Won, the middle stage of the early martial arts fivefold realm, actually won the late stage. ”

"Four dances in the mountains, one move, just one move..."

"This sword slashed out, and even the Rongyun Sword Qi collapsed in an instant, how could this be possible!"

After a long time, the silent Yanwu Square was filled with shock.

On the viewing platform, the head of the Rong family looked at this scene in disbelief.

The head of the top ten families was even more surprised, squinting his eyes.

"Good seedling, really a good seedling, Rongyun is not wronged, not wronged..."

"I didn't expect the Rong family to appear as a genius who was only nineteen years old and comprehended the meaning of true martial arts. ”

"Genius? Yes, by hard work, defeating the late Rongshan is indeed called the word genius. ”

Next to the stone, Meng Yang, who looked surprised, couldn't help but sigh and recall the last sword of Rongshan.

The fourth dance that was cut out by Rongshan barely had any sword light flashing, let alone a roaring sword qi.

It is the sword intent, the pure sword intent, the unyielding intent that can only be felt by the swordsman's surging clouds.

This intention blends with the cold wind, dances with the sword body, makes a pile with towering sky, runs like a rainbow, and is bold and dripping.

This is the real sword intent, and it really uses the sword intent to condense to the point of breaking ten thousand laws.

Among the top 100, Rongshan can occupy the top 20 with just this sword.

In the same realm, it can be invincible.

If you don't use the pupil talent, as well as the martial soul and the palace martial realm spiritual sense.

Meng Yangmin asked himself, he can't stop it, he can't stop it, and he will lose.

This is the result of everyone's determination before Rongshan made a move.

Even Meng Yang thinks so.

However, he won.

And win cleanly, win beautiful and wonderful.

Some of the victories didn't react.

At this moment, several figures appeared from the audience.

Walking to the battlefield hand where Rongyun had fainted, he glanced at it and made a gesture to the disciple hall.

Seeing this gesture, the head of the Rong family on the viewing platform couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Rongyun, who was seriously injured, was carried off the battlefield by several people.

Rongshan put away his sword and stood, looking at Rongyun who was carried away with the same concern.

His gaze gradually softened, and he bowed in the direction where Rongyun left with an apologetic fist.

In an instant, the crowd of people and the sea of martial arts were completely detonated by the boiling sound.

The thunderous congratulations and praise made Rongshan's eyes red.

No one knows how hard he has worked to get to this year's scene.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Half a quarter of an hour has arrived, and the sound of Xuanzhu's thunder has resounded.

The red-faced mentor walked to the center of the martial arts platform, and nodded like Rongshan.

Rongshan immediately took a deep breath, calmed down the thousands of emotions in his heart, and immediately respectfully returned the salute and hugged his fists.

In that scene just now, in the disciple hall, except for a few peak masters who entered the ancient burial land.

It can be said that all the elders of the Qianyuan Sect are paying attention, and they are even more shocked by the potential of Rongshan, and they all nod their heads in praise.

Even the mentor chosen by Rongshan trembled with excitement and clenched his squeaky teeth.

In his heart, he decided that even if he paid hundreds of contributions, he would let the Rongshan Leader compete for the top of the mountain and obtain the qualification for the cultivation of the forbidden pool.

"In the first game, the battle for the strongest disciple of the family has ended. ”

After a cup of tea, the second battle for the strongest disciples of the family began. ”

All the disciples standing on the stage breathed a sigh of relief.

As Meng Yang speculated at the beginning, Meng Jiameng's strongest disciple this year was Meng Yue.

The most talked-about thing is also the trick of melting mountains and clouds.

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The failed disciples are naturally a little unwilling, and if they win the disciples, they have to accept the warm blessings from the audience.

Among these people, Rongshan is the most popular, and everywhere he goes, there are people who nod and give a thumbs up.

Fu Tianzhuo, who retracted his gaze, looked at Meng Yang, who was calm and concentrated, and said jokingly.

"It's all up to you next, how about it? ”

Seeing that Meng Yang gave him a blank look, Fu Tianzhuo squeezed his eyebrows and smiled faintly.

"Qianyuanzong in Nanzhou, Tianzhaomen in Beizhou, and Taishengyuan in Zhongzhou are also competing for the top spot today. ”

"Zhao Wai, as well as the four countries and the four seas, are also holding a battle for the leader today. ”

"Hard work is to melt the mountain, not hard work is to melt the clouds, this world is still very exciting. ”

Speaking of this, Fu Tianzhuo said with some expectation: "After entering the land of ancient burials, we will be able to meet them." ”

"There is harmony between countries, but there are many disciples of our sect who are secretly competing. ”

"Don't be slacking off, someone else will catch up, like me!"

Meng Yang sighed, helplessly looking at Fu Tianzhuo, whose eyes were blazing and reprimanding with fighting intent.

He knew that this Fu Tianzhuo had been unconvinced since he lost to him.

always wants to find an opportunity to let himself eat his sword, and the hints in and out of his words are like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

As long as he is with Meng Yang, he glares at Meng Yang with resentful eyes from time to time.

When Meng Yang turned his head consciously, he pretended to look forward to it again, and raised his chin.

Meng Yang was always inexplicable, and he felt a sense of coldness.

"You're right, maybe there are more of them than I am. ”

"Of the three sects of Zhao State, the strongest is Taisheng Academy, followed by Tianzhaomen, and the third place is our Qianyuan Sect. ”

After saying that, Meng Yang's tone was stunned, and he glanced at Fu Tianzhuo with some weakness.

Seeing Fu Tianzhuo's eyebrows raised, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he hit the railway while it was hot: "The place where the ancient burial land is the real battlefield." ”

Speaking of the word battlefield, Meng Yang's tone was extremely heavy, and he was afraid that Fu Tianzhuo, who had a tendon, would be wrong.

"Boom, boom...", as Meng Yang's heart beat wildly, waiting for Fu Tianzhuo's response.

played the central pillar of Wutai, and finally remembered the thunder and thunder.

Meng Yang's face immediately turned happy, and he didn't even say hello, so he went straight to the crowd.

The back that was like fleeing for his life made Lin Zitong, who was eating the fruit, blink his eyes several times.

"The second battle, the battle for the strongest disciples of the family, starts now. ”

"Disciples who chant the surname of the family, please play according to the battlefield ranking. ”

"The Zhou family, the Miao family, the Zhu family, the He family, the Lin family..."

Hearing the word Lin family, Meng Yang took three steps to show his life, like an eagle in the clouds.

Under his feet, he stepped on the ripples of the spread, and landed steadily on the 26th platform.

The depiction of the hideous unicorn and the back of the eagle's claws over the shoulder made the disciples on and off the stage cheer again and again.

also made the leaders hidden in the crowd all focus on him.

For the other disciples on the battlefield, he ignored him, and looked at him directly.

Feeling the many eyes that fell on his body, Meng Yang's face was as usual.

The sword scabbard at his waist swings at will, stretching his waist, which can cause fierce cheers.

"Meng Yang of the Lin family, the strongest dark horse in the competition for the top spot this time, is really popular. ”

"Brother Lin's life is still good, if this kid comes to my family, I can wake up with a smile in my dreams. ”

"The martial soul of the One-Yuan Xuanding Realm, this son's outstanding posture, really has the power to compete for the top. ”

"Eh, pass on Yaoshi, Brother Lin, do you want to keep a record of your genius's winning process?"

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On the viewing platform, a Yun family head turned around and couldn't help but joke.

In his sight, Lin Anbo's palm was controlling a stone that emitted a ghostly light.

This ghostly light overflows, suddenly turning into specks of light, outlining a circle of circles that are as transparent as a mirror.

The floating picture in the round screen is recording everything about Meng Yang on the stage.

"Brother Yun said with a smile, my disciple Meng Yang has a younger sister, and I am afraid that her cultivation will be boring. ”

Lin Anbo smiled lightly, and explained with emotions hidden in his eyes that others couldn't understand.

Suddenly, the smile on the corner of the Yun family's mouth spread to the entire face, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"It is said that Brother Lin was lucky to meet a genius like Meng Yang, in my opinion, this is Meng Yang's good luck. ”

Indeed, as the head of the Yun family said, many people are saying that the head of the Lin family has a good life and good luck.

But who knows, he Lin Anbo of the Lin family is the first person in the entire Nan'an City to break the rules and accept the sparring disciples as core disciples is a family. Not only Meng Yang, before Meng Yang, there were many people who were promoted from sparring.

If it weren't for Lin An's heart to understand the world, Meng Yang would have been killed long ago.

And because of Meng Yang's matter, Lin Anbo had already burned the contract signed by the Lin family's sparring disciples.

Those who have the talent for cultivation are accepted as disciples of the family, and those who do not have the talent will be returned to freedom.

It is precisely because of this that he Lin Anbo was able to meet Meng Yang.

"The second battle for the strongest disciples of the family starts now..."

"We throw in the towel..."

On the battlefield of the Lin family, Meng Yang just twisted his neck.

All the disciples of the Lin family, who were suddenly frightened, lay on the ground and shook their heads to admit defeat.

Qu Yang Yang Feng glanced at each other even more awkwardly, sitting on the ground, not daring to look at Meng Yang.

They also want to be like Rongshan, and challenge and win with stubbornness and disobedience.

Earn everyone's respect, and cheers.

But Rongyun is Rongyun, and Mengyang is Mengyang.

Let them have a double mirror in the early stage of martial arts, but those who challenge the Xuan-level martial soul, unless their brains are in water.

It's good that Meng Yang is not angry, but if he is angry, he will inevitably be beaten.

The gap is too big, not to mention the challenge, and I don't have the courage to face it.

Don't believe it? You see that Gao Yubo, who didn't deal with Meng Yang before, is now obedient to Meng Yang's training.

Although his pale face was lifeless, those eyes looked at Meng Yang, and they were all burning worship.

Maybe Meng Yang is letting Gao Yubo die now, and Gao Yubo doesn't blink his eyes.

No matter how Meng Yang raised his eyebrows with his eyes, they were never fooled.

Some female disciples of the Lin family misunderstood, and their faces were slightly red and secretly scolded Meng Yang as a hooligan.

At the same time, other families also had such a situation as Meng Yang.

The strongest disciples didn't have to make a move at all, and a large group of disciples admitted defeat.

There were a few battles, but the results came in an instant.

The excitement made the onlookers only yawn in boredom.

Yanwutai Square is also quiet and terrifying.

"Boom, boom. Half an hour passed, and the Xuanzhu thunder sounded, startling everyone.

Meng Yang nodded to the Lin family's disciples and walked off the stage.

"The battle of the strongest disciples of the family, the third game, after a cup of tea, begins. ”

Time flies quickly, after the time of the three incense sticks, when the remaining thirty-two families decide the strongest disciple.

The red-faced mentor announced with an expectant face that the battle for the top spot had entered the battle for the rankings.

In the square, where everyone was about to fall asleep, finally ushered in the long-lost cheers.

"Here, the real drama is coming. ”

"The battle of the top 100 families is coming!"

"The real excitement is here. ”

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