This kind of competition does not have so many processes like activities in the world, and after the disciples of the Yi family and the Zhao family were assigned to the battle number plate, it began quickly. Dusty ↗ ↙ Literature × Studies

Although it is a knockout format, the first round alone takes place for a whole day because there are so many people participating in the competition.

Fortunately, the martial arts arena is large enough, divided into eight rings, and sixteen people can go up to compete each time.

The two families are a whole, and the distribution of the two sides of the duel is disrupted, and the Yi family is not necessarily against the martial arts of the Zhao family, and vice versa. Maybe it's a duel between two martial cultivators on his family's side.

Shen Lang's assigned number is No. 51, and the order of appearance is very high, and his opponent is No. 52.

Several elders of the Yi family and the Zhao family, as referees of the martial arts, announced the official start, and 16 martial arts cultivators walked into the ring and arrived at the venue.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, several martial artists directly conceded defeat.

The few who admitted defeat were all young disciples in the initial stage, and the battle side was a martial cultivator in the Asking Realm, and there was no beatability at all.

"The juniors who admit defeat will be locked up for three months, and give me a good penance!" said a Yi family elder who presided over the martial arts.

"Yes!"

Several young disciples, Weng pulled their heads and whispered, their faces indescribably inferior and decadent.

The cruelty of the martial arts of the two clans was immediately revealed, Lin Hai Tianshan advocated martial arts, and those who did not have enough force could only be inferior.

Only the disciples of the Asking Realm were left on the field, and the group that lost or admitted defeat directly retreated, and the presiding elder would announce that a new group of people would go up to compete.

Occasionally, there are one or two disciples who perform amazingly, which makes the audience outside the audience applaud thunderously and are addicted.

The elders of the Yi family and the Zhao family also silently kept the outstanding disciples in mind.

Shen Lang looked at it for a while, and felt that it was really low-end, after all, he had already transformed into a realm martial cultivator, and he was not interested in the duel of a group of questioning realm martial cultivators, and it was estimated that if he went up by himself, he would be able to knock the other party down with one move.

Ibuki was also in front, and it was her turn in the fortieth game, and Ibuki couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Xiaoxue, it's just the first one, you can definitely do it. Yun Luoxue patted her on the shoulder.

Shen Lang sat in the seat not far from Ibuki and encouraged, "Come on!"

"Hmm. Ibuki nodded.

The duel with Ibuki Xue was a mid-realm martial artist of the Zhao family.

In fact, in the middle of the realm, it was already regarded as a martial arts cultivation of the middle and upper levels of the two clans.

"That's the granddaughter of the ancestor of the Yi family, Ibuki Yuki. ”

"Yes, Miss Yi seems to have broken through the middle of the realm a few days ago. ”

"Miss Yi doesn't seem to be twenty-three years old, she breaks through the realm at this age, and she is talented!"

"However, Miss Yi is estimated to lose this time, and the other party is the Zhao family's mid-realm martial arts cultivator. ”

"Miss Yi has just advanced to the middle stage of the questioning realm, and she should not be able to compete with the martial arts cultivation in the middle stage of the Zhao family's questioning realm. ”

"Damn, such a beautiful female cultivator, if it were me, maybe she would have pitied Xiangxiang and couldn't do it!"

A group of audience members pointed their fingers at the martial arts arena, in addition to admiring Ibuki's beauty, they just felt that Ibuki was more unlucky and met such a powerful opponent.

Shen Lang felt that Yi Fuxue had a very good win rate, he had instructed Yi Fuxue to do some cultivation before, and found that Yi Fukixue's talent in martial arts was really good, and the Snow Flower Divine Palm had already been practiced, although she had just broken through the middle of the Asking Realm, but against the martial arts cultivation in the middle of the Asking Realm, the winning rate should not be low.

"Begin!" the presiding elder ordered.

"Miss Yi, I advise you to surrender, I don't want to hurt you. The martial artist of the Zhao family didn't make a move, but just said lightly to Yi Fuxue.

After speaking, this person's face still showed an unbearable look, and he couldn't do anything about such a beautiful beauty.

Being despised like this, Yi Fuki felt very uncomfortable in her heart, and snorted coldly: "Since it is a martial arts competition, there is no word that hurts or hurts, let's fight!"

After saying that, Ibuki slapped it with a palm, mixed with the howling cold wind.

That Zhao family martial cultivator's face changed, but he didn't expect the power of Yi Fuxue's palm to be so great.

The two fought together, and Ibuki relied on the increasingly skilled snowflake divine palm, and the person who pressed it couldn't kick out, and after a few palms of Ibuki Snow in his body, the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Don't look at Ibuki Yuki's beauty, but he is merciless.

It wasn't until the Zhao family martial artist vomited blood and begged for mercy that Yi Chuixue stopped, turned around and walked out of the ring, exuding a cold aura.

There was a commotion in the audience, but I didn't expect the strength of the eldest lady of the Yi family to be so strong, and she couldn't tell that she was a martial artist who had just broken through the middle of the realm.

Yi Tianfeng on the stage showed a satisfied smile, feeling that his daughter was a cultivable material, and only hoped that she could cultivate well in the future.

After a while, it was finally time for Shen Lang to appear.

Countless eyes fell on Shen Lang in front of the stage, the rumored son of Shen Canghai, the young man whose talent was comparable to that of Ouyang Changfeng on the first day of Lin Hai Tianshan.

Shen Lang didn't know that outsiders had already added a lot of aura to him.

Everyone is not stupid, Shen Canghai said that he would reward the holy weapon to the junior who was the first in the martial arts, and eighty percent felt that his son was the first, so he dared to make this choice.

By the way, Shen Lang's name can be publicized, Shen Canghai is really a good hand.

Under the watchful eye, Shen Lang went to the ring.

Fighting against him was a female cultivator of the Shen family, who was beautiful and cultivated in the middle of the realm.

Most of the martial cultivators who participated in the martial arts were men, the number of female cultivators was only a small part, and the number of female cultivators in the realm was even smaller, and the two clans combined were less than a few hundred.

The female cultivator who cultivates to a high level looks crooked and cracked, and she really doesn't dare to compliment. And the more beautiful female cultivators have a hypocritical style of life, and their cultivation is too low.

The female cultivator who fought against Shen Lang had a good posture.

"Uncle Shen, my little sister has admired you for a long time, and I am very happy to fight you. The female cultivator hugged her fist towards Shen Lang and said with a grin.

Seeing that the other party didn't mean to admit defeat, Shen Lang was a little embarrassed, and it seemed that he had better start lightly.

"Let's start!" The presiding elder of the Yi family gave an order, his eyes still swept over Shen Lang, revealing a faint smile, obviously placing high hopes on Shen Lang.

The female cultivator made a preemptive move, and immediately rushed towards Shen Lang, striking out a snowflake divine palm with all her strength.

Shen Lang stood still, running the Divine Illumination Sutra, and with a wave of his hand, a huge body protection qi erupted at will, dispersing the opponent's palm power.

The nun exclaimed, and the whole person was about to fall backwards.

Shen Lang's figure flashed, flashed behind the female cultivator, held her up, and said apologetically, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" the nun blushed, and then smiled teasingly: "Thank you, Uncle Shi, for your concern." ”

After speaking, she directly stood on tiptoe and kissed Shen Lang's cheek, and her movements were very bold.

Shen Lang was a little speechless, he didn't expect this girl to be so unrestrained.

"Wow!"

The audience was in an uproar, and countless young men showed expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Seeing that the female cultivator kissed Shen Lang in public, Yi Chuixue in the audience puffed out her mouth, and her heart was inexplicably uncomfortable.

"What, my eldest lady, you shouldn't be jealous, right?" Yun Luoxue in the stands couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw Yi Fukixue's expression.