When this thunderous sound sounded in the ears of many disciples on the field, the faces of these disciples suddenly changed, and they were extremely shocked, and even Tang Yao, who had always been quiet, showed a slightly shocked face. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Obviously, the reason is because of this thunderstorm.

Chen Liang, who was on the field, also felt the domineering power of this thunder, let go of the fists that were pinching this disciple, and quickly retreated.

Since ancient times, thunder has always had the reputation of lightning speed, and it is said that the speed of thunder is fast.

At the moment before Chen Liang could retreat, this thunder had already fallen in front of Chen Liang, and the moment the thunder fell to the ground, there was a roar like a landslide.

After this grand roar, a dense fog rose up on the field that was difficult to disperse, and the two disciples in this competition were difficult to see in this thick fog.

There was not a single sound in the thick fog, and the silence was like death, and the onlookers in the audience all looked at the dense fog in the field silently.

They didn't know what was going on in the fog, and they couldn't see it.

From the roar of the thunder falling to the ground, it could be seen that the power of this thunder was strong enough, and it should be the thunder descending technique summoned by this disciple with all his Xuan Qi, so Tang Yao looked at this dense fog that did not disperse, and his face was worried.

And Tang Yao, who was sitting on the side watching his every move on the field, had a smile on his face, he didn't care who won or lost, as long as it wasn't the final duel that determined the qualification of the inner door, he wouldn't care about Chen Liang's win or loss, just like in the thick fog on the field now, it was Chen Liang who came out or stood up at the end, and he wouldn't care about anything, because there was still a way to torture Chen Liang.

If it wasn't Chen Liang who came out or stood up last in this thick fog, but that disciple, then the ugly duckling who could just let Chen Liang enter the inner door dream ended here.

Everyone's eyes have been staring at this thick fog that has not dispersed for a long time, for fear that a figure will come out in the next blink of an eye.

A long time has passed, and there is still a little quiet on and off the field, and at this time, a figure finally came out of this thick fog.

Seeing this figure coming out of the thick fog, Han Weizhi still had a smile on his face, just as he thought, no matter who came out, he wouldn't care about it at present.

And when Tang Yao saw this figure, his face became a little ugly, because the figure that came out did not belong to Chen Liang.

After these disciples in the audience saw this figure, they had already determined the final result of this duel in their hearts, and the winner was naturally the figure that came out now, and when they thought of the losing side, many disciples felt silent regret in their hearts for the terrifying and somewhat perverted disciple.

In just one day yesterday, the disciple with the brand name 1220 brought them a lot of indelible shocks, and many disciples had already turned fans of this disciple passers-by.

Some people are worried, some people regret it, and some people have no intention.

At this time, the disciple who came out of the dense fog was covered in dirt, and his hair was like a mess of straw, obviously chopped by the thunder he had summoned.

His body was not as tall and straight as before, and now he was almost hunched over, his breath was weak, and his face was painful, I don't know if it was because of the hands that were pinched before the thunder, or because of the power after the thunder.

Under the eyes of the early spring, he stood there like a monster, not far from the fog.

Han Weizhi looked at a disciple who was in charge of a few seconds, signaling that it was time to proceed for a few seconds.

The disciple of the Ancient Sect nodded, and then his voice sounded loudly in this square.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

……

If Chen Liang didn't come out of the dense fog within ten seconds, then the winner of this duel would be the disciple who came out of the dense fog, and Chen Liang's dream path to the inner door and New Year's wish would end here.

It had already reached seven in a few seconds, and at this time, the disciple who was standing there like a monster bowed his body slightly raised, and the face under the dirty hair finally showed a proud smile.

He won, and the thunder that he summoned at the cost of all the remaining Xuan Qi in the Xuan Mansion finally won the game himself, and he could go further on the road to the inner gate.

He was going to get in, and he was finally able to get in, so he smiled, smiling proudly after a soon-to-end but difficult showdown.

And Tang Yao's face under the field has changed from worry to gloomy, although the thunder is extremely powerful, but he doesn't believe that Chen Liang can only come here, if this thunder bombards in front of other disciples, Tang Yao will not believe that there will be disciples who will come out, but if it is for Chen Liang, who is only the third realm, he firmly believes that Chen Liang can come out.

After a few seconds, the disciple's proud smile became more and more intense, and Tang Yao's face became more and more gloomy.

"Nine!"

The voice fell, and the disciple, who was still bowing slightly just now, gritted his teeth and stood firm and straight despite the pain in his body, he wanted to assume a victorious posture.

However, while he was waiting for the tenth second of the voice to fall, the tenth second was slow to shout.

He looked at the disciple who was in charge for a few seconds with a puzzled expression, and from the direction of that face he looked at the thick fog, and then his face was full of incredulity.

A man slowly came out of the thick fog.

The same ragged clothes, the same bent body because of the thunderstorm.

It's Chen Liang!

Seeing this figure, Tang Yao's face finally dispersed gloomily, and there was even a hint of a happy smile after being suppressed.

And many disciples in the audience let out cheers after seeing this figure come out.

Chen Liang walked out of the dense fog, out of the dense fog, this somewhat crooked body stopped, stretched out his finger, pointed to the disciple who was already full of surprise at this time, and then said loudly.

"It's not over yet!"

Han Weizhi looked at this scene, and there was a hint of another smile on his smiling face.

And the cheers of these disciples below were even louder and more joyful.

Chen Liang bowed his body and rushed towards the disciple, his steps were a little messy, but he still didn't stop because of this.

Rushing in front of this disciple, Chen Liang punched him, and after the disciple blocked a punch, he lost his strength, and after Chen Liang's several punches, he fell to the ground with a bang.

When this disciple fell to the ground, many disciples below had already begun to speak for the disciple who had been counting seconds.

Chen Liang, on the other hand, withdrew his fist, bowed down, and looked up at the early spring sun.

It should be because he had spent time in that gloomy room, so after coming out of there, Chen Liang liked the bright sunlight very much.

When the disciple counted to eight seconds with many disciples in the field, the disciple who fell to the ground still wanted to struggle to get up, but he was only weak, and after struggling to no avail, he lay on the ground weakly.

Ten seconds fell, and the winner was clearly divided.

In the cheers of the audience, Chen Liang walked down from the field.

The disciple who was lying on the ground was carried out.

Han Weizhi looked at the figure that was bowing down, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger.