Huang Xiaolong and Lu Kai fourteen followed their words and came forward to draw lots.
Huang Xiaolong drew No. 4.
No. 4, which means that Huang Xiaolong's opponent is the first of the fourth class, a boy named Yang Mingwei, this Yang Mingwei is seventeen years old, he entered the academy eight years earlier than Huang Xiaolong, and has reached the late sixth rank.
Late sixth stage!
Li Lu's expression changed when she saw that Huang Xiaolong had drawn No. 4.
"Xiaolong, wait a minute, or are you still?" Li Lu looked worried and didn't know how to speak.
"It's okay!" Huang Xiaolong said with a smile, he knew what Li Lu wanted to say.
After Huang Xiaolong finished speaking, he gave Li Lu a reassuring look, and then walked slowly onto the stage with Yang Mingwei.
When they came to the stage, Huang Xiaolong and the two stood still.
Yang Mingwei's skin is very white, and his appearance is quite handsome. He looked at Huang Xiaolong and said with a smile: "Huang Xiaolong, right? I didn't expect that my first opponent would be you. I heard that yesterday, even Jiang Teng, who broke through the fifth rank, was beaten by you. The palm is almost dead! But you are not my opponent yet, so you should take the initiative to admit defeat."
"Really?" Huang Xiaolong looked indifferent, however, he could see that Yang Mingwei was not mocking, it was "kindness" that persuaded him to take the initiative to admit defeat.
"Go ahead." Huang Xiaolong looked at the other party and continued.
Yang Mingwei was stunned, then shook his head: "Since you still don't give up, that's fine, I'm going to shoot now, you have to be careful!" After speaking, his body released his Dou Qi power, his figure flashed, and he came to Huang Xiaolong with a punch. To Huang Xiaolong's chest.
Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong raised his hand and greeted him with an Arhat fist.
"Boom!" With a loud voice, Yang Mingwei's body was shaken, and he even took a few steps back to stabilize.
Everyone stays.
"You, sixth-order? How is that possible?!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief, loosened the right arm that had just hit Huang Xiaolong, his right arm trembled slightly, and he felt numb.
After everyone stayed for a while, they gasped, and there was a mad commotion.
"This Huang Xiaolong, he has reached the sixth rank! How old is he?!"
"Even Yang Mingwei was knocked back by him!"
"This is too evil, too terrifying!"
Even on the rostrum, King Lu Zhe, Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu and others were shocked and couldn't believe it, especially Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu's eyes were wide, his mouth was open, and his expression was extremely exaggerated.
Yesterday in the square, Huang Xiaolong defeated Jiang Teng, which shocked Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu, but in the eyes of the two, Huang Xiaolong was only in the late fifth stage, the peak of the late stage, and now, even Yang Mingwei, who was in the late sixth stage, has been stunned. Huang Xiaolong knocked back with a punch!
What is this concept? !
After being shocked, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu then trembled and were so excited that they even had the urge to rush to Huang Xiaolong and hug Huang Xiaolong.
Just when everyone was shocked, Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang Mingwei and said, "You should use all your strength." Huang Xiaolong could see that Yang Mingwei didn't use all his strength just now, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to knock him back so easily.
Yang Mingwei stared at Huang Xiaolong, the previous contempt completely disappeared, replaced by a solemn, just a blow, let him know that Huang Xiaolong has enough strength to be his opponent.
"Okay, I take back what I said earlier." Yang Mingwei said: "You are qualified to be my opponent, Huang Xiaolong, I will use all my strength to fight him, and I hope you can use all my strength to fight me. !"
After Yang Mingwei finished speaking, his whole body radiated light, and a person appeared behind him, a giant sitting cross-legged in red gold armor!
This is Yang Mingwei's martial spirit!
one person!
To be exact, the ancient race!
Yang Mingwei's martial spirit is an ancient racial martial spirit called King Fuming. According to legend, there were many races abandoned by the gods in ancient times, and King Fuming was one of them.
Racial Martial Spirit is also a kind of Martial Spirit, and generally speaking, Racial Martial Spirit is a high-level Martial Spirit.
Like Yang Mingwei, the immortal king is the top tenth level martial spirit.
Of course, there are fourteen classes in the first year, and the first in each class is generally a class ten first-class or above. If there is no such talent, it is impossible to win the class.
Yang Mingwei summoned King Ming of Wuhun Fu, and suddenly a golden circle appeared behind him, his figure flashed, and he suddenly punched Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong's figure flashed, and he punched him, and the two collided.
Dou Qi surging, air tumbling.
This time, Yang Mingwei was still taken a few steps back by Huang Xiaolong.
When everyone saw this, they were shocked again.
A person with Wufuming Wang's martial spirit, summoning Fufuming Wang, is more than half stronger than the same-level powerhouse in terms of physical strength and defense, but Huang Xiaolong can still knock him back. Isn't Huang Xiaolong's physical strength better than Yang Mingwei's? Even stronger
Huang Xiaolong punched Yang Mingwei back again, his figure flashed, and he came to the opponent's body.
"Don't move King Ming's golden circle!" Just as Huang Xiaolong's palm print was printed on Yang Mingwei's chest, a golden light flashed in Yang Mingwei's eyes, and the golden circle behind him suddenly lit up, revolving around him continuously, forming a defensive circle, Huang Xiaolong's palm print Hitting the golden circle is like hitting the hardest iron wall.
"You can't break my defense!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong and said, "Only the seventh rank can break my golden circle of King Fu Ming!"
Do not move Mingwang Golden Circle!
This is Yang Ming's natal soul skill after the transformation of his mighty martial soul.
Yang Mingwei was fighting against people, and after he used the Golden Circle of Unmoving King Ming, with his current strength, only the seventh rank could break through his defense.
"Can't be broken?" Huang Xiaolong's face was indifferent: "Not necessarily!" After speaking, the palm printed on Yang Mingwei's chest suddenly pressed forward, and a frightening feminine force suddenly poured into Yang Mingwei's body through the golden circle of King Ming Dynasty. .
Yang Mingwei's eyes widened, his body trembled, and he stepped back again and again, until he retreated to the edge of the stage and stabilized, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
When everyone on the stage saw this, there was an uproar.
"You, what kind of fighting skill is this, you can actually break through my golden circle of King Fu Ming!" Yang Mingwei said in disbelief.
This is what makes Mianzhang terrifying. Even if there are two walls, Mianzhang can knock the opponent flying, but the wall is fine.
Huang Xiaolong didn't answer, his figure flashed again, he came to the other side, and slapped the palm again. Yang Mingwei was startled. Just as he was about to dodge, he was slapped by Huang Xiaolong's palm, and his body flew backwards and fell to the stage.
Yang Mingwei is defeated!
Everyone looked at Yang Mingwei who fell down from the stage, but they didn't react for a long time. After a while, there was an uproar, and Yang Mingwei actually lost! And Huang Xiaolong won so easily, he didn't even summon his martial spirit.
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