Nangong Fan and Xu Kaifu almost entered the school field in time.

As soon as he stepped into the school field, he heard Wu Jingsheng's indifferent voice resounding in the school field, which also indicated that the competition would continue to be held as scheduled.

"The 100 seeded players from each competition stage of the junior file will be contested, and you will accept the impact from the 100 selected Tianjiao. If you succeed and are in the top 100, the top 100 will have a very generous reward for you. You only have one chance for 100 challengers, and each champion can continue to challenge after being knocked out of the ring, and ten people who successfully defend will be counted as successful defenders. The fight starts now!"

Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he slowly walked towards his own No. 23 martial platform step by step, sitting cross-legged on it, waiting for the arrival of the challenger.

In just a moment, there were three people standing in front of the martial platform.

There was no one in front of the first 10 ring, and the 10th martial arts platform at the end can be described as crowded, forming a stark contrast.

Nangong Fan's eyes were clear, "Qingjia Chamber of Commerce Hei Ze, which of you goes first?"

The three of them made eye contact, no one wanted to be the first, the more they went to the back, the more they took advantage, even if the previous challenge was successful, they could challenge the new champion according to the rules.

Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered that Li Taibai confidently and calmly stepped into the No. 1 martial arts platform, his eyes were full of heat and interest, "True ink, or, you guys will go together, right?"

The eyes of the three were full of anger, and one of them stepped out, "A few days ago, I found out that you are just a middle-level martial artist, I don't know where you got your qualifications and arrogance. ”

The aura of the peak martial marquis rose on the body of the person who came, and he didn't greet him, and smashed straight towards Nangong Fan with a punch with a violent and domineering spiritual power fluctuation. The blue surging spiritual power boiled, almost dyeing the ring with a moist aura.

The peak martial marquis struck with all his strength, which is also remarkable, you know, he just does not have a prominent family background, and he is unlucky to be ranked on the No. 1 martial arts platform before he falls to Sun Shan, and most of the more than 100 champions are not as strong as him.

His face was hideous and terrifying, his eyes were full of anger, and he added a bit of momentum to this punch, at least in his thoughts, this punch Nangong Fan was powerless to resist.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with boredom, and he took a step forward, and the simple and unpretentious punch blasted out without any bells and whistles, and a sonic boom sounded in the ring, which showed its power.

Nangong Fan's instantaneous speed is still a bit rare if he wants to reach the speed of sound, but if he just swings his fist at speed, with his strong physique and the surging spiritual power in his body, he can barely reach the threshold of sound speed.

There was nothing fancy on one side, and the blue spiritual power on the other side was surging, and there were water waves that sounded one after another, and there were sonic booms that sounded intermittently.

Just looking at the formation, Nangong Fan fell into the disadvantage.

The two fists collided in the air without any fancy.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the fist of the comer, but at the same time as the collision, there was a sound of a sound, and an irresistible huge force surged from between the fists, and the powerful arm bent under this mighty force could not help bending and bending, the fist exploded, the bones were broken, blood splashed everywhere, and it was powerless to fly backwards.

Nangong Fan rubbed his slightly numb fist and slowly spit out a mouthful of saliva, "Idiot." ”

The immature face was radiant, and there was a hint of happiness surging in his heart, and he had thought twice about it before, but it restrained his heart. Nowadays, the young man is full of spirit, indescribable publicity, and his mind seems to have been sublimated in it.

"You two can go up together. Nangong Fan clenched his fists, kicked the person who was paralyzed on the ground and flew out of the ring, and smiled a little more cheerfully, "There is no pressure to come one by one." ”

The two of them looked at each other with bitter expressions, and the person who fell with one punch, although it was a water attribute spiritual power, but the cultivation method was bizarre, and it brought a bit of domineering thunder attribute, and the two of them were inseparable from it together, thinking that they were the target of bullying, but they sat down and turned into a hideous giant tiger in an instant.

It seems to have picked a hard bone?

But when it came to the end, it was not possible to retreat, and the two stepped into the ring together, and the referee sitting cross-legged in the void only glanced at it slightly, and said no more.

The two of them stood on both sides of Nangong Fan's antagonism, not as rude as the previous person, and slightly confronted.

"The wind is blowing in the Windy City, please advise. ”

"Xicheng Maoer, please advise. ”

"Qingjia Chamber of Commerce Kurosawa, please advise. "Nangong Fan returns the salute, people respect him, he doesn't need to be the kind of arrogant person who doesn't know the number of etiquette, let the two of them go together just for a moment's pleasure, not to offend people to death.

The wind fluttered and shouted, a faint demonic aura permeated his body, he was already thin and slender, soft hair appeared on his body, his right foot stepped lightly, and a meow came from his mouth, and with the spread of the voice, the whole person turned into a wisp of breeze and rushed towards Nangong Fan.

Mao Er rushed forward, and the gray spiritual power diffused between his legs, like a mad cow, with an awe-inspiring momentum, and rushed towards Nangong Fan.

The two geniuses who had never joined forces seemed to turn into a whole in an instant, one was agile, the other was slightly bulky, one fled to Nangong Fan's side, and the other faced Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with strong interest, and he took a step forward, without using spiritual power, and there was a fierce momentum around his body.

Mao Er's right arm was blue-gray, and it smashed towards Nangong Fan's shoulder like a stone.

The momentum is heavy, although it is not as amazing as the sound of a sonic boom, but it also has a heavy force.

Nangong Fan's left shoulder was gently lifted up, and the muscles of his thin body bulged and collided with Mao'er's stone hand, the sound of steel colliding echoed between the rings, and the other hand quickly grabbed forward.

Mao Er's face was extremely ugly, and he had always been known for his strong body, but he suffered a loss just after the collision. Before Nangong Fan's right hand grabbed it, a small stone wall appeared in front of him, slightly blocking Nangong Fan's attack and retreating.

Nangong Fan only felt like he was really grasping between the mountains and rocks, and the dense cracks were all over the stone walls, drifting away with the wind.

The right hand with the hair earlobe fell slightly open, revealing a conspicuous crack, and the epidermis turned into lime and scattered all over the ground in Nangong Fan's shocked gaze.

The wind fluttered at the moment when Nangong Fan paused, his hands were opened, and ten sharp claws grabbed at Nangong Fan's chest, and the cyan spiritual power flashed between the claws, with a brisk wind sound, accompanied by several sharp wind blades.

Nangong Fan heard the sound of the wind approaching quickly in his ears, the brown light flashed in his eyes, the wind fluttered quickly, and he paused slightly, and when he stumbled slightly, Nangong Fan's fist appeared in front of his eyes with brown light, and stopped at the tip of his nose.

The wind was blowing and his face was covered with sweat, and his lips were extremely bitter, even if the fist had not yet fallen, he could clearly feel the violent power brought by the fist.

The wind fluttered and smiled freely, "Brother Black, I admit defeat." ”

Mao Er shrugged helplessly in front of him, the body he relied on for survival became a joke, and there was no need for him to fight. "Brother Hei, I also admit defeat. I am optimistic about your majesty in killing ten cities. ”

Nangong Fan smiled awkwardly, didn't these two guys know that the Qingjia Chamber of Commerce belonged to Dragon City? In a sense, he was also a member of Nine Cities.

But these things are not easy to say directly, so I have to give them up.

Nangong Fan stood in the center of the martial platform and watched the two of them jump off the martial platform, scattering the figures, only then did he have the leisure to look at several other martial platforms that were still fighting, at this time, the people on the field, the martial arts sect was extinct, and the middle-level martial marquis was estimated to be the person with the lowest spiritual power realm among the present, and after a cursory look, he did not find other physical cultivation and the rarest divine cultivation.

Also, physical practice is relatively clumsy compared to spiritual practice, there are not so many bells and whistles, and the younger generation prefers cooler spiritual practices.

What's more, the bulky martial arts cultivation in the early stage was basically at a disadvantage compared to the spiritual cultivation of the same level, and Nangong Fan was able to be so refreshing now, which was also the reason for the dual cultivation of the spirit and body, and he also had the gravity field to make up for the shortcomings of the physical cultivation, which could be described as a real martial king's combat power.

And the high-end industries such as arithmetic, alchemist, refiner, array master and so on are all in the world of divine cultivation, but there are many unsuitable and simple divine cultivation.

The cultivators are enjoying it, and such occasions will naturally not come easily.

The sun was still high in the middle of the void, and at this time, all the martial platforms had already finished the battle.

Wu Jingsheng suspended in the void, and his voice resounded throughout the audience.

"This is the end of today's fight. The next day, the top 10 junior files will be selected. ”

"Why the day after tomorrow?"

On the fourth floor of the attic, a figure shrouded in black robes slowly stepped out, and every step fell ripples in the void mid-air, and a surging momentum surged out, "This seat doesn't have so much leisure, Brother Wu, why don't you compare the rankings directly today?"

Wu Jingsheng's expression froze, a trace of annoyance flashed in the depths of his pupils, and he stared directly at the black-robed figure.

It's okay to say behind everyone's back, not giving him face in front of so many people at the moment, making his face extremely ugly, and he is also a figure with a head and a face, and he regards face as extremely important.

Wu Jingsheng's body is surging and has a hands-on posture, but some discerning people can see that his confidence is slightly insufficient.

What kind of character is Wu Jingsheng, in the end of the capital, except for a few people, if someone dares to disobey him on weekdays, he will directly take action, how can he be like this?

The black-robed figure exuded an eerie and terrifying aura, so that everyone present could not feel the temperature of the sun hanging high in the sky, as if they were in a bitter cold place, and even the slight hot sweat slowly disappeared, but they felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"Are you not convinced?" The black-robed figure took a step forward, standing in the void in front of the fourth floor with the rippling ripples, and the momentum on his body swelled, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves could be faintly heard in the ears of everyone present.

Wu Jingsheng's eyes gradually sank, although he was a little afraid of the other party, but the other party rode on his head and, and he had to resist. A long stick with a glittering golden light appeared in front of him, and he grabbed it, "Come and fight!"

The black-robed figure let out a terrifying laugh, and everyone present felt a gust of wind blowing in their ears, many of them had goosebumps, fear crept up their faces, and they faintly heard someone whispering in their ears, as if the devil from hell was going to pull them into hell.

The black-robed figure slowly moved forward in the void, its momentum getting stronger and stronger with its pace, and the icy aura obscured the brilliance of the scorching sun, as if the legendary hell was coming.