At the moment when Murong Pei's body flew up, the people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim "oops". The pretty faces of Murong Wenyao's mother and daughter suddenly turned pale, and a heart rose to their throats.

At this moment, a figure flickered and swept into the air. I saw that he gently supported Murong Pei's back with one hand, and then landed lightly, and the power of Murong Pei's fall disappeared into invisibility in his palm.

This seemingly simple "one support" and "one fall" actually hides a wonderful light work and strong internal force. No wonder Zhuge Feiyang, Yue Buxi and the others nodded straight and cast approving glances at Wen Jun.

After waking up, the audience suddenly erupted in thunderous applause.

Hong Jinbao walked off the stage, and looked at Wen Jun's delicate face hatefully, eager to tear this little white face who didn't know the height of the sky!

This applause originally belonged to him, but now it has been robbed of his limelight by this guy!

In his opinion, this kind of thing is tantamount to "taking his wife and killing his parents", and it is not a common thing!

Murong Pei was splashed with his own blood, his jaw was crooked to the side, and his delicate face was distorted to the point that it was not human, but like a monster, extremely hideous.

Wen Jun pinched between his upper and lower jaws with one hand, and after a gentle "click", his face immediately returned to its normal shape.

He moved his mouth up and down, left and right a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood fiercely, bared his teeth and grinned: "Xiaojun, if you touch Hong Jinbao, you must beat him hard." ”

Wen Jun said with a smile: "Second brother, there are wins and losses in the competition, your mentality is not good." ”

Murong Pei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again, and said stupidly: "This guy is too heavy." ”

Wen Jun nodded and said, "Okay, I hope God bless him and don't run into me." ”

At this time, Zhuge Feiyang announced the list of players for the next competition: "...... In the fourth group, Wen Jun is long against Xuan Zhen. ”

Qin He, Murong Pei, and Wen Jun were all stunned, it was really called "It's not that enemies don't get together"!

Remembering that the three brothers had not fought him last time, Qin He frowned, and couldn't help but be a little worried for Wen Jun, and said with concern: "Xiaojun, are you sure?" ”

Although he had a little knot in his heart for Wen Jun because of Murong's gentleness, at this moment, his concern for his brother was inadvertently revealed.

Wen Jun smiled indifferently: "Big brother, don't worry about me." Look at me. After saying that, he flew into the boxing ring.

On the referee's seat, Yang Shanyue gloated and smiled: "Fengyi Zhenren, I heard that Xuanzhen Daoist is an outstanding figure in your Wudang faction?" ”

Feng Yi Zhenren stroked the slender silver beard under his chin, and said: "Xuan Zhen has been practicing diligently all these years, and he has been promoted to the rank of grandmaster unconsciously. ”

Grandmaster? Yue Buxi, Qin Haoran, Yang Shanyue and the others present were so shocked that they almost jumped up! Their strength is only at the peak of the grandmaster, if what Fengyi Zhenren said is true, then the Xuanzhen Daoist already has the strength to fight against them.

Yang Shanyue glanced at Qin Haoran, who was a few seats away, and sighed: "Hey, Master Qin, the luck of the disciple is really back home." ”

Qin Haoran's apprentice Murong Pei had just been eliminated, and now that Wen Jun had met the grandmaster-level Xuanzhen Dao Master, it was no wonder that he would say this.

Cat Crying Mouse - False Compassion! Qin Haoran secretly scolded in his heart, you wish that all the people of my "Qin Wumen" were eliminated! He smiled indifferently and said, "Master Yang, why don't you say that it is the bad luck of the Xuanzhen Daoist?" ”

Yang Shanyue joked: "Oh, I didn't expect that Master Qin was full of confidence." Could it be that the cultivation of the Lingtu has also reached the grandmaster level? ”

Qin Haoran said with a smile: "The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and throughout the previous martial arts competitions, there is no shortage of weak people who defeat the strong. ”

Feng Yi Zhenren nodded and said, "Master Qin is reasonable. ”

On the boxing ring, Xuan Zhendao raised the dust in his hand, and said easily: "Compared with half a year ago, your strength has grown a lot." ”

Wen Jun touched the bridge of his straight nose and said with a faint smile: "It's okay." Are you a little scared? ”

Wen Jun's words made Xuan Zhen Dao Chang laugh dumbly, what are you kidding? With your strength, I'll be afraid of you? He ridiculed: "It's good for young people to be confident, but arrogance is ridiculous and generous!" ”

Wen Jun smiled: "It's not certain who laughs." ”

Xuan Zhen smiled and said disapplausively: "Hehe, it's not good to be too arrogant, let me weigh how many catties and taels you have!" ”

Wen Jun smiled: "I'm afraid you don't have that big name in your hand yet!" ”

The dust in the hands of Xuan Zhen Lao Dao was raised, and his figure flashed, and the person had lost his trace, as if he had melted into the wind.

Wen Jun remained silent, and slapped his fist to the left, his fist piercing the silent air, making a terrifying tearing sound.

The majestic momentum emanating from Xuan Zhen Lao Dao's body used the "Taixuan Divine Claw", and one after another fingers shrouded Wen Jun from all directions, sneering, and his own figure still did not appear.

"Compare with me? I haven't been afraid of anyone yet! As he spoke, Wen Jun's figure also disappeared, and dozens of afterimages came out one after another.

Smack, bang, bang!

On the table, only fist shadows and finger clashes can be seen, and the figures of the two can only be seen because the speed is too fast and too weird.

"It's so weird, Master Qin, I didn't expect this apprentice to be so powerful, and his strength was obviously hidden in front." Fengyi Zhenren couldn't help but say.

Yang Shanyue said with a suspicious face: "Xuanzhen Dao Leader shouldn't have moved his real character!" ”

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao is now completely shocked. He has fought with Wen Jun, and he still knows some details about the other party. I didn't think he could compete with himself! Could it be that he hid his strength before?

"Thunder Shock!" Xuan Zhen Lao Dao pointed out with a claw, and the void was full of fingers, and the fingers cracked the air, and the sound of sneering was endless.

Puff puff......

Wen Jun's figure was broken down and scattered at once, but it was an afterimage.

"Your light work is no more than Er'er." Wen Jun's voice came from behind Xuan Zhen Old Road.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao was annoyed and angry, his body was like a whirlwind, spinning violently, and countless Dao fingers shot in all directions, and some of the fingers pierced the stone pillars on the edge of the boxing ring.

Wen Jun's eyes were sharp, his body flashed, shuttling between countless Dao fingers, these fingers were not launched at the same time, there were always front and back, fast and slow, with strong body control ability and speed, Wen Jun entered and entered the room without interruption, saw the stitches, and shook five steps in front of Xuanzhen Lao Dao.

"How is it possible, you can't hit him like this."

Including Zhuge Feiyang, Yang Shanyue, Abbot Shanqing and others, the eyes of the entire boxing gym were attracted to the boxing ring on Wen Jun's side, their eyes were wide open, they didn't dare to come out, and their mouths opened slightly.