The top four are Wu Ming, the "Martial Sect", the "Qingfeng Faction" Mu Zi, and the "Daomen" Ling Ling and Lin Peng.

Lin Peng and the two looked at the white curtain, waiting for the results of the lottery, thinking that they would continue to draw lots, and they would face off in pairs, but at this time, the old man appeared in the ring again.

He still looked around first, and then spoke: "The top four of the 'Green Dragon List' have been produced, in order to increase the enjoyment, below, we will start a round-robin battle to select the top three based on the performance in the battle." ”

He continued: "Because there are two disciples of the 'Dao Gate' who have advanced, first, arrange for these two to have a duel, and then the 'Qingfeng Faction' Mu Zi will fight against the 'Martial Sect' Wu Ying, and after the two games are over, they will be exchanged in pairs. Without further ado, let's start competing. ”

With that, he waved his hand, and Ling Ling and Lin Peng appeared in the ring.

His old man was just about to leave, and Lin Peng suddenly felt: "I admit defeat......"

The old man frowned and said, "You can think about it, admitting defeat will deduct points, which will affect your later ratings." ”

Lin Peng nodded and said, "No problem, it's better than being too familiar with it." ”

The old man hurriedly said, "It's better to think of it as a competition between fellow disciples, what do you think?"

Lin Peng hurriedly said: "We are Taoist couples, so we ......"

The old man suddenly realized, and hurriedly said: "Look at my brain, I actually forgot this stubble, then okay, it will be judged that you have lost, okay, you two go back to rest first, and prepare for the next round of competition." ”

Lin Peng nodded, walked over, and took Ling Ling's hand.

After a while, the clouds and mist shrouded, and the two returned to the stands of the "Daomen".

Bai Mingzi spoke: "In the following two duels, as long as you do your best, it will be good because there are four people who go to participate in the 'conference list'." ”

Lin Peng hurriedly asked, "Lao Bai, what's wrong with you, I'm afraid we won't be able to hit the top spot?"

Bai Mingzi waved his hand and said, "That's not it, I want to make it easier for you, after all, this kind of achievement is enough for Daomen." ”

Lin Peng laughed and said, "Isn't it better to be better?"

Bai Mingzi pondered for a while and said, "It's okay, who doesn't want better." ”

Saying that, in the ring over there, another competition has already begun, fists and feet against the three-foot Qingfeng.

The gong sounded, and the two of them shot without scruples, at this time, no one would have reservations, otherwise they would be irresponsible to themselves and the sect.

Lin Peng carefully looked at the moves of the two, Mu Zi's body was vigorous, and his swordsmanship was smooth. Wu Ying's fist is strong, his palm is thick, and his fingering is skillful.

One is rigid and the other is soft, the two are evenly matched, and it seems that it is to see who can make a more effective attack.

Mu Zi released a sword intent to assist the attack, and Wu Ying also used the blessing of battle intent, and for a while, the two of them came and went, and the moves were fully revealed.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour, half an hour, the two were still fighting, when the old man appeared in the middle of the field, called a halt to the game, and decided that the two were tied.

Lin Peng was shocked in his heart, in this way, he, the person who lost, was passive, on the contrary, the biggest winner now was Ling Ling.

The two were given two quarters of an hour to rest, and the game resumed.

The leader chooses the opponent, and the elf knows that Lin Peng has been paying attention to Mu Zi, so she took the initiative to choose Wu Ying of "Wu Zong".

Seeing this, Lin Peng hurriedly looked at Bai Mo, who suddenly became silent on the side, and said, "Bai Daxia, it's time for you to play." ”

Yan Qing hurriedly asked, "Brother, what about me?"

Lin Peng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Of course you went with me, but this time, you are a bystander, because this is Xiaobai's battle." ”

Yan Qing nodded, he looked at Bai Mo and clenched his fists to cheer him up.

Bai Mo smiled slightly, nodded, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the ring.

In the ring, Ling Ling and Wu Ying were already fighting together after the gong sounded.

Ling Ling didn't bring Yue'er and Xiao Yuan, after all, the opponent used flesh and blood, and she felt that this was the real fairness. Some people may think that she is a female abort, and give her some relaxation policies and take care of her, but in her opinion, all this is unnecessary, everything is about trying. Women are only congenitally weaker than men, and this does not mean that they can catch up with them through acquired efforts. There are no weak people in the world, only waste who do not work hard, whether male or female.

She is in the martial arts path, and she has a talent beyond ordinary people, but she does not regard this talent as her capital, she works hard because she wants to prove that even if she is a woman, she can be just as good.

The gong sounded, and the two rushed out.

The two fought together in the most direct way, between their fists and feet, swallowing mountains and rivers, tiger steps, and a kind of pleasure of fists to the flesh.

Wu Ying's "Wu Zong" moves are frequent, fingering, boxing, hooking, and palm techniques emerge in endlessly.

Ling Ling didn't have a fixed move, and responded with the most comfortable moves, and he couldn't see the number of paths, and there was no number of paths to speak of. Sometimes with fingers hanging palms, sometimes with hook with punches, the footsteps are also supplemented by the pace of the wind, changing at will, sometimes kicking sideways, sometimes swinging.

Wu Ying originally thought that the "Martial Sect" technique was unique, but today, seeing Ling Ling's attack in such a disorderly manner, he was a little suspicious, whether it was the move that was important or the actual combat that was important, and the result was obvious.

At a certain moment, Wu Ying caught Ling Ling's gap, and at the moment when Ling Ling took out his palm, she attacked his abdomen sideways, but unexpectedly, this was deliberately done by her. I saw her rush out with a strange figure, and a side kick hit Wu Ying's left ribs.

Wu Ying stepped back in an instant, and was about to fall to the ground, only to see him slap his palm behind him, and then stop there with a reaction force.

He looked at Ling Ling from afar, and he was jealous in his heart, he had never fought with her for a strong exercise, because he had seen the fist techniques used by the three people of the "Dao Gate", according to the judgment of the "Martial Sect" sect master, the destructive power of the attack was above all the exercises of the "Martial Sect", so he had told a few people not to fight this skill, and to avoid it, after all, the three people of the "Divine Machine Gate" were all invalid because of this. So starting from the sound of the gong, he has not used any strong exercises, only using the most basic exercises to compete, but he didn't expect that Ling Ling's basic exercises are also very solid, and the two battles should be equal, but the result made him cry out in surprise, Ling Ling is not confined to moves, but sees the moves, and finds your gap during this period and counterattacks.

In this way, Ling Ling had the upper hand, and he also had the tendency to become more and more courageous.

After fighting like this for two quarters of an hour, the old man appeared again, and according to his performance, Ling Ling was determined to be the winner, and Wu Ying also gladly accepted this, because he knew in his heart that in terms of exercises, he was indeed inferior to the girl in front of him, in fact, he had already lost.

Ling Ling smiled slightly, bowed his hand, and the clouds appeared, and the two disappeared into the ring in an instant.

At this time, Lin Peng, Bai Mo, and Yan Qing were already in full battle.

After a brief farewell to Ling Ling, the three of them appeared in the field.

The whole audience was looking at this young man, because everyone could see that this young man had two machine spirits, one wisdom and one strength.

Even Mu Zi, who was about to fight, was also surprised, he knew how difficult it was to get machine spirits, and this Lin Peng had two, and they were also the strongest two clans in the machine spirit world.

Lin Peng looked at Na Mu Zi and said, "Why don't we be an audience?"

Na Mu Zi hugged the sword and replied, "What do you mean?"

Lin Peng turned his eyes to look at Bai Mo and said, "My Xiaobai wants to have a competition with the machine spirits of his clan. ”

Na Mu Zi asked in some surprise: "Machine spirits should be fused with weapons, you keep them like pets, don't you think it's too important to take them seriously?"

Lin Peng laughed and said, "You are wrong, they are not my pets, they are my family, my brothers." ”

Na Mu Zi frowned and said, "What did you say? Your family? Your brothers? Brother, you are not mistaken, they are machine spirits. ”

Lin Peng smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter what they are, what they are in your heart is important." ”

Na Mu Zi shook his head, and then said: "Whatever you want, everyone has their own ambitions, let's say, how to test the method?"

Lin Peng said: "Let him out, have a fair fight with my Xiaobai, no matter what the result is, it will be counted as our test results, what do you think?"

Na Mu Zi pondered for a while and said, "Yes." ”