Inner sect disciples, as the elite of Lonely Moon Sea, are the fewest in number.
Therefore, in the same-level competition ring of the inner sect, there are not thousands of people, but only more than three hundred people.
Among the more than 300 people, except Wuya Peak, there were only three people, and the people from the other peaks stood one-fifth of the people.
As soon as Ma Zhao and others acted, Xuefeng's disciples formed a small circle one after another, isolating people from other peaks.
The people from the other peaks also saw that Ma Zhao and the others were going to deal with the three people from Wuya Peak, and they didn't dare to provoke Ma Zhao and the others.
In the stands, Elder Hua and Elder Feng were slightly moved when they saw this situation.
"Elder Xue, aren't you afraid of being shameless by bullying the few with the more?"
As the elder of the Discipline Hall, Elder Hua is most displeased with this kind of behavior of using the strong to beat the weak.
"Elder Hua, what you said is wrong. In the ring competition, the able one wins. As the head teacher's disciples, they are all the elite among the elites. How can they be afraid of my Xuefeng disciples?"
Elder Xue disagreed.
"You!" Elder Hua was angry, but was stopped by Elder Feng beside him.
"Elder Hua, what Elder Xue said is correct, how can the disciples of Wuya Peak be compared to ordinary mob."
Elder Feng glanced at Little Dixin, he also wanted to see what kind of strength the little baby he personally sent to Wuya Peak possessed today.
On the ring, Ma Zhao gave a wink, and several senior brothers beside him rushed towards the little emperor.
"Boy, that day, you spoke disrespectfully to my master, today my disciple from Xuefeng will meet you."
As Elder Xue's favorite student, Ma Zhao didn't even bother to do anything to a brat like Little Dixin.
Because he had seen that day when the little emperor humiliated his master with his primordial spirit, he was already on guard today and surrounded the little emperor and others, making it difficult for them to fly.
"Shameless, actually using crowd tactics, Sixth Junior Brother, leave these people to me."
Qin Xiaochuan couldn't get used to Xuefeng's words the most, the wind shook his fist, and his fists swept out like a flash.
I saw that his figure was strong and strong, his fists were mixed with the power of crushing stones and cracking gold, and the wind of his fists rumbled like thunder, from far to near.
Those few Xuefeng disciples couldn't get close at all.
Qin Xiaochuan stopped five or six people by himself.
But Xuefeng had quite a few disciples. Seeing that the first group of people had been blocked, Ma Zhao gave another order. In an instant, more than a dozen disciples rushed towards the little emperor like hungry wolves.
Seeing this, Huang Jun couldn't help becoming nervous under the ring.
"Ling Yue, what is the cultivation level of the little emperor? This group of people is too despicable. There are so many people besieging a child."
"To be honest, I don't know what kind of cultivation the little emperor has reached, but if it is him, there will be no problem."
Ye Lingyue was extremely determined.
To be honest, she really didn't know the little emperor's cultivation.
Not long after this little guy was reborn, he received the fifty-year spiritual power empowerment from Headmaster Wu Ya.
At that time, if Ye Lingyue remembered correctly, he had already reached the second or third level of the reincarnation realm, but later, Ye Lingyue couldn't tell what his cultivation was.
The corners of Xiao Dixin's mouth were raised, unhurried, his eyes lazily glanced at the group of Xuefeng's disciples.
Suddenly, he yelled violently and stepped on his right foot.
The body didn't move, but right next to the little emperor, an indescribably terrifying force rushed toward his face like an avalanche that suddenly collapsed.
The bodies of those Xuefeng disciples were knocked out by a strong force at the same moment.
Before they could open their mouths, they all flew off the ring like rags, vomiting blood.
"Wow! That's it! That's the coercion of the four realms of reincarnation."
Under the arena, the audience was full of thunder. The spectators who had pinched the cold sweat for the people of Wuya Peak earlier all stared wide-eyed at that moment, as if they had seen the most incredible thing.
Elder Xue's complexion sank slightly, he couldn't sit still anymore, and the complacent look on his face disappeared in an instant.
But the scene that happened immediately after that made Elder Xue stand up abruptly, his complexion turned livid in an instant.
After forcing several Xuefeng disciples back with the power of reincarnation, the little emperor suddenly took a big step forward and collapsed, the ground suddenly trembled.
In the huge stands, there was a muffled bang.
Those Xuefeng disciples who were intimidated by the aura of the little emperor felt their feet shaking.
The ground collapsed suddenly, and the violent samsara earth power swept in. Dozens of Xuefeng's disciples, without warning, fell into the rocks and wailed all over the ground.
The arena suddenly lacked a piece. According to the rules of the martial art competition, whoever falls out of the arena will be considered a loser.
This shattering of the little emperor, Xuefeng's dozens of disciples unexpectedly lost 90% of them at once.
Only a few people including Ma Zhao, Xue Xuan and others remained in the stands.
And the little emperor didn't even make a move.
On Qin Xiaochuan's side, he became more and more courageous as he fought more and more. He swept away thousands of troops with several punches, and kicked several Xuefeng disciples off the ring.
At this time, who would dare to laugh at Wuya Peak's weak single strength, and who would dare to say that Wuya Peak is not as good as Xuefeng.
The uproar in the arena disappeared.
Elder Xue was very angry, and Ma Zhao and others looked pretty.
They originally wanted to drive the three of Xiao Dixin off, but in the end they fell to a snowy peak and only three of them were left on the stage. This was just a competition of the same level.
"Dixin, you are courting death."
An angry roar came from Ma Zhao's throat.
His arms trembled, and a terrifying power of reincarnation gold surged in his fists.
"Fifty people have been decided, Elder Xue, it's time to announce the result."
But at this moment, Elder Feng suddenly spoke.
Only then did everyone come to their senses and realized that the same-level competition in the arena was coming to an end.
Hong Mingyue, who was entangled all the way, was panting delicately. She fought against several people by herself. In the end, several junior sisters of Yuefeng joined forces to force back those female disciples who were biting her madly for some reason.
The other peaks have also decided to compete.
In the entire arena, Wu Yue from Wuya Peak was the only one who hadn't made a move from the beginning to the end.
Elder Xue's complexion was so ugly that he would die.
Seeing the results of those competitions that were brought down, he almost said it word by word.
Ma Zhao and the others had no choice but to walk down unwillingly.
But the one with the ugliest face was undoubtedly Hong Mingyue. It was inexplicable that she was flanked by several female disciples. The most hateful thing was that she also noticed that many female disciples were staring at her with unkind expressions.
What the hell does this happen.
"I can't see it, little emperor, you are really hiding something."
As soon as he stepped off the stage, Qin Xiaochuan was amazed, and Wu Yue was also full of gratitude.
Many disciples who had looked down upon the little emperor earlier also stepped forward to congratulate him.
Faced with these compliments, the little emperor ignored them, and rushed to Ye Lingyue in three steps at a time.