The referee's words were still quite effective, and the disciples of the Red Tiger Sect were honest on the spot, nodding their heads.

Wang Lingxuan was very disdainful.

Such a person is not worthy to be an enemy of his own land.

Time passed little by little, and the moods of each sect were also different, and some sects successfully advanced. Some sects were wiped out.

"Disciples with ID cards No. 65 and ID No. 66 are invited to enter the competition. ”

Wang Lingxuan slowly walked into the competition platform.

Finally, it's Bendi's turn, so let you feel the fear of being dominated by Bendi.

After entering, Wang Lingxuan looked at the player opposite and was not the disciple of the Red Tiger Sect, and said, "Trash." ”

"Referee, I want to challenge everyone in the Ding District by myself, including those who have been promoted, and those who have never competed in martial arts. ”

As soon as Wang Lingxuan's words came out, the scene was in an uproar.

"Arrogance. ”

"Rampant. ”

"This arrogant immortal sect disciple is really looking for death. ”

"Such a person who does not know what to do and what is wrong must be taught a good lesson. ”

"Referee, promise him, such a person will have to teach a good lesson. ”

There have been so many martial arts competitions held in the sect, and there has never been such a situation, and the referee didn't know what to do, so he had to ask Yuan Zhong what to do.

After a while, the referee said: "This contestant, as long as the other contestants agree, then do as you say." ”

"We agree. ”

"If you don't do it, such a person will have to be beaten up. ”

As a result, the original one-on-one duel on the competition platform became one-on-one one hundred and ninety-nine.

There are 200 contestants in each district, and now the 200 contestants in District D gather at the competition platform, the winner advances to the finals, and the loser goes home.

"Did the arrogant immortal sect disciple see that he had no hope of winning, so he chose such a method, so that he could lose better, and if he lost, he could say that he was outnumbered. ”

"In my opinion, this should be the plan of the head of the arrogant immortal faction, the sect only has a disciple who takes the first place in District A, and a disciple can't participate, so he has no choice but to choose such a disciple as cannon fodder. ”

Cannon fodder?

The surrounding discussions made the arrogant Emperor of War angry.

If the current Emperor of War still has the cultivation before the reconstruction, he will pinch all these lowly ants to death in the palm of his hand, so that his soul will be scattered, and he will never be able to live forever!

is worthy of the former War Emperor, the idea is really terrifying, really crazy!

"Tread. ”

Wang Lingxuan took a step forward and said coldly: "The arrogant immortal faction, Wang Lingxuan, all trash, come to fight." ”

"Tsk, this cannon fodder is quite dragging. ”

"Doesn't he know that he is about to face one hundred and ninety-nine people?"

"Even if it is consumed, it will consume him. ”

Every word that everyone discussed was clear, and there was no omission into Wang Lingxuan's ears, and the anger in Wang Lingxuan's body roared out uncontrollably, instantly filling his eyes, as if two dazzling hot white lights had risen.

"This guy's eyes are so scary!"

"Cut, just a bluff!"

"You!"

Wang Lingxuan couldn't stand the discussion of this group of people anymore, he really wanted to punch all their mouths, turned his head to look at the referee, and shouted angrily: "What are you thinking about, hurry up and shout to start, I don't see Lao Tzu can't wait!"

Wang Lingxuan's little temper was no longer in peace.

The referee gritted his teeth, controlled his temper and shouted, "Let's go!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Red Tiger Sect martial disciples among the one hundred and ninety-nine people rushed out, and the aura covered their hands, and they were about to ......

"Brush!"

Wang Lingxuan suddenly appeared on his left side, and said gloomily: "Trash, I'm afraid that you will be eliminated later, and if I can't meet you, just to abuse you, I want to fight one hundred and ninety-nine." ”

"Bang ————"

Wang Lingxuan quickly walked around the back of the Red Tiger Sect martial disciple's body, condensed his spiritual power and fists, and slammed into the opponent's back waist cleanly.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, steady!

"Wow!wow!"

The Red Tiger Sect martial disciple who was bombarded staggered several steps ahead, and there was a burst of pain in his waist, accompanied by numbness, which hindered the operation of his aura.

Wang Lingxuan's attack position was the back waist, and after using the dark gold, he just hit the dantian.

With his previous combat experience, Wang Lingxuan had a very good understanding of the body structure of a martial artist, and he could easily hit the vital points.

Then he kicked the Red Tiger Sect disciple to the ground, and chopped it a few more times, until he was unconscious.

Wang Lingxuan said proudly with the appearance of slaughtering the world of ants for life: "A group of garbage scum, don't waste Lao Tzu's time, hurry up and attack it." ”

There were one hundred and ninety-eight people left, and everyone was furious.

Being provoked by a person like this, what is the dignity of being a cultivator.

Nearly 200 people swarmed up, each unleashing a fierce attack.

Wang Lingxuan stood proudly, not afraid at all, on the ground of his body, Qian, Kun, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Xun, Li, Dui, kept rotating clockwise, and then let out a low shout.

"Sixty-four palms of the gossip of the imperial ---. ”

Facing the crowd head-on.

As the palm technique continued to be cast, the screams rose and fell one after another.

"Bang!"

Some people were hit several times in a row because they were too slow to dodge, and flew straight out of the competition platform.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

"What a quick palm. ”

The bigwigs of all factions in the audience were shocked one by one.

And some of them on the stage were knocked away and hit other people at the moment, and they were finally taken out together, and after a set of palm techniques were performed, less than one-fifth of the people on the stage were already there.

And Wang Lingxuan's face was also a little pale, and it was still a little too reluctant to forcibly perform this kind of profound palm technique.

But the deterrent effect has already worked.

The current opponents are all trembling and constantly retreating, for fear that they will be Wang Lingxuan's next target.

Seeing that the opponents were a little timid, how could Wang Lingxuan let go of this opportunity.

"Battle --- gossip is divided into three points of yin and yang. ”

Wang Lingxuan is like a tiger entering a flock, now his spiritual power is about to run out, while he can still perform this trick, he can only knock all the opponents away from the audience as soon as possible.

Shi Ran Bing in District A kept his eyes on the platform of District D, watching his junior brother kill in all directions, and secretly said in his heart: "My junior brother is really not simple, no wonder he can always see a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes that do not belong to young people, is it the same as himself, from that place?"

If Cheng Mo knew the whisper in Shi Ran Bing's heart now, he would definitely be shocked by his fragile little liver, this Shi Ran Bing was the same as he guessed, there was a story.

In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, Wang Lingxuan stood alone on the martial arts platform, and the rest of the people either couldn't keep wailing or had already been shot down from the stage.

The referee felt as if he was in a dream.

"The results of the contest have not been announced yet?"

The referee came to his senses under Wang Lingxuan's reminder and said: "The person who advanced to the next round of martial arts in the Ding District is No. 66, and the disciple of the arrogant immortal faction, Wang Lingxuan." ”