The second round of the yellow group turned out to be so famous, the news of the two captains duel and agreed that the loser would withdraw immediately spread throughout the arena, and Ji Fengyu, who was still supervising the game in the ring elsewhere, hurriedly inquired: "Boy, are you crazy? Play so big, what if you lose?" I have already bet on everything!"

Tang Lang smiled slightly: "Mentor, I originally just wanted to make some money and help the academy get a better ranking by the way!" But I have changed my mind now, and I want everyone to know what will happen if I annoy me Tang Lang!"

No matter how Ji Fengyu persuaded him, Tang Lang had no remorse, and finally Ji Fengyu was so angry that he walked away, and the rest of the team members had never seen Tang Lang so tough, and they all understood his intentions, and they were both moved and worried, after all, except for Li Xinjue and Zhao Feiyu, the rest of the people still thought that he was injured.

The arbitration quickly rushed back, Dongfang Shun and Zhao Tianze had agreed to change the competition system, Tang Lang and Zhuo Hai signed a change document to confirm, and walked to the ring together, ready to start the big battle.

"Boy, for the sake of your cooperation, I won't knock you out of the ring with one punch, and I won't let you lose too ugly, after all, this is your last match!" Zhuo Hai was still arrogant, and he was about to taunt Tang Lang as soon as he opened his mouth.

Tang Lang didn't pay attention to him, but went to the edge of the ring to select blades, the Royal Academy prepared all standard weapons, there was no short blade he liked, so he simply walked into the ring empty-handed.

Zhuo Hai showed a gloating expression, re-selected a heavy iron axe to resist on his shoulder, and walked into the ring from the other side.

"The third battle of the second round of the yellow group ring, Jin Tao vs. Canglei, one-on-one start!" saw the two of them present and immediately announced the start.

Zhuo Hai seems to be rough, but in fact he is scheming, and he did not use the previous fierce martial arts, but used a beginner martial art - Ghost Shadow Strike. This martial art is originally a sword technique, characterized by endless moves, as if haunted by ghosts, if you can't break through, you will fall deeper and deeper, and consume spiritual power in vain.

Zhuo Hai used the axe as a knife to use the ghost shadow attack, that is, relying on his cultivation to be much higher than Tang Lang, exhausting the opponent's spiritual power in a grappling way, and finally letting him dispose of it, in addition, he was also worried that Tang Lang was so fearless to fight against him, it must be all the battle, so he was extremely cautious, and the move was also a dip and go.

Tang Lang couldn't see the opponent's intentions, but how could the other party know that his spiritual vortex had been heavily compressed, and the degree of condensation could be comparable to that of a five-rank martial artist.

But he didn't intend to spare Zhuo Hai, he had to defeat him with the power of Thunder, and it was best to leave a deep lesson or even a shadow on the other party, so that he would take a detour when he heard that Canglei Academy.

"It's not embarrassing to take out these pediatric things to show ugliness? After all, you have the name of the captain of Jintao Academy on your head, it's too weak!" Tang Lang deliberately mocked the other party to see if he could provoke him to fight against himself.

Zhuo Hai was not fooled: "As I said just now, I will save some face for you and let you stay in the ring for a while!"

"Okay, then I'm going to make a trick!" Tang Lang didn't want to talk nonsense, so he directly used the Cang Demon Angry Slash, and two three-foot-long swords came out in an instant, so frightened that Zhuo Hai hurriedly jumped backwards.

"Oh, how did you escape? Isn't it a lot of shouting, scared away by a few random swords from me, giving you one last chance to admit defeat and beg for mercy!" Tang Lang returned the other party's original words.

Zhuo Hai was a little apprehensive in his heart: Isn't it rumored that this kid was injured during the martial arts competition with Pang Jiamu, why does he look so fierce now, and the power of his sword is definitely not a beginner-level martial art, is it actually a middle-level martial art......

The thoughts in his heart turned sharply, and the moves in his distracted kung fu hands became more and more messy, and he actually showed a sign of defeat, Tang Lang took advantage of the situation and refused, and the two swords continued to whizz past the opponent, and the situation was very good!

"Cang Lei's students this year have a few good seedlings! Just now, even the emperor was tempted to recruit you, and now someone has learned the martial arts left by Xi Xingjian!" Dongfang Shun in the stands also set his eyes on the Huang Group ring, and immediately recognized the origin of Tang Lang's martial arts, and praised it casually.

Zhao Tianze stroked his beard and said: "Canglei has a long history, but it has declined in recent years, but the heritage still exists, once there is a chance, maybe it will return to the peak and become a pillar of Tianqing!"

After all, time has passed, and now it is up to the students of the Royal Academy to contribute to Tianqing, such as the prince of Huahan, who is enough to take on a great responsibility. Dongfang Shun did not agree with the emperor's point of view, and the two of them kept silent here.

Zhuo Hai in the ring didn't dare to be distracted, his moves changed, and he once again turned into a fire man and fought with Tang Lang, and his arms after the blessing of the flames were on par with Tang Lang's sword, and he quickly regained his disadvantage, and his confidence soared: "Hmph, see how long you can hold on, the spiritual power of the apprentice is fundamentally different from that of a martial artist!"

Tang Lang didn't answer, his hands increased at the same time, the sword mangs stretched out two feet again, the color became blue, the cold knife intent spread from it, and the flames on the surface of Zhuo Hai's body were suppressed, and there was a tendency to extinguish.

Zhuo Hai was panicked in his heart, the other party's martial arts actually contained a lot of restraint on him, this was the first time he had encountered it since he had cultivated the Foehn Fire Axe to Dacheng, his arms began to be a little numb, and he felt a chill.

"No, I can't be defeated like this, let alone withdraw because of this, I want to lead the academy to the quarterfinals, or even the semifinals, and I will never ......" Zhuo Hai kept roaring in his heart, his eyes became more and more crazy, desperately trying to grab spiritual power from the five white spirit vortexes in the dantian, and the firelight was once again flourishing, and even turned from red to black.

"It's not good, Zhuo Hai's spiritual power is rampant, if you are not careful, you will go crazy and endanger your life! You must stop quickly, we Jin Tao admit defeat in this game!" The doctor accompanying the team of Jin Tao Academy shouted, and was about to run to the ring to stop the game, but was stopped by the arbitrator.

"No one is allowed to interfere with the game!

No matter how Dr. Jin Tao explained the plea, the arbitration only said: "As long as the players on the stage do not take the initiative to admit defeat or fall unconscious, the game will continue!"

Zhuo Hai's mutation, Tang Lang felt it the most, the opponent's flame strengthened again, and the saddest thing was that the opponent became crazy, and he didn't dodge his own sword, all of them were fighting with injuries for injuries, and his eyes exuded a beast-like light, eager to pounce on him and tear himself apart and devour him.

"Damn, Lao Tzu just wants to beat you up, and he doesn't have any deep hatred, so he can fight like this!" Tang Lang complained in his heart, and made his moves more cautiously, not letting the other party get close to him, so as not to be attacked by his violent attack.

Zhuo Hai's voice had become hoarse, but he couldn't help sneering: "Now I know that I'm afraid, it's too late, I want you to die!"

His figure was more than six feet high, coupled with the flames, his expression was hideous, and the whole person was like a demon god crawling out of the ground, roaring in the sky, while constantly waving his arms, waving red and black flames, burning dark scorch marks on the surface of the ring.

Tang Lang kept dodging around, and the anger in his heart grew: "Grandma, why can't you put on a comfortable position and let me beat me up! If you want to make Lao Tzu angry, then don't blame me for making a big move!"

Tang Lang has never had a chance to test it since he fought Pang Jiamu last time and deduced the "Thunder Dragon Palm" to a higher and deeper realm, but he intuitively felt that the power of this martial art had increased greatly, and now he was annoyed and angry, and he was attacking Zhuo Hai with all his might.

Tang Lang felt that his arms had turned into a monster, sucking all the spiritual power in his body, and before he could do any control, he erupted from his fists, and a wind dragon came out of his arms, opening his teeth and claws, exhaling into clouds, the scales on his body kept flashing thunder, feeling the hostility from Zhuo Hai, and as soon as he flicked the dragon's tail, he pounced on the other party.

Zhuo Hai's eyes flickered, and the whole person was surrounded by the wind dragon, and the flames on the surface of his body suddenly turned strong under the urging of the wind, and he burned from the outside to the inside, and the disgusting smell of burnt skin and flesh came out in an instant, and at the same time he let out a burst of screams: "It's so hot and painful, I admit defeat, I admit defeat......"

The feeling that the wind dragon gave Tang Lang was very wonderful, as if he had separated a part of his consciousness into the body of the wind dragon, and he could see every move clearly, just now it was just a thought, the wind dragon had already surrounded Zhuo Hai, and he breathed at will, and then blew the flames controlled by the other party into his body, and easily won the game.

Hearing Zhuo Hai admit defeat, Tang Lang's heart moved, the wind dragon let go of his body and rushed into the sky, overlooking the entire arena from top to bottom, and the dragon power that involuntarily exuded made everyone in the arena look up and watch, even the other three groups of rings that were fighting.

"It's ...... No, the Thunder Dragon Palm doesn't have such great power, could this kid have already penetrated the thunder of Xi Xingjian's thunder explosion? If that's the case, he will definitely become a hidden danger to the Royal Academy and Prince Huahan!"

Dongfang Shun was not happy on the surface, but he was actually shocked in his heart, the most powerful inheritance of Canglei Academy was the final-level martial art Canglei Explosion left by the first dean, and no one could match it at that time, if it weren't for so many years that no one could comprehend it, Canglei would not have declined to such a point.

Without the support of Tang Lang's spiritual power, the wind dragon let out a deafening dragon groan and then dissipated into the air, and the entire arena was silent, only Zhuo Hai let out a painful groan......

Tang Lang touched his nose, looked at Zhuo Hai, who was dying on the ground and had been burned to charcoal, and sighed: "It seems to have made things bigger again! I knew that this thunder dragon palm evolved so well, how could I wait until the top eight to use it, impulsive, impulsive again!"

The arbitrator stepped forward to briefly check Zhuo Hai's injury, looked at Tang Lang with a little fear in his eyes, and finally announced: "In the third game of the second round of the yellow group, Cang Lei wins one game and accumulates one point!"

Cang Lei, who has always been weak, actually counterattacked and defeated Jintao Academy, the strongest in the yellow group, and jumped to the first place in the group!