"I can't do it!"

Seeing Ji Wuer rushing head-on, Tian Feng snorted coldly, he had already concluded that Ji Wuer had lost.

At this time, Zhang Daoran also had a gloomy face. He really couldn't understand why Ji Wuer didn't avoid the edge, but instead went head-on.

And in the ring, Mo Fan was already overjoyed.

This Ji Wuji is too confident, his own Xuan-rank low-grade battle technique Flame Breaking Sky is extremely destructive, and with the seventh-grade flame sword battle spirit, even if it is a martial artist who penetrates the realm, he must avoid it, otherwise once it is affected, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

But then, something that shocked Mo Fan happened, only to see Ji Wuer's body trembling, slightly on one side, clinging to the knife face, and dodging this powerful blow.

And the Ling Yan sword wind brought by that attack was also blocked by the true qi surrounding Ji Wuer's body, and it did not bring the slightest damage to the other party.

Mo Fan was shocked, he put all his bets on this amazingly powerful flame breaking sky, and he didn't think about the consequences of falling short. And the moves are old, and they can't get it back if they want to.

In the middle of this mistake, Mo Fan exposed his entire back to Ji Wuji, where there was no defense.

Ji Wuji naturally won't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I saw him clenching his hands and slamming it into Mo Fan's back.

"Rock Crush Fist!"

only heard a "bang", and Mo Fan flew straight out like a kite with a broken string. Then, under the gaze of everyone, he fell into the ring.

As soon as he landed, Mo Fan spurted out a large mouthful of blood, obviously not lightly injured.

Mo Fan put his hands on the ground, trying to struggle to get up.

Seeing this, Ji Wuer stepped forward quickly, flew up with a kick, and was about to kick Mo Fan's chest.

Mo Fan was startled, and hurriedly rolled on the spot, barely dodging.

However, Ji Wuji had no intention of letting Mo Fan go. I saw that his body trembled, and he flew out seven or eight feet one after another, and his moves were directly approaching the opponent's vital point.

Mo Fan was in a hurry, barely dodging the first few attacks, but he was exhausted and was kicked in the chest by Ji Wuji.

Mo Fan spurted blood from his mouth and flew out upside down again. Blood was dripping and sprinkled on the ring, and it looked extremely terrifying.

At this moment, Tian Feng finally reacted from the shock, and immediately flew out to save Mo Fan before Ji Wuer attacked again.

"Zhang Daoran, this is what you did!"

Seeing that Mo Fan was seriously injured and it was impossible to participate in the next trials, Tian Feng couldn't help but be furious, pointing at Zhang Daoran and scolding.

The corners of Zhang Daoran's mouth hooked, and he said gloomily: "There are no eyes for fists and feet, and there is no way to do it." If you want to blame, you can only blame Mo Fan's strength for being too weak, and he was defeated by Wuji in three rounds. ”

Zhang Daoran's voice was not loud, but with the support of his true qi, it spread throughout the audience.

At this time, Huo Xiu also watched the whole game with a serious face. I don't agree with Zhang Daoran's statement.

Mo Fan's attack power is really extraordinary, and even Ji Wuji doesn't dare to resist all the time.

So Ji Wuer used tricks to deceive Mo Fan's powerful blow, and then waited for work, grabbed the opponent's flaws, and easily knocked him down.

This is also due to Mo Fan's lack of combat experience, always thinking that even if his opponent barely dodges this powerful blow, the strong sword wind that follows will hurt him.

I never thought that the mountain giant ape battle spirit that Ji Wuji was carrying was extremely strong, not only protecting the vital points around him, but even leaving too many flaws in his body.

This also made Mo Fan's attack completely fail, and he himself was seized by the other party, taking the opportunity to beat him badly, completely losing the possibility of turning the tables.

At this time, Mo Fan had already been carried out, and Ji Wuer couldn't help but feel proud.

"First in the House of Commons, but that's it. I thought it was a man, but I didn't expect it to be an embroidered pillow. ”

With that, Ji Wuji turned around and jumped out of the ring.

But at this time, there was a lot of cursing at the scene.

Originally, after Ji Wuer defeated Mo Fan, he still blindly chased and beaten, which made people feel very disdainful. Now he is making a lot of nonsense in the ring, which has aroused everyone's anger.

Seeing this, the master of the Confucian Mansion hurriedly stepped onto the stage and shouted loudly: "Everyone, be quiet, it was just a discussion just now." Ji Wuji's attack is indeed a bit heavy, and I will let him make a review. Then the selection competition continues, and the martial artists who meet the requirements of the Great Perfection of the Qi Control Realm will come up and draw lots for grouping. ”

In an instant, more than a dozen warriors jumped into the ring and began to draw numbers.

They then divided into three groups and each occupied a small ring to start the game.

But what is shocking is that no one dared to challenge Ji Wuer's side of the ring, only Ji Wuji stood alone.

It's no wonder that even Mo Fan, the first person in the lower court before, hadn't gone through three rounds in front of Ji Wuer, and the other martial artists thought that they would not be stronger than Mo Fan. It is better to give up on your own initiative, so as not to bring shame on yourself.

Ji Wuer looked around blankly, sighed and said, "Hey, how lonely is invincible!"

As soon as this remark came out, it attracted more scolding.

The master of the Confucian Mansion couldn't stand it, so he had to take the initiative to persuade Ji Wuer to come down.

And just like that, the first half of the tryouts ended quickly.

Including Ji Wuji, a total of three people have become the proposed candidates for the Demon Eradication Conference.

The first half of this situation was finally over, and the master of the Confucian Mansion let out a long breath.

The next second half was much easier, but it was just a rookie pecking between the martial artists in the middle and late stages of the Qi Control Realm, and in the end, they would still be defeated by the martial artists of the Great Perfection of the Qi Control Realm, which would not cause too many waves.

The Lord of the Confucian Mansion stood in the first row and said loudly again: "Now, the second half of the Demon Slaying Conference Selection Tournament begins, and the martial artists below the Great Perfection of the Qi Control Realm will take the initiative to participate. The tournament will be played in the form of a fight, and winning five games in a row will qualify you to challenge the proposed candidate. ”

Just when the warriors on the scene were eager to try and rub their hands, suddenly, a figure flew to the ring.

Everyone looked at it and found that it was Ji Wuji.

This time, before the Master of the Confucian Mansion could question it, Zhang Daoran took the lead in asking: "Ji Wuer, what are you going up there now?

Ji Wuer's arrogant attitude today has made the True Martial Palace the target of the entire lower court, Zhang Daoran really doesn't want to cause trouble anymore, and tries his best to pull Ji Wuer down.

But the corners of Ji Wuji's mouth rose, outlining a strange arc.

"It's a waste of time to have a game like this, I want to fight someone right now!"

"Who!?"

Zhang Daoran was patient and said unhappily.

"That's him!"

Ji Wuji pointed to the crowd, and everyone immediately looked at it and found that it was a thin long-haired young man.

That was Huo Xiu!!