die me."
In an instant.
The moment Yu Lei rushed towards him, Wu Feng remained motionless, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, showing a contemptuous sneer, "Just this kind of power? Too weak! Get out of me."
At the moment when Yu Lei's fist blasted.
On one side of Wu Feng's body, his body spun sharply, his right foot twitched fiercely, and Yu Lei's cheek was struck like lightning, and the whole person flew out directly.
"boom!"
Smashed on the bluestone floor outside the court.
With blood splattering, his head split, and Yu Lei died.
Direct one shot to kill!
"Spike, spike, spike... Wu Feng, Wu Feng..."
There was a boiling sound in the square.
Wu Feng enjoyed this feeling very much, his face showed excitement, and he immediately looked at the fallen leaves in the crowd, moved his index finger, pointed at Luo Tian, and sneered: "Prepare to kneel and call him father!"
Everyone followed his gaze.
Many people laughed and said: "This kid is going to suffer. Wu Feng is already angry, otherwise it is impossible to come up and kill Yu Lei. If Luo Tian meets Wu Feng, he will definitely be tortured and killed, hahaha..."
"It's more than torture. Wu Feng will definitely play Luo Tian slowly. Who made him insist on asking Wang Huan to beat Wu Feng in the face in front of so many people. Isn't this an act of seeking death?"
…
Luo Tianchong was always counting while standing in the center of the team.
"My odds are one to fifteen. If I keep winning, how much money will I make?"
"I wonder if I can buy the power of the blood spirit?"
"If only the blood seal of the four gods can be unlocked, then I can go to the Yunlan Academy to find the Silly Queen, hey... I don't know how she is now? I don't know if the injuries on her body are healed."
Luo Tian didn't care about this rookie contest at all.
As for Wu Feng
From the very beginning, he didn’t put Wu Feng in his eyes. A stupid, forcing person, jumping up and down looking for a sense of existence. If you really want to kill.
It's very simple, just slap to death!
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