"It's your turn, hurry up!" Chen Hu, the deacon in Tsing Yi, urged.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the remaining nine people stepped forward in turn to take a jade plaque, and Su Chen was the last to take it.

"Five?"

Su Chen looked at the number of the jade plate in his palm and muttered to himself.

"Brother Su, what are your numbers?" At this time, Fang Hao came to Su Chen's side and asked in a suppressed voice.

"I'm number five, what about yours?" Su Chen raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay, it's okay, I finally met you in the first game, I'm number three. Fang Hao stroked his chest and let out a sigh.

But at this moment, a little fat man standing not far from Su Chen suddenly let out a wail.

"Why did my Wang Fugui draw the number two?

The little fat man wanted to throw the jade plaque in his hand to the ground as he spoke, but under the cold gaze of Chen Hu, the deacon in Tsing Yi beside him, he had to give up.

Su Chen glanced at the little fat man sympathetically, and walked out of the ring with Fang Hao.

I wonder who my opponent will be.

When all the ten disciples who participated in the ring battle stepped down, Chen Hu quickly formed a strange handprint with both hands, and suddenly slapped it towards the huge ring under his feet.

Rumble!

I saw that the giant ring, which was originally hundreds of meters long and wide, was now divided into five flat medium-sized rings from the opposite corner, and the sides of each ring had already been marked with their own numbers.

Call!

Five tall black-clothed figures suddenly appeared in each ring, seemingly acting as the referee of the next ring battle.

Seeing that everything was almost ready, Chen Hu, who was standing above the ring, used enough Yuan Force in his body and said loudly to the visitors in the stands around him:

"The 983rd Nine Realms Small Competition Battle of the Dao Dust Sect will officially start in half an hour!"

"Among them, Lin Hai and Nangong Wenxue are in the first ring!"

"Qian Feng and Wang Fugui are in the second ring!"

"Fang Hao and Lin Tian are in the third ring!"

"Ye Yu and Zhang Yuan are in the fourth ring!"

"Wang Jing and Su Chen are in the fifth ring!"

Wang Jing?

Hearing this, Su Chen, who was silently waiting for Xiaobi to start in the audience, frowned, feeling very unfamiliar with the name Wang Jing Su Chen, and he had never heard anyone mention it before.

However, Fang Hao's opponent happened to be Lin Tiantong of the First Dao Realm, and I am afraid that this one will be difficult to get better.

Because the ring battle was about to be officially held soon, Su Chen and Fang Hao did not return to the team of the second realm, but sat up on the edge of the ring.

In the atmosphere of suppressed tension, half an hour passed slowly.

Airplanes!

I saw that a transparent purple barrier suddenly rose on the top of the five rings at this moment, separating the five rings and ensuring that the competition between the different rings would not affect each other.

"Please come to the stage for the disciples participating in the war!" Chen Hu, the deacon of Tsing Yi, said in a solemn voice.

Call!

Su Chen took a deep breath and patted Fang Hao on the shoulder to cheer each other up.

"Just do your best!" Su Chen instructed in Fang Hao's ear.

"Well, you too!" Fang Hao smiled.

After the two finished speaking, they immediately parted ways and walked towards the ring where they were located.

Su Chen walked around and came to the No. 5 ring where he was, and soon found that the front of the purple barrier that enveloped the entire No. 5 ring suddenly opened a one-person-high crack at this moment.

Su Chen didn't procrastinate, walked quickly through the purple barrier, and stepped on the fifth ring.

Seeing Su Chen coming, the black-clothed referee bowed slightly, and waved Su Chen to stand on the other side of the ring.

Seeing this, Su Chen nodded and moved to the other side of the ring.

Just after Su Chen stood still, a beautiful figure also stepped into the ring at this moment.

Wang Jing?

Seeing the visitor, Su Chen's pupils shrank and he looked at him from a distance.

I saw that although the female disciple in front of me was slender but straight, wearing a set of light blue clothes, coupled with the heroic spirit and tall nose bridge between the eyebrows when walking, from a distance, it was a pair of embryos of future heroines.

"Hello. Su Chen hugged the other party out of politeness.

But the female disciple named Wang Jing only raised her eyebrows and glanced at Su Chen when she heard this, without any response, her eyes were full of cold arrogance.

So the scene was a little silent for a while, which made Su Chen, who was in the same place, embarrassed...

Madan, so tsundere?

Anyway, who is not a little genius anymore!

Under the other party's ignorance, Su Chen's face became more and more unbearable, but fortunately, at this time, the black-clothed referee stepped forward in time to resolve Su Chen's dilemma.

"Both, please put a hundred meters away from each other, and when I receive the signal, I will say the start loudly, and then you can make a move!"

"In addition, this time is just the entry of the sect, although the sword has no eyes, but no one is allowed to die, if there is a violation, the sect will be severely punished!

Hearing the words of the black-clothed referee, Su Chen and Wang Jing both nodded and distanced themselves from each other again.

About half a column of incense after a small half-column.

There was a clear crisp sound from the huge golden boat suspended above the ring, and at the same time, the black-clothed referees below also seemed to get the signal and shouted "start" loudly.

Call!

As soon as the referee's voice in the No. 5 ring fell, Wang Jing, who was a hundred meters away from Su Chen, immediately unfolded his body, and rushed towards Su Chen like a fly!

Is this so fierce?

Su Chen didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took out the good iron sword and made a defensive posture.

But then the scene that almost shocked Su Chen's jaw appeared.

I saw that Wang Jing, who had already approached Su Chen in the blink of an eye, directly blasted up with a pair of meat fists at this moment!

Yikes!

The moment Wang Jing's fist collided with Su Chen's fine iron sword, it actually rubbed out a little spark.

And in the battle of strength, Su Chen has the upper hand!

Knock knock!

Su Chen, who took seven steps back, looked at Wang Jing's clenched fist in disbelief.

This is... Gloves?

I saw that not far away, Wang Jing's hands were wearing a pair of thin dark gray fist gloves at the moment, and faint Yuan Force fluctuations were radiating from them.

"So you're so weak!" Wang Jing noticed Su Chen's gaze, and a sneer appeared on her face.

Hearing this, Su Chen just silently raised the best iron sword, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

This Wang Jing can never be as simple as the transformation of the fourfold, and the strength in that punch is no less than a thousand catties!

Let's test it first!

Su Chen stepped on the shadow step, and in just a moment, he turned into an afterimage and flashed to Wang Jing's left side.

Slash the mountain sword pose!

A powerful sword shadow slashed down towards the top of Wang Jing's head.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Wang Jing's hands clamped the blade of the fine iron sword.

What a speed!

When he was a little closer, he didn't catch it!

Wang Jing was already dripping cold sweat on her forehead at this moment, and her original contempt for Su Chen was instantly swept away.

And Su Chen was not surprised when he saw that his sword was blocked by the other party, and drew his sword back.

The shortcoming of this violent woman is her body style, to be precise, she is not good at that kind of close-quarters fighting!

Maybe it's not slow when you sprint in a straight line, but if you fight people in close quarters, the flaws will be obvious!

As soon as he thought of this, Su Chen casually put the good iron sword back into the ring, ready to go into battle lightly and fight with this Wang Jing in close quarters!

Seeing Su Chen's movements, Wang Jing, who was standing on the other side, felt the threat and decided to take the initiative, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible.

"Dragon Tiger Fist!"

Wang Jing's fivefold cultivation was fully revealed at this moment, and the sharp fist style made Su Chen, who was more than ten meters away, feel a faint pain on his face.

Call!

Wang Jing stepped out with an arrow step, jumped forward, and had already come to Su Chen's face in the blink of an eye, without hesitation, he threw a punch!

Looking at Wang Jing's fists getting closer and closer, Su Chen, who was standing in place, had the corners of his mouth upward, revealing a mocking smile.

Shadow Walk!

I saw Su Chen's body swinging between the lightning and flint, leaving an afterimage in place, while the real body avoided Wang Jing's inevitable blow from an almost impossible angle.

Wang Jing's fist instantly dispersed the afterimage that Su Chen had left in place, and passed through it.

Under the action of huge inertia, Wang Jing's forward body stagnated slightly.

Rip!

After Su Chen, who appeared behind Wang Jing, saw this scene, a ray of essence immediately crossed his dark eyes, and while the Yuan Force was running rapidly, his palm also raised.

Ice Palm!

I saw a palm with a piercing chill slamming on Wang Jing's back at this moment.

Cough!

Wang Jing's body trembled, her face turned slightly pale, and the corners of her mouth also oozed blood.

Su Chen had no pity for this, and in the flicker of his footsteps, he turned into a vague figure, circling the injured Wang Jing, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Wang Jing, who had fallen into a passive situation, looked very ugly at the moment, but in the face of Su Chen's severe offensive, he finally had to take a defensive posture, which made Wang Jing, who had always been arrogant, feel a little unacceptable.

Why could a fourfold fellow push me to such a point!

"Su Chen, right, I admit that you are fast, but as long as you make a move on me, there will definitely be a pause, and I, Wang Jing, don't believe that my fist can't hit you once!" Wang Jing looked at the figure that kept flashing around him, and said hatefully.

Bang!

However, before Wang Jing's words fell, a cold palm suddenly stretched out from the afterimages around him like a ghost, and slapped it vigorously on Wang Jing's left shoulder.

Wang Jing was in pain, and hurriedly punched in the direction of the previous palm, but after all, it was still a slow beat, and it only hit the air.

Damn it!

Wang Jing retracted her fist unwillingly, looking at Su Chen, who was like a loach around her, and secretly hated.

But the punch I did swing a little slower...

Wait, could it be that the cold he slapped into me could slow me down?

Thinking of this, Wang Jing hurriedly tried to move her body, but the result she got made her feel cold.

My body is getting stiffer and stiffer...

Unconsciously, a feeling called panic began to swell into Wang Jing's heart.