After the time of one pillar of incense, although a large number of people gathered around the ten rings, none of the new disciples stood up to challenge, and the originally bustling noise gradually quieted down.

Shi Mu was a little dumbfounded.

He had just seen that many new disciples were gearing up, and their eyes were flashing with eagerness, and they should be waiting for the first person who dared to challenge the old disciples, so as to serve as a lesson from the past.

When Shi Mu retracted his gaze, he suddenly found that Bai Shi and Xiao Ming beside him were a little nervous, and their hearts moved, and they were about to say something, but a voice sounded in their ears:

"Newcomers, listen, no one has challenged in half an hour, so today's competition will end early!"

On the high platform near the black stone tablet where the ranking of C-level disciples is recorded, a sleepy-eyed white-haired old man appeared there at some point, holding a wine gourd in his hand, sitting on a wisteria chair and saying lazily.

The old man's voice was not loud, but it rolled and echoed in the sky above the square like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

As soon as the words fell, the audience boiled again, with the discussion of new disciples, and more ridicule from old disciples, and so on.

"I'm coming!"

In a ring not far from Shi Mu and the others, there was a loud shout.

A figure in the crowd spread out its hands, rose to the ground like a big bird, turned in the air, and then landed firmly in the center of the ring.

"In Xia Kangyong, I want to challenge Senior Brother Jing Han, who is ranked 1342nd in the rankings!" said the figure after bowing to the B-level disciple who was acting as a referee in the ring.

The one thousand three hundred and forty-two can be regarded as the last among the old disciples, and everyone in the audience knew it in their hearts, and for a while, they exchanged their heads and ears, and the noise of discussion became louder again.

Shi Mu fixed his eyes and saw that this person's eyebrows were flying, his eyes were shining, his appearance was fierce and full of explosive power, and he was not a mediocre hand at first glance.

"Kang Yong? ”

Soon he remembered that this person was ranked twelfth among the new disciples yesterday, and he was proficient in a boxing technique called "Wind Cannon Nine Styles", not only punching like the wind, but also instantly explosive.

"Jing Hanke can come to fight! If you don't say three times, it will be regarded as abstaining!" The second-grade disciple in front of Kang Yong glanced at him slightly, and immediately shouted loudly below.

As soon as the words fell, a young man with a fierce face jumped out of the crowd, turned his head in mid-air, and stood firmly in front of Kang Yong, obviously shorter than the other party, looking at Kang Yong with an unkind face.

"Kang Yong, please ask senior brother for advice!" Kang Yong, who had a strong appearance, was originally not weak, but he was swept away by the fierce light in the other party's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little chill down his back, but then he arched his hand with a straight chest.

"Where is all this nonsense, let's do it!" the fierce young man glanced at him and said viciously.

When Kang Yong heard this, his face was full of blood, his feet were in the ring, his figure flashed, and he had already arrived behind the fierce young man, his right hand was blue, and a cyan fist shadow had blasted out.

The contempt in the young man's eyes flashed, and as soon as his body turned, the two of them had already come into contact with each other, and the blue and red light flashed and disappeared.

"Phew!"

With a muffled sound, Kang Yong flew out like a kite with a broken string, and was not caught until outside the ring, but at this time he had fainted with a pale face, obviously not lightly injured.

The fierce young man clapped his hands and walked out of the ring as if nothing had happened.

There was an uproar among the new disciples below.

Most of them didn't even see what they had just sent in an instant, and there were a few who were lucky, but they were completely out of their minds at the moment.

Shi Mu's face turned gloomy.

Although he stood a little farther away, he saw the scene just now.

Kang Yong's movements were indeed very fast, and his fist was only picked up by Jing Han when he was about to reach his body, but the opponent's true qi was much deeper, and under the opponent's violent fire attribute fist, he was directly shocked and flew out.

After the fierce young man went down, Yu Wei was still there, and the scene was cold again, and no one came to the stage for a while.

Just when Shi Mu was secretly reminiscing about the scene just now, not far ahead, Bai Shi flew into the ring with a long laugh, and he challenged Gong Chunpeng, who was ranked one thousand three hundred and forty-one.

Soon, a swarthy young man with an ordinary face appeared in front of him, and after the two saluted each other, the competition officially began.

As soon as Bai Shi came up, he took a violent attack, but seeing that his arms were bulging, the shadow of his fist bombarded towards the black-clothed young man, and the fist wind roared, faintly like a large piece of red light gushing out, and the scorching breath immediately spread, making everyone who was a little closer to the ring feel bursts of hot air rushing to their faces.

Shi Mu's eyes froze.

After Bai Shi joined the Lingzun Pavilion, the true qi in his body has increased a lot, and the Yang Gong has probably been cultivated to a higher level, and the Flame Fist has hidden red light, and it has also improved a lot.

The black-clothed young man in the ring had a calm face, his body remained motionless, and as soon as his right hand was raised, a pale blue palm shadow appeared in the sky, completely blocking Baishi's offensive.

Bai Shi's face flashed with a different color, his two arms were thick and thick out of thin air, and the shadow of the fist in the sky skyrocketed by three inches again, like a fiery air mass that instantly enveloped the black-clothed young man.

At this moment, the young man in black finally moved!

But seeing that his figure turned in place, a strange blue cyclone rose out of thin air, and immediately rushed out of a gap in the surrounding fist shadows, and at the same time, his body shook, turning into three black shadows and rushing towards the white stone.

Bai Shi only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the young man in black had arrived in front of him, and in shock, he instinctively retracted his chest with both hands to protect his chest and abdomen, and a blue and bright hand of strong gold and iron was imprinted.

"Bang!"

Mountains of potential are coming!

Shiraishi felt that his arms were numb, and the door immediately opened.

The black shadow under the black-clothed young man flashed, and his right leg was already on Bai Shi's chest like a spear, and as soon as he vomited his strength, Bai Shi's body shook, and he immediately flew out like a broken sack.

Under the ring, although Xiao Ming was horrified in his heart, he immediately jumped and took Bai Shi in mid-air, and the powerful force made him retreat three steps in a row after landing before it was completely resolved.

It's a long story, but it's just a moment.

Most of the new disciples below only saw Bai Shi just rushing up in the shadow of the fist in the sky, and the figure of the black-clothed young man flashed quickly, and Bai Shi was kicked away, and he couldn't help but be shocked and frightened, and his head was raised to his ears.

Bai Shi sat down cross-legged on the spot with Xiao Ming's support, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and his face gradually returned to normal.

"Brother Bai, are you okay?"

Shi Mu also walked over slowly at this time, glanced at the eye-catching footprints on Bai Shi's chest, and asked solemnly.

Bai Shi opened his eyes and looked at Shi Mu, shook his head with a wry smile.

At this moment, Shi Mu caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, Bai Shi and Xiao Ming seemed to have discovered something, and the three of them looked somewhere at the same time.

It turned out that in another ring more than a dozen feet away, Lan Feng had already selected her opponent, and standing opposite her was a beautiful woman in a pink dress.

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