"Hao Qimen, Xin Yongyang. ”

The disciple of the Haoqi Sect in the center of the martial arts arena reported his name.

This person is second only to the disciple of the first-grade martial artist in the sect, and he is stronger than Hu Zheng in terms of overall strength.

This one is strong, and it is not much stronger.

After all, they are all peak martial artists, as long as they don't step into the martial arts, the gap between the two is nothing more than about two or three thousand catties.

"Go!" the referee shouted.

For the sake of the master of the sect and the glory of the sect, Xin Yongyang rushed over first.

The spiritual energy exploded in full force, not only converging all over the body, protecting several major acupuncture points, but also pouring into the palms.

"Brush, brush!"

In an instant, the two palms attacked, and the spiritual energy roared out, forming palm prints, accompanied by a whistling sound.

This is the roar of the tiger and the dragon.

Hao Qi valve to reach the middle grade of the high-level unique palm technique.

This skill is divided into Tiger Roar Palm and Dragon Roaring Palm, which can be disassembled and used separately, or it can be used together to form a tiger roaring dragon roar!

Xin Yongyang has majored in this palm method since he joined the sect.

With the peak martial arts spiritual energy, once it is used, the qi waves and air friction formed will produce the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan!

"Brush, brush!"

The palm prints of the left dragon and the right tiger swept in, like a dragon and tiger roaring.

It has been praised again and again by the bigwigs from all sides, and it is unanimously believed that this son's comprehension of the palm technique has reached the realm of perfection, and he is worthy of the genius of the high-grade spiritual root.

How should the iron-clad Li Qingyang take over?

"Brush!"

While everyone was thinking about it, Li Qingyang stepped forward and condensed his explosive fist to blast over, obviously wanting to compete with the Tiger Roaring Dragon Yinzhang with the most dignified confrontation.

"Bang! bang!"

The two of them collided with their fists, and energy fluctuations filled the air, forming a circle of ripples.

In a few seconds, Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang exchanged more than ten moves, and from the perspective of the situation, it seemed that they were evenly matched.

That's right!

This is a normal competition!

The previous four battles were not intense at all, and it was in vain that we came all the way to see the excitement!

"Bang! bang!"

The two exchanged more than ten moves, and then separated tacitly, keeping a certain distance.

Li Qingyang's face was light.

Xin Yong's brows furrowed slightly, and his palms loosened, trying to alleviate the numbness that had risen from the collision just now.

"The Haoqimen disciple has suffered a loss. Wang Donglin said.

Qin Haoran also noticed it, and his face became gloomy again.

In this competition, I want to lose again?

Look, I have lost my confidence when I am beaten, and I still have to lick my face and continue to fight, and I agree to ten million taels of colored heads, is there a problem with my brain?

This one loses, it doesn't matter!

Li Qingyang, the strongest of his iron bone faction, has already played, and the disciples sent by the next two games are definitely not strong, as long as they win two games, they can win!

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang fought again.

The two did not disappoint the martial artists who watched the excitement, and they fought together and fought extremely fiercely.

This style of painting is normal.

Before, it was either kicked with a foot, or a chrysanthemum remnant, and it was like a sandbag, which was one-sided, and it was fun to watch!

"Bang! bang!"

The sound of explosions and the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon resounded in the martial arts arena, and Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang, who were in the fight, also fought faster and faster, and the more fierce the fight became.

Jun Chang smiled and clasped his hands, and muttered: "Qingyang didn't choose a quick battle, he should want to use this peak martial artist as a sparring partner." ”

"Bang!"

At that moment, the sound of a bang was heard.

Li Qingyang's fist with a strength of more than 20,000 catties slammed into Xin Yongyang's palm, shaking him back a few steps.

"The disciple of Haoqimen has fallen into the wind!"

"Compete head-on with Xin Yongyang, who casts the Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm, this Li Qingyang is really strong!"

"On Lingquan Mountain, it is not a fluke to defeat the inner disciples of the Holy Spring Sect!"

Everyone praised Li Qingyang.

Why?

Because the moves are bright and fair, and the fight is very graceful!

It's like the Iron Bone Sect disciples in the first four games, either kicking the temples with their feet, or using the obscene moves of chrysanthemum remnants.

Hearing everyone talking about his son, the head of the Li family stood up proudly, and his face was full of pride.

Xin Yongyang struggled to stabilize his body, his face was slightly ugly, and there was a feeling of swelling and numbness in his right palm, and it seemed that he had been bombarded.

"Brush!"

Li Qingyang stepped forward and attacked again with a condensed burst fist.

This time, he didn't give Xin Yongyang any respite, and bombarded frequently, and finally bombarded the opponent so that he could only block, retreat, and then ...... was beaten out of the martial arts arena.

Iron Bone Pie, win one more game!

Not counting the previous four voids, that's 5-0.

Li Qingyang won, Jun Changxiao is not surprised.

Among the seven inner disciples of the Iron Bone Sect, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei are proficient in body and foot strength, Xiao Sinji has refined his physical body to the extreme, and Lu Qianqian's spiritual power is majestic.

Although Li Qingyang does not have very dazzling strengths, he also does not have very obvious shortcomings, and he belongs to comprehensive and balanced development.

What's more, among the inner disciples, the current cultivation is the highest, and he has broken through to the seventh-rank martial disciple.

Hu Zheng, a peak martial artist, was knocked to the ground by Xiao Sinji.

It would be strange if the second disciple couldn't take Xin Yongyang, who was also a peak martial disciple.

Not to mention Jun Changxiao, even the bigwigs from all sides who watched the battle were not surprised by Li Qingyang's victory, because his performance was too perfect and impeccable.

In the first four games, Su Xiaomo and others won, and there was a feeling that the plot would be reversed, and Li Qingyang's victory was a matter of course.

Wang Donglin commented: "This son does not have as many shining points as the first few disciples, but it is very stable. ”

"Oops. ”

Jun Chang smiled and arched his hand: "Qin Alliance Master, if in the next game, my Iron Bone Sect wins again, you will have to take out 10 million taels." ”

"Hmph. ”

Qin Haoran said coldly: "Master Jun, your Iron Bone Sect disciples are all elite, can you still compete with my next disciples?"

All the best?

Is this underestimating Bendi?

The night star behind him pulled down his face and said in a deep voice: "Master, I'll fight in the next game!"

When he came to Haoqimen, he wanted to fight, and even planned to pick them one by one.

"Hmm. ”

Jun Chang smiled: "Let's play." ”

"Click, click!"

Ye Xingchen clenched his fists, shaking his head as if he was not afraid to break his neck, his eyes flashing coldly.

Qin Haoran said lightly: "Pei Jun, you go up, remember that you will win." ”

"Yes. ”

The personal disciple who called Pei Jun came out, and there was a strong spiritual power all over his body, and he was obviously the strongest disciple of the Haoqi Sect.

"The Qin Alliance Lord has finally sent this martial master-level disciple. ”

"That Iron Bone Sect disciple, at first glance, is at the level of a five- or six-grade martial artist, and there is no hope of winning at all. ”

"In my opinion, the plan of the head of the Jun sect is to let the strong disciples take the lead, and then let such disciples be cannon fodder. ”

Cannon fodder?

The night stars are blazing.

If this emperor still has the cultivation of his previous life, he will pinch all of you lowly ants to death in the palm of his hand, so that his soul will fly away, and he will never be able to live forever!

is worthy of being the Night Emperor, the idea is too crazy!

"Tread. ”

Pei Jun walked to the central area first, and arched his hand: "Hao Qi Gate, Pei Jun." ”

Night Xingchen said lightly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's start." ”

"Tsk, this cannon fodder is quite dragging. ”

"Doesn't he know that Pei Jun is the strongest personal disciple in the Hao Qi Sect?"

"Consume the strongest with the weakest, even if you lose, it's worth it. ”

Every word that everyone was talking about was clearly transmitted into the ears of the night star, and the anger in his body roared out, instantly filling his eyes, as if two flames were rising.

Pei Jun secretly exclaimed: "This guy's eyes are so scary!"

"You!"

Ye Xingchen turned his head to look at the referee and shouted angrily: "Hurry up and shout to start, Lao Tzu can't wait!"

This little temper tantrum ......

"Go!" the referee shouted.

As soon as the voice fell, Pei Jun had already rushed over, his hands reached back, and the spiritual energy gathered between the palms of his hands, and he was about to ......

"Brush!"

Night Xingchen suddenly appeared on the left side and said coldly: "Boy, you are too slow. ”

"Bang ————"