The fat man's shit luck went from beginning to end, and the semi-final draw was really staggered with Qin Tian, and the opponent was an ancient martial arts student named Fan Yang.

"Wait a minute, don't be embarrassed, anyway, you have the third place in your hands. Qin Tian patted the fat man on the shoulder, confident.

The fat man nodded like a chicken pecking rice, his mouth grinned, and he was stupidly happy, faintly pondering Qin Tian's thoughts.

And what Qin Tian encountered was a new student of the Dou Qi Department, who took the Western martial arts path, and his strength was not bad, but unfortunately it was destined to stop here.

This time, Qin Tian didn't spare his hand at all, and as soon as he came up, he defeated him with the momentum of thunder, and even before he surrendered, he removed the joints of his hands, which made his saliva and snot snot.

The injury was not serious, but there was no five or six days of recuperation, and if he didn't want to recover as before, how could he still participate in the next third-place battle.

So the title of third runner-up naturally fell on the fat man's head.

"Holy!

He has won two games in total, and one of them obviously hugged Qin Tian's thigh. ”

"I'll go! The title of the third runner-up who came back from the white prostitute?

For the third runner-up of this freshman competition with the largest water in history, Mo is the most indignant ability department, and even the cultivation department is a little overwhelmed, so that when the awards were presented, there were boos, and people kept pointing fingers.

The fat man, a guy with thicker skin than the city wall, of course, didn't care about it at all, but kept waving to the audience, as if thanking everyone for their support and encouragement along the way.

"Hey, people don't want to be invincible in the world. ”

"Don't stop me, Lao Tzu has to go down and beat him up to relieve his anger!"

...

Fortunately, the uproar did not last long.

Next, the most high-profile championship battle is about to be staged.

Under the gaze of thousands of people with different emotions, Qin Tian put his hands behind his back and slowly walked into the ring as if he was walking, without the slightest sense of tension.

Fan Yang, who was standing on the other side, was tall, dignified, and elegant, and in terms of skin alone, Qin Tian had to admit that he was not much inferior to himself.

An extremely strong and blazing qi machine flowed on his side, like a big day in the sky at noon, making people look sideways.

He is a congenital martial artist, and he still stepped into the kind of congenital Xiaocheng early.

"You're strong!" Fan Yang's tone was flat, as if he was expounding an objective fact.

"You, very discerning!" Qin Tian replied matter-of-factly, and in the end he still praised himself in a roundabout.

"But I want to try!"

Fan Yang's eyes bloomed with a touch of hot battle intent, he stood side by side, his knees slightly bent, one hand clenched into a fist in front of his abdomen, and the other hand was flat, pointing at Qin Tian, posing in a boxing style that was both offensive and defensive.

A majestic True Qi also surged at this time, like a storm crashing on the shore, causing the void to hum and tremble.

Qin Tian was also interested, his lower plate was firmly tied, his five fingers were buckled, his fist was empty, one arm was leaning on his waist, and one arm was bent before his elbow was supported under his cheek, and he put out an eight-pole boxing pile that he had practiced hard for many years.

"Baji Gate?" Fan Yang was slightly surprised, seeing a cultivator posing in front of him with a martial arts boxing fight, there was an indescribable sense of strangeness, the key is that this is definitely not a virtual frame that relies on a gourd to draw a scoop, it is clear that he is an expert with many years of attainments.

Qin Tian nodded with a smile, and was rarely humble: "It's not as good as you, I haven't practiced a famous hall for more than ten years, so I went to cultivate the truth halfway." ”

After the words were finished, both sides were not in a hurry to make a move, they confronted each other from afar, and before they officially fought, each other's qi was already in close contact, and the void was a little distorted.

The next moment, the figures of both sides blurred for a while, and they galloped towards each other, and the two figures collided together in an instant.

"Boom"

Between the two of them, bursts of turbulence suddenly rolled up and spread outward, hitting the enchantment, and red rays lit up one after another, and the stone slab of the ring under their feet sank more than an inch because they couldn't resist the impact.

One did not use the true qi, and the other did not mobilize the spiritual power, and the two sides tacitly weighed each other's catties with the purest physical power.

"Is this Qin Tian crazy, dare to compete with a martial artist?"

"Heaven is above, why didn't this guy get knocked out, he is really a cultivator, how can he be so unreasonable?"

At this moment, the momentum on both sides rose again and again.

A person's white true qi is agitated, turning into a cloud pattern armor, covering the whole body, majestic and majestic, like a heavenly soldier and a heavenly general patrolling the world.

A person's purple gold spiritual power erupted from the top of his head, converging into a cloud of purple smoke and drifting, like an immortal, about to soar on the clouds.

The two sides did not back down, Qin Tian's legs were firmly rooted on the ground, as if incarnated into a towering mountain, which made people look up, and hit Fan Yang's chest with his side shoulders, using a strong and powerful eight-pole iron mountain to lean.

At the same moment, Fan Yang also swung out a form-meaning splitting fist, and his arm swept like a golden knife, smashing on Qin Tian's temple.

The result was that they were evenly matched, one flew out upside down, and one slid sideways, both relying on their physical tenacity and eating each other's blows.

"You're really strong!" Fan Yang wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were as bright as a bonfire in the night, and under his elegant and handsome skin, there was an extremely warlike heart.

Qin Tian didn't speak, but in his heart, he had already admitted Fan Yang as an opponent, he was the only peer in the Heavenly God Academy who could make Qin Tian put in his eyes.

"Crackling"

There was a sound like fried beans in Fan Yang's body, and his already slender and straight figure was once again raised by a point, and the muscles on his body swelled, like a bulging rock, which burst the clothes on his upper body.

The true qi condensed on his side turned from white to blue, and more ancient than before.

Spiritual power is respected by purple gold, and true qi is king by the green one.

Fan Yang began to practice Xingyi Boxing at the age of eight, and at the age of seventeen, he realized the principles of boxing, and turned from acquired to congenital.

Later, when he entered the Heavenly God Academy and comprehended the "God of War Catalogue", which is known as the first strange book of ancient times, he jumped over the Dragon Gate, not only cultivating to climb to the innate Xiaocheng, but also producing an incredible transformation of his true qi.

"Good!"

Qin Tian's blood was boiling, it was rare to meet an opponent who could compete with him in the same realm, even if he pressed himself, he still felt that it was unprecedented and hearty.

Fan Yang's eyes let off cold electricity, and he rushed all the way towards Qin Tian, and every time he stepped on the ground, he would leave a crack like a spider's web, and his body became more and more blurred, almost hidden in the void.

"Good time!"

Qin Tian was full of fighting spirit, his spiritual power was surging like a sea tide, and a purple gold cloak branded with cloud patterns condensed behind him, and it was automatic without wind.

He replaced his true qi with spiritual power, and blessed him with his Eight Pole Fist, and played the Vajra Eight Potentials in the Eight Pole Fist.

In an instant, one after another mighty fists poured wantonly, like the water of a great river flowing eastward, bound to swallow everything in its way.

The momentum is so strong that many junior mentors have to look at it.