"Boom! Boom!"
The spiritual power spread on the fighting platform, and the palm prints appeared.
"This is the Mizong Palm Technique. Once it is deployed, it will form an airtight fist mark!" said an older martial artist.
Used all martial arts
That Iron Bone Sect disciple will surely be defeated!
However, despite Yi Dashi's frequent attacks, Tian Qi remained calm in the face of danger, using both hands and feet together to resist the opponent's palm prints from different directions.
The higher-ranking fighters in the stands became more surprised and shocked the more they watched, because although the Iron-Bone Sect disciple was caught in the rhythm of the opponent's attack, he never used his spiritual power!
"The strength of each palm of a disciple of the Qingling Sect is at least around 1500, how can he resist without using spiritual power to protect his body!"
"This is too exaggerated!"
"Hoo hoo!"
At this moment, Tian Qi took a step back after blocking the opponent's palm.
Ten halos of light flickered in the right fist, spiritual power was poured into the fist, and it suddenly passed through layers of palm prints and blasted on the opponent's chest.
Fast, hard, accurate!
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Yi Dashi suffered a blow, his body retreated violently, and finally fell out of the fighting platform, and when he stabilized his body in embarrassment, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.
The referee said: "The fourth round of the second round, the winner is Tian Qi!"
"Win... again?"
"That guy's wrist aperture is only ten, can he hit the 12th segment of the pulse opening so far with one punch?"
When the warriors on the viewing platform were confused, Tian Qi had already stepped off the stage gracefully.
This time he took the move first, then defeated his opponent, and used his strength to tell some idiots that his victory in the last round was not a fluke.
"Why."
Jun Changxiao turned his head and said with a smile: "The former disciple of your family, it is not a loss to lose to my disciple, right?"
The elder of Dahongmen was speechless.
At this time, he was not as active as before the competition started.
Because the few disciples sent out were almost wiped out in the first round, now there is only one single seedling left and assigned to District D.
"snort."
The elder of Dahongmen said calmly: "This is only the second round, there will be a lot of competitions in the future, don't be too happy."
Jun Chang smiled and shook his shoulders, glanced at the elder Xiao's family intentionally or unintentionally, and found that he was closing his eyes to cultivate.
…
The contestants are still fighting. Judging from the fighting situation, it is obviously much more exciting than the first round. Many people have shown their martial arts.
In this regard, the iron-boned faction is worse.
Because the head of Junda only conducts devil training, and does not pass on decent martial arts skills to his disciples.
In his words, from the meridian opening stage to the martial apprentice level, as long as the strength is strong enough, apart from high-level martial arts, it is just icing on the cake.
In fact, there are no good martial arts for the disciples at all.
"In the tenth match of the second round, Zhang He will face Li Qingyang!"
"start."
"Boom—"
As soon as the referee's voice fell, Zhang He was punched off the ring by Li Qingyang.
"The tenth round of the second round, the winner is Li Qingyang!"
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.
…
"In the twenty-sixth round of the second round, Su Xiaomo played against Lin Feng."
"start!"
"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!"
The vigorous Su Xiaomo stepped out, and instantly spun around the opponent. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he poured spiritual power into his right leg, put his foot on his buttocks, and kicked him out of the fighting ring.
"The twenty-sixth round of the second round, the winner is Su Xiaomo!"
The corners of their mouths continued to twitch.
…
"Forty-two matches in the second round, Tie Ying will face Lu Qianqian!"
"start!"
"Plop—"
The contestant named Tie Ying was the same as Hu Yao. At the beginning, Lu Qianqian gently waved his hand and pushed him off the stage with spiritual power.
The audience can't stand it!
Big Brother, Big Sister, this is the second round after all,
The advanced contestants are more or less capable, and you iron-boned factions make quick decisions one by one, can you show some respect to your opponents
Respect is not given, it is earned.
Just like Jun Changxiao, in the face of other people's humiliation of the sect, he never asks for respect, because he will type it out.
Although this martial arts competition, as the head of the sect, cannot participate in the battle, but the five of Lu Qianqian are equivalent to representing themselves, representing the entire Iron-Bone Sect, and showing respect!
The fight continues...
Until the final sixty-fourth match, Xiao Zuiji played against Hua Rong!
"I'm coming!"
"Qinghe gang Huarong is a 12th-stage meridian, and he will definitely be able to torture that guy!"
Sure enough, after the match started, Hua Rong integrated spiritual power into his palm to form a palm knife, and launched a fierce attack on Xiao Zuiji.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The palm of the knife is like a shadow, attacking the shoulders, chest, arms, and abdomen frantically.
However, no matter how Hua Rong attacked, Xiao Zuiji remained motionless on the spot without feeling the slightest pain.
"How can this be… "
"How strong a physical body must be to be beaten standing like a stake!"
The audience was dumbfounded.
"hateful!"
Hua Rong was furious, raised his palm knife, and hit Xiao Zuiji hard on the neck.
During the process, spiritual power was poured into the palm, and the strength rose steadily!
"Snapped!"
At this moment, Xiao Zuiji put his hand in front of him, caught him with the saber in his hand, and said calmly: "It's just a martial arts competition, why do you have to use such a heavy hand."
His hands were like pliers, tightly clasped around his wrists, making it difficult for the other party to break free.
"It's pinched on the Qi channel!"
"That contestant was too anxious and careless!"
Many masters saw the way.
Xiao Zuiji has no spiritual roots and no cultivation, he is nothing but a waste.
But please don't forget that he was once an amazing genius, his strength can decline, but his innate sense of fighting will not be stifled!
It looks like being beaten back and forth like a wooden stake, but in fact it is looking for a flaw, and finally seized the opportunity to catch Huarong's Qi vein by surprise.
Textbook counterattack.
It's a pity that many spectators don't care.
They cheered for Hua Rong in their hearts, and hoped that the other party would fight back. Among them, the direct line of the Xiao family was the strongest.
Qi meridians are blocked, weak and weak, is it possible to backhand
"brush!"
Taking Hua Rong's pulse, Xiao Zuiji dragged him to the edge of the competition stage step by step, then lifted him up and moved to the outside of the arena.
He kicked it, put it on his stomach, let go of the hand holding his pulse, and saw Hua Rong flew out and fell to the ground, grinning and rolling over, clutching his stomach.
Jun Chang smiled and said, "This foot is very heavy."
for a long time.
The referee announced: "The sixty-fourth match of the second round, the winner is Xiao Zuiji!"
"Ding!"
"Five disciples advance to the third round, the completion of the epic task is 20%, and the host gets 20 contribution points."
"Ding!"
"Sect contribution value: 82/500."
Jun Changxiao secretly said: "Another 20 points are given, so if the completion rate is 100%, you can get 200 contribution points. It is indeed an epic task, and the reward is generous!"
…
Xiao Zuiji returned to the winner's area.
The warriors on the viewing platform shut their mouths one after another and chose to remain silent.
laugh at
no longer exists.
The faces of the direct descendants of the Xiao family were as ugly as Chi Xiang's, and as for their fragile hearts, they were also riddled with holes.
"The exiled direct descendants of the Xiao family have no spiritual power, but they can rely on their physical bodies to defeat the twelfth stage of Kaimai."
"To be able to withstand Hua Rong's crazy attack and be safe and sound, what kind of terrifying physical training has he gone through these years?"
"Genius is worthy of being a genius. Even if you don't have spiritual roots, you can find another way to strengthen yourself."
"The Xiao family expelled him, I'm afraid they have regretted it by now."
Xiao Zuiji's performance was unanimously praised by the top leaders of all factions.
The elder of the Xiao family who was standing on the high platform blushed like a pig's liver, and his eyes were completely covered by murderous intent.
It was unacceptable for him to expel the trash of the family and advance to the third round by defeating opponents one after another.
In the distance, Jun Changxiao gently raised his hand, intentionally or unintentionally pointed the gun at the elder of the Xiao family, and said secretly: "Old guy, don't mess around, or I will kill you with one shot."
He does not allow anyone to hurt his disciples, let alone the Xiao family, even the Ye family, Lin family, and Long family.