"According to the rules of the sect conference, the Bitao Martial Academy sent core disciples to challenge, then my Ziyan Sect will also send core disciples to fight. ”

Zu Tiangang narrowed his eyes, looked at Fang Bai a few times, and saw that this genius disciple of the Bitao Martial Academy was not simple, guessing that his true combat power should be beyond his realm cultivation a lot, after a little thought, his eyes turned to a disciple of the Ziyan Sect under the stone platform, and said in a deep voice: "Tie Zheng, it is up to you to represent our Ziyan Sect and fight with this disciple of the Bitao Martial Academy! Remember, this is a battle to win or lose, you don't want to embarrass our Ziyan Sect!"

In the martial arts competition of the sect conference, the major sects usually send nine disciples to fight, and only after winning five games can they be considered the final winner.

And winning or losing a battle is also allowed by the sect conference, but without great certainty, few sects dare to take this risk.

After all, once you lose the competition, your ranking will drop, and the cultivation resources that can be allocated in the next five years will be reduced accordingly.

With core disciples to core disciples, it seems fair, but in fact it is unfair.

The Purple Yan Sect is a third-grade sect, and the cultivation of the core disciples is a high-level desolate level, while the Bitao Martial Academy is only a fourth-grade sect, and the core disciples are only high-level cultivations of the heaven-level level, and there is a difference of a whole great realm between the two.

And the gap between cultivation and the previous great realm is reflected in the strength of the world.

Under normal circumstances, a Wilderness-level high-level martial artist could easily defeat ten heaven-level high-level martial artists.

In the eyes of the disciples of the major sects on the scene, even if Fang Bai had hidden some strength, he had no chance of winning against Tie Zheng, who had cultivated beyond him by a great realm.

After Zu Tiangang learned that Fang Bai was a genius disciple of the Bitao Martial Academy that he had not met for a thousand years, and was favored by Bai Fang, a middle-grade alchemist and refiner, he had already given birth to a bit of killing intent, and at this moment, he was repeatedly provoked by Fang Bai in public, and finally became really angry, and decided to strangle this kid with infinite potential in the cradle at all costs.

As for the question of whether the White Fang would retaliate against the Purple Flame Sect and whether the Xuannu Sect had decided to marry the Bitao Martial Academy, Zu Tiangang stopped thinking about it for the time being.

A figure jumped high from the stone platform, and landed on the stone platform quickly and silently, opposite Fang Baimian face, it was Tie Zheng, the core disciple of the Ziyan Sect who was named by Zu Tiangang.

"Tie Zheng, the core disciple of the Purple Flame Sect, come to fight!"

After Tie Zheng landed, he hugged his fists and said to Fang Bai.

Tie Zheng is about forty years old, not tall, slightly dark-skinned, a pair of eyes are clear and bright, and there is a fierce aura all over his body.

The disciples of the Ziyan Sect who know Tie Zheng know that he is a ruthless character who kills people without blinking, and under that shirt, there are muscles that bulge high and seem to be made of steel, and between each muscle, there is a power that makes people's hearts palpitate, and the martial artists whose strength is comparable to him do not fight against him.

When Tie Zheng spoke, he was looking at Fang Bai, his eyes were full of contempt for the weak, as if it was an insult to him to face off against Fang Bai.

Tie Zheng was a smart person, knowing that the sect master named him to face off against Fang Bai, it was not just to defeat Fang Bai, if he accidentally "missed" and killed Fang Bai in the duel, the sect master would definitely be very happy in his heart.

"Elder Ge, don't be impulsive, please go back to the stone chair and sit down for the time being. ”

Fang Bai ignored Tie Zheng, pointed to Zu Tiangang's seat, and said to Ge Feng who was blocking him with a smile: "That position will soon belong to our Bitao Martial Academy." ”

"Fang Bai, you...... Hello for yourself......"

When Ge Feng heard Fang Bai say this, he really calmed down, thinking that instead of accompanying Fang Bai to death in vain, it would be better to keep this useful body and lead several other Bitao Martial Academy disciples to find a glimmer of life, and when he saw Tie Zheng on the stage, he knew that he couldn't stop the two from dueling, so he couldn't help but sigh and sat back in his stone chair with a sad face.

From Tie Zheng's body, Ge Feng sensed the surging killing machine, knowing that in this battle, Fang Bai was more than lucky, and he closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at it.

"Fang Bai, make a move! if you don't make a move, I'm afraid you will never have a chance!"

Tie Zheng, who was ignored by Fang Bai, was a little annoyed, his fists clenched, and there was a burst of explosion.

"Do you want to die or live?"

Fang Bai glanced at Tie Zheng and asked lazily.

Tie Zheng was stunned, but instead of being angry, he laughed: "You are really crazy! Only a madman would say such a thing!"

"If you want to live, you can get down! If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Fang Bai said to himself.

Fang Bai's purpose was to pull the Purple Yan Sect down from the position of the overlord of the Thousand Lakes Country and help the Bitao Martial Academy up, and he didn't want to kill on a large scale, but if there were guys who didn't open their eyes, it wouldn't hurt to kill a few Liwei.

"It's a miracle that an arrogant kid like you can survive until now!"

Tie Zheng laughed and walked towards Fang Bai, with each step, his aura increased by one point, and the thick True Yuan quickly gathered at the end of his right fist.

"But when you meet me, this miracle is coming to an end!

The three words "go to death" suddenly burst out from Tie Zheng's mouth, and the sound wave contained the power of true yuan, like thunder, which shook the eardrums of many warriors under the stone platform "buzzing", and their spirits were in a trance.

With that loud shout, Tie Zheng's figure accelerated suddenly, like a cannonball out of the chamber, rushing in front of Fang Bai with the power of a thunderbolt, and then his right fist blasted out with the momentum of impact.

This punch, Tie Zheng showed no mercy and wanted to kill with one blow.

This punch broke through the air, the speed of the punch was extremely fast, and it actually emitted a slight sonic boom, which instantly touched the clothes on Fang Bai's chest, and the next moment it would pour into Fang Bai's body, and then burst out, shattering the internal organs in Fang Bai's body.

Many martial artists sighed with emotion, this martial arts genius who had not been born in the Bitao Martial Academy for thousands of years was about to fall like this.

Even Liu Qingqing, who had always been extremely confident in Fang Bai, suddenly closed his eyes the moment Tie Zheng's fist touched Fang Bai's shirt, and a little fear arose in his heart.

On the side of the Xuannu Gate, neither Han Xingyu on the stone platform nor Zhuge Lian under the stone platform felt worried about Fang Bai, their eyes widened, wanting to see how Fang Bai fought back against Tie Zheng, and at the same time mourned for Tie Zheng in their hearts.

When a high-level powerhouse of the desolate level attacked a primary-level powerhouse of the Zeon-level, Tie Zheng was not only looking for abuse, but also looking for death.

"The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient!"

Zhuge Lianmei's eyes flashed with excitement, looking at Tie Zheng, who was advancing at high speed, he had already foreseen his fall, and muttered in his mouth.

Tie Zheng's fist, when it bombarded the skin that was still an inch away from Fang Bai's chest, seemed to encounter an invisible barrier,

There is no way to move forward a single cent.

Even his body seemed to be stuck in a thick quagmire, and his limbs were greatly restrained and restricted.

Tie Zheng suddenly raised his head, looking at the mocking smile on the corner of Fang Bai's mouth, a bad feeling enveloped Tie Zheng's heart.

(End of chapter)