Soon, the battle for the top 100 in full swing was decided in the astonishing four.

The shouting and jubilant voice soared into the sky, congratulating the hundreds of strongest disciples of the family on the stage.

Looking at Fu Tianzhuo, who was teasing his forehead from time to time, Meng Yang's gaze was slightly condensed, and he swept the dozens of people in front of him.

Among the dozens, three men and one woman caught his attention.

These four people, although there is no qi and blood churning around them, the coercion of the realm is extremely strong.

Under the scanning of the spiritual sense, the aura phenomenon condensed by others was only the size of a firefly.

And these people were the size of goose warm stones, and they were very bright, like light bulbs in the dark.

Meng Yang in the deep groan, you don't need to guess to know these four people, respectively the Su family, the Shen family, the Hou family and the Wei family Tianjiao.

The battle for the top 100 is determined by the number of winners.

During the battle, in addition to the power-enhancing elixir, the healing elixir and the healing elixir can be used.

In other words, the name of the top 100 leaders will be ranked in the form of wheel battles.

If you have been defeated three times in a row, you can't challenge others, and you can only wait for the second disciple who has been defeated three times in a row.

These defeated disciples then challenge each other to determine the final ranking points.

Meng Yang didn't mind these things, he didn't have anything else in the storage space, so he just healed the pill and gathered the spirit pill.

Consumption alone can consume people to death, and he doesn't believe that there are still people present who have more pills than him.

On the way to wait, the deacon of the disciple hall also divided the Yanwu platform into twenty pieces.

Looking at these battlefields with a radius of thirty meters, the corners of Meng Yang's mouth raised, and he suddenly understood something.

At the same time, Fu Tianzhuo's face was revealed, his eyes flickered, and he said to Meng Yang with a chuckle.

"Remember, when the battle for the top 100 rankings begins, we will be the first to take these positions as quickly as possible. ”

"If you don't fight in the top ten, the Tianjiao of these leaders will hardly fight. ”

"Don't be too reckless to challenge the Kui Shou family, they shouldn't challenge you either. ”

Meng Yang smiled in his heart, these words were exactly what he originally wanted to say to Fu Tianzhuo.

Now that Fu Tianzhuo also understood the main points of the battle for the top 100 rankings, Meng Yang didn't say anything.

In the midst of the noise of gongs and drums, the red-faced mentor finally walked slowly and leisurely from the disciple hall to the Xuanzhu thunder.

His eyes swept over the viewing platform, as well as the many long-awaited disciples of the Yanwu Hall, and said in a condensed voice.

"Disciples, family masters, everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

"Time is limited, and I, Tian, am not making more introductions. ”

"Now I announce, the top 100 ranking battle of the Qianyuan Sect will start now!"

As soon as the tutor surnamed Tian's voice fell, Meng Yang, who was holding his breath and calm, suddenly looked solemn.

Under the three steps of Yama, the whole person exploded backwards at lightning speed as if he had been knocked into the air.

When his right foot paused backwards and stopped the retreating body, he was already standing on the platform with the sixteenth battle flag.

At the same time, Fu Tianzhuo kicked his feet, like a carp in a pond.

The waist took off in the air and occupied the seventeenth battle platform with a beautiful and beautiful posture.

And those leading families also reacted very quickly, and they all occupied the nearest battle platform at the first time.

The time spent before and after can be described in the blink of an eye.

The twenty battle platforms were also occupied by the fast-reacting disciples in an instant.

Leaving dozens of people frowning, you look at me, I look at you, only to react.

With a bitter face, they finally looked at the tutor surnamed Tian.

"Alright, you can now choose any of the Zhantai disciples to challenge. ”

"If you win, the battle platform is yours, and if you lose, you can only challenge others. ”

After saying that, the tutor surnamed Tian handed the disciple an encouraging look, and walked down to the martial arts platform.

At the same time, twenty deacons who came out of the disciple hall held pens and paper in their hands to record the battle platform they were responsible for.

"I'll do it first!" Soon, a burly young man stepped out of the crowd.

With a cold and arrogant gaze, he swept straight to the thirteenth.

"Then I'll challenge the No. 12 Tai Ma family, Ma Yi. ”

"I challenge the eighteenth platform, Ningjia Ning Shanhong!"

"I'll challenge...", a man with deep eyebrows tightened, looked at No. 17 Meng Yang.

looked at Fu Tianzhuo of the sixteenth Tai again, his throat gurgled, and his eyes fell on the nineteenth platform.

On this battle platform, Rong Shan, who was holding two swords, was looking at Meng Yang who was on the battle platform a hundred meters away.

Suddenly sensing that a gaze was falling on him, he turned his head to look at it and laughed.

This smile suddenly made the hesitant man subconsciously stagger his gaze.

His heart beat wildly, and he pointed to a dark-skinned man on platform 20 and said, "I'll challenge platform 20!"

"No one challenged us!" waited for a while, but saw that no one challenged.

Fu Tianzhuo walked to the edge of the No. 16 platform and chatted with Meng Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the No. 17 platform.

"If no one challenges at the end, how will these points be counted?"

"How else can it be counted, of course, it goes straight into the top 20. ”

The two were chatting here, but there was a boo from the audience.

It is not them who are booed, but those who stand under the pillar and do not challenge.

Those with similar strength are all being challenged, but the powerful Meng Yang Fu Tianzhuo, as well as the top ten disciples of the Kuishou family, no one is challenged, which leads to the fact that there are only a few people challenging at most in each round.

The rest of the people stood under the Xuanzhu stage and accepted the wave of boos.

"Fight, even if you can't fight, you will lose with dignity if you lose. ”

"That's it, the rewards from the tenth to the hundred are the same, what are you afraid of?"

"Is it possible to get the top ten?

......

"See, the one holding the small umbrella is Hou Yunuo of the Hou family. ”

Fu Tianzhuo patted Meng Yang on the shoulder and pointed to the woman standing on the back of the sixth platform.

The woman was wearing a crescent white dress with a pink ribbon tied around her waist.

The blue water-like hair was only half pulled by the bamboo hairpin, and the other half hung down to the waist.

The wind-supported dress and skirt room are even more revealing of a touching color that I see pity.

"The Hou family, the Jiangmen family, Hou Yunuo is the granddaughter of General Hou of our Zhao Guohou. ”

"This woman is not only naturally beautiful and talented, but also has a rare physique. ”

"Rare physique?" Meng Yang was slightly stunned and glanced at Fu Tianzhuo, who was having a silly game.

"This kind of physique is one in a thousand, and he is born with a strong sense of closeness to demon beasts and spirit beasts. ”

Saying this, Fu Tianzhuo's eyes lowered, scratched Hou Yunuo's jade legs, and continued.

"You see she has a status jade tag around her waist..."

"Ten Thousand Spirits Peak Inheritance!"

Meng Yang's face showed interest, his eyes were filled with spiritual power, and his face was immediately stunned.

As if thinking of something, he retracted his gaze and looked at Fu Tianzhuo strangely.

"You seem to have spoken to me before, there is a girl who condenses the martial soul into a bird, could it be..."

"Good girl, your memory is amazing, yes, I'm talking about this girl. ”

"Don't look at her martial soul, she has a beast raising bag, but there are several demon beasts at the peak of the early and late martial arts. ”

"Wanling Peak does not cultivate the body, does not cultivate the spirit pattern, does not cultivate the void platform, does not cultivate the medicinal weapon, only cultivates the realm to warm the demon spirit and martial beasts. ”

Speaking of this, Fu Tianzhuo pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes and said, "If you go to Wanling Peak, you will know why their peak is the largest peak in the Qianyuan Sect. The entire mountain peak is a captive martial beast, there are all kinds of martial beasts, even the martial beasts that protect the peak are all natural fetal realms. ”

"Warriors must fight, warriors must win!"

"The warrior will fight, and the warrior will win..."

Meng Yang and Fu Tianzhuo were talking, when suddenly there was a shout like a tide in their ears.

The voice is sonorous and powerful, and I haven't heard much at first.

But as time went on, more and more people shouted.

Now the sound waves are like thunder, deafening, so that Meng Yang and Fu Tianzhuo can't help but stand up.

I saw that under the stage, all the disciples raised their hands, and their expressions were excited and roaring loudly.

The voice contains the meaning of a warrior, sharp as a gun.

Immediately swept through the entire Disciple Hall Square.

The roaring sound waves swallowed mountains and rivers.

It seemed to shake the world.

"I'll come. ”

"I'll come too. ”

"My monks, why not fight. ”

"Floaters dare to shake the tree, how can the newborn calf be afraid of the tiger!"

"I'm ashamed, so I'm going to challenge. ”

"I'm also challenged!"

"I, He Zhichu, also challenged. ”

All the disciples under the Xuanzhu Thunder, in this rolling thunderous shout, were all enthusiastic and high-spirited.

The eyes that opened again were not hesitation, not timidity.

It's fearless, but it's as sharp as a bullfight.

A majestic force that seems to be able to stab the sky.

"Yan family, Yan Song challenges the seventeenth platform, Senior Brother Meng Yang of the Lin family!"

At this moment, a young man in green clothes with a grim face shouted.

Between the churning of qi and blood, his footsteps were longitudinal, and he went straight to the Mengyang battle platform.

"Good Yan Song, I admire you. ”

"This is a man, this is the martial heart that a strong man should have. ”

"Yan Song, even if you lose, you are still my brother of Wu Yao..."

"Senior Brother Meng Yang, Yan Song is not talented, and he came to ask for advice. ”

When he came to the seventeenth battle platform, Yan Song's face was solemn and bowed.

In his words, in addition to his respect for Meng Yang, there was also a strong and unyielding fighting spirit.

"Lin Family Mengyang, accept the challenge of Yan Songyan's junior brother!"

The smile on Meng Yang's face immediately froze, and he solemnly cupped his fists in return.

He finally understood why so many people under the stage were so vindictive.

His face turned red and shouted that the warrior must fight, and the warrior must win the slogan.

Seeing that Meng Yang's face not only did not show any contempt, but was very humble and kind.

Yan Song was convinced, and with a respectful face, he hugged his fists again and bowed: "Senior Brother Meng Yang, please advise..."

After that, Yan Song was stunned, and his qi and blood exploded.

When the spiritual power of the Primal Martial Quadruple Realm was attached to the long sword in his hand, he suddenly shook his arms and slashed towards Meng Yang.

In the cold wind howling, a sword aura with majestic spiritual power and murderous aura immediately appeared in Meng Yang's eyes.

Meng Yang didn't move, his eyebrows only raised, and his spiritual sense spread out with a large hand.

Like a giant waving his hand, in the air with layers of ripples, he fanned towards the slashing sword qi.

Yan Song's complexion changed, and he resisted with all his might, but the coercion in his spiritual sense was like a big wave.

Layer by layer burst out, instantly submerging him.

"Bang!", the sword qi shattered, Yan Song was as if he had been hit hard, and his face was pale.

When the corners of his mouth were bleeding, the whole person was pressed back dozens of steps, staring at Meng Yang with a shocked face.

"Yan Song's number, Senior Brother Meng Yang's strength, I can't inferior..."