This time, Zhang Hu and Ye Fan were the only two who went through the back door.

Although it didn't matter, it was deliberately shouted out by the registrar, and naturally became the target of many masters.

Especially Ye Fan, he was so unlucky, he was in the same group as the three top masters, and he was already out of the game without a doubt.

"Only the top three in each group can advance, so Ling Zhennan and the three of them must go all out, any opponent will be beaten by them, and the Chenlong group will definitely be bloody."

This is a fact that everyone agrees on.

And the rest of the Chenlong group all wanted to cry without tears, they gathered around the ring and sighed, and they lost their fighting spirit before the fight started.

Of course, there is one exception, and that person is naturally Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stood with more than twenty people, looking at the top master not far away—Ling Zhennan.

Ling Zhennan is dressed in gorgeous clothes, looks handsome, and has the temperament of a noble son, but he is not stubborn, he is cold and calm, like a pine tree.

As for Xu Mingxuan, he is a little obscene little fat man, but he is enthusiastic, laughing with the masters of the Chenlong group, and seems to be harmless to humans and animals.

And Ying Muhe is the most arrogant of the three, he has a pair of eagle eyes, like an eagle in the northern grassland, and the whole person is as sharp as a sword.

"Yes, Ling Zhennan has a lot of internal strength, and he takes the road of opening and closing. Although Xu Mingjian is short, his legs are extremely long, and he practices flexible leg skills. Ying Muhe's arms are green and tendony, his nails are very long, like eagle claws, and he is good at the vicious eagle claw skills. “

Ye Fan had a general understanding in his heart, so he didn't look at it much.

It's not that he looks down on the three masters, but that the cultivators are naturally more high-end than the martial arts cultivators, and at the root, the cultivators have already crushed the martial arts cultivators.

Ye Fan was very casual, but the rest of the people looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, laughing twice from time to time. People who practice martial arts also like to fall into the well.

The grouping continued, Zhang Hu was assigned to the Maotu group, and the game was a few days later.

One group after another, Chenlong, Yinhu, Wuma, Maotu, Zi Rat, Shen Monkey, Wei Yang, and Wu Dog, a total of eight groups, each group has 20 people, a total of 116 people.

These one hundred and sixteen people are all masters of the masters, but the vast majority of them will be eliminated.

After the grouping was completed, the president of the Martial Arts Association appeared.

It was a balding old man with wrinkled cheeks like a smiling Buddha. He was dressed in a simple Tang costume, and with more than a dozen big figures of the martial arts club, he spoke to the contestants on the second floor.

Ye Fan looked up and showed a rare look of surprise.

The bald president didn't have the slightest aura, and his internal strength made people unable to see the depth. He didn't know where he was more powerful than Liu Lao.

"He's the only one here who is a master, and if I don't use all my strength, I'm not necessarily his opponent." Ye Fan analyzed it and was not very satisfied with his strength.

"We still have to speed up the progress of dual cultivation, the Qi refining period is still too weak." Ye Fan secretly wondered, if anyone knew that he was dissatisfied because he couldn't crush the president, his jaw would drop in shock.

The president of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Association is named Nangong Shan, known as Mr. Nangong, he was originally a martial arts master in the north, and he fought all over the invincible opponents in the north, and later went south to kick the gym, and was defeated by the mysterious master of the south.

Nangong Shan is an awe-inspiring and admirable martial arts senior. At this time, Nangong Shan spoke, and everyone looked at him respectfully.

"The annual Jiangzhou Martial Arts Meeting has started again, my old man doesn't have much nonsense, the internal strength cheats and golden lingzhi are waiting for you to get them, let's start."

Nangong Shan finished smiling, and he didn't know where a huge drum sounded, like a battlefield.

Suddenly, everyone's emotions were mobilized, a row of referees entered one after another, and the game of the Chenlong group was about to begin.

The masters all went to the audience to sit and watch the game of the Chenlong group. This group of death started first and attracted everyone's attention.

On the second floor, Liu Ranran looked down at the ring below and quietly locked on to Ye Fan.

Steward Cai smiled bitterly in the back: "Mr. Ye is really unlucky, he is in a group with three top masters." ”

Steward Cai didn't know Ye Fan's true strength, and even said that Liu Ranran and Liu Lao didn't understand. However, Liu Ranran still has a lot of confidence in Ye Fan.

"It's just a play-in competition, Ye Fan can win." Liu Ranran whispered and didn't say more.

Below, two referees went to the ring and began to read out the order of the game.

"In the first game, Zheng Daming will play against Ye Fan."

"In the second game, Lin Xiao will play against Ye Fan."

……

"In the fifth game, Ling Zhennan will play against Ye Fan."

There was an uproar in the field, because five consecutive games were all played by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan himself was stunned, can it still be like this? The audience burst into laughter after being stunned.

"No one is lucky, there was a guy who played three games in a row last year I thought it was the worst, but I didn't expect this Ye Fan to play five games in a row, and there was Ling Zhennan among the opponents."

"Haha, the heavens are targeting Ye Fan, this guy is finished."

On the second floor, Liu Ranran frowned: "What kind of rule is this?" ”

"Twenty people are randomly assigned to the game, and each game is drawn from two out of twenty people, so there is still a probability of five games in a row, Mr. Ye is really ...... It's bloody. Steward Cai smiled bitterly, Liu Ranran glanced coldly at Jiang Ji, a short and fat official next to the ring, and didn't say much.

Soon, the referee has finished reading, everyone has to play five games, this is the first round of screening, those who lose three games will be out, and the winner will enter the second round of screening.

Ye Fan played.

He stood in the ring with ease, but he was a little depressed inside. Naturally, he was depressed not because he wanted to play five games in a row, but because he had become the focus of attention again.

Ye Fan, who became the focus, was stared at by everyone with a strange smile.

His first opponent, Zheng Daming, was also laughing strangely, and he couldn't help but gloat.

Ye Fan looked at him: "Don't laugh big brother, let's do it." ”

Zheng Daming coughed, and when the referee gave an order, he attacked directly, and then he flew out.

Attack, punch, fly upside down, all in one go.

Because it happened so suddenly, the venue was quiet for a while.

However, everyone was not too shocked, because Zheng Daming was not a powerful person, and there were many people who could punch him away.

"This Ye Fan is good, it seems that he wants to save his physical strength, so he goes all out directly, so that he doesn't have to die of exhaustion."

Everyone gave Ye Fan a little applause, and on the second floor, Nangong Mountain and his party looked at each other and smiled.

"This year's young people are quite short-tempered, and they don't give face to their opponents at all."

Under the watchful eye, Ye Fan's second opponent came on the court, and then he was also punched away.

The reaction of the crowd was still mediocre, and they were all waiting for the fifth game.

In four games in a row, Ye Fan solved them all with one punch, and it was too fast.

And in the fifth game, Ling Zhennan finally came to power.

As soon as he took the stage, the atmosphere in the stadium was different, and many people stood up and applauded him, on the one hand, admiring him, and on the other hand, a little stammering.

Ling Zhennan was even more paralyzed than Ye Fan, he stood in the ring, didn't look at Ye Fan, just waited for the referee to announce the start.

His temples are bulging, his heroic face is indifferent, and his aura is very powerful, and the surging internal strength in his body is terrifying.

Nangong Shan and his entourage couldn't help but nod their heads in admiration: "The kid of the Ling family is indeed extraordinary, he has good talent, he is willing to work hard, and in time he will definitely become the number one martial arts master in the south." ”

The audience below also became hot: "How can Ye Fan solve it with one punch this time?" It's his turn to be solved with a punch! ”

No one is optimistic about Ye Fan at all.

Soon, the referee announced the start.

Ling Zhennan didn't move, he didn't look up, he just hooked his finger at Ye Fan.

This is obvious disdain.

Everyone in the audience immediately applauded, Ye Fan's opponents just now were the first to move, this time Ling Zhennan asked Ye Fan to make the first move, saying that he wanted to punch Ye Fan.

"Come on, Ye Fan, enjoy Ling Zhennan's fist!"

"Let you hold it up, don't give face to others, and now Ling Zhennan won't give you face, come down by yourself."

Everyone ridiculed, and Ye Fan sighed twice.

He didn't speak, and slowly walked towards Ling Zhennan, this was the first time he took the initiative to attack, his palm was already accumulated, so he still gave Ling Zhennan a little respect.

However, the crowd couldn't see that he was accumulating strength, and when they saw him as if he was walking, they immediately scolded him: "Is there anyone like you attacking?" What's it packed in? ”

"Do you think you're going to look like you're going to be good? Who to bluff? ”

Ling Zhennan also looked up at him: "Admit defeat yourself." ”

Ye Fan pursed his lips, too lazy to keep a low profile, anyway, he had already been used as a target.

He threw a punch.

The distance of two meters came in an instant, Ling Zhennan's eyes flashed, and the last one came first, and he also hit with a punch.

In the pinnacle duel, the two don't have any fancy moves, just a confrontation.

Ling Zhennan's fist was strong, his internal strength had been released, and the terrifying power could shatter the air.

Although Ye Fan's punch was fast, he didn't have the slightest sign of internal strength and external release, it was a mediocre punch.

As long as anyone who practices martial arts can see the gap, Ye Fan is not an opponent at all.

Nangong Mountain, a grandmaster, also shook his head, Ye Fan's internal strength was too far behind.

In the next second, two fists slammed together.

Ling Zhennan, like the first four masters, flew out upside down. And his internal energy was blasted back into his body, causing internal injuries, and he vomited several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air.

Ye Fan didn't move at all, and said: "I'm in a hurry, let's take all the games related to me at once, please forgive me, you wait first." ”