Picking up the disciple who was knocked off the stage and slightly injured, Jiang Qiu Palace Master Jiang Wei also shook his head and smiled bitterly, the strongest disciple in his sect was actually not the enemy of his opponent, Jiang Wei's face revealed helplessness.

glanced up at Li Yuanhang, then turned his gaze to the referee, and said to him in a low voice: "Referee, we admit defeat." This sentence of admitting defeat seems to have exhausted Jiang Wei's strength. I thought that this Xuantian competition could go a little farther, but I didn't expect to encounter Lingyanmen, one of the three major sects, in the first round. The world is unpredictable.

With the announcement of the referee, Li Yuanhang also walked off the competition platform, returned to the rest place of Lingyanmen, nodded to Yan Mingzhe and Wu Jingsheng and stood behind, not talking.

On the water curtain in the sky, the name of Jiang Qiu Palace had slowly dimmed, and then the name of a sect reappeared, and after seeing this name, Yan Mingzhe's brows slowly wrinkled.

"Voyage, you go on. Turning his head, he said to Li Yuanhang, who was not yet hot. Yan Mingzhe's frowning brows clouded people's already nervous hearts with a layer of worry.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Ge Wentang, it's from our camp again, if Jiang Qiugong is a coincidence, then the two sects in a row are from the same camp, it's a bit strange, you look at the opponents of Blood Spirit Mountain, there is no one from their camp.

If this continues, if the next round is still our camp, then the strength of our camp will be greatly weakened, which is very bad for us, Blood Spirit Mountain will definitely make a move, we have to preserve our strength. ”

Through Yan Mingzhe's explanation, Wu Jingsheng seemed to feel the smell of conspiracy, and the four words of black-box manipulation appeared in Wu Jingsheng's mind, and he subconsciously looked at Wei Shengrong on the viewing platform, and a trace of bad premonition emerged in his heart.

Li Yuanhang came to the stage again, still with that faint smile, looking at the people on the side of Gewentang, only one person in Gewentang had passed the first stage, and he was the strongest disciple of Gewentang, Zhao Qiwen. The cultivation of the peak of the Xuanshi.

Seeing Zhao Qiwen coming to power, Li Yuanhang nodded at him from afar, signaling friendship. After Zhao Qiwen nodded in return, the referee gave an order, and the competition started again.

Li Yuanhang was not careless, and took the lead in attacking, clenching his fists with both hands and attacking Zhao Qiwen. Looking at Li Yuanhang, who was attacking, Zhao Qiwen was not impetuous. One hand was directly held on Li Yuanhang's arm, and with a strong flick, Li Yuanhang was thrown into the air.

Li Yuanhang spun his body in the air, retreated, and stood down steadily. Seeing the sharp sword in Zhao Qiwen's hand on the opposite side, Li Yuanhang stretched out his hand to the bottom, and similarly, a sharp sword appeared in his hand.

Boom...

The two collided, both retreated, Li Yuanhang's strength was not much different from Zhao Qiwen, and the two were also equal. "Govin swordsmanship. Destroy the enemy with one stab. Zhao Qiwen waved the sword in his hand, performed his swordsmanship, and stabbed towards Li Yuanhang.

Those who see it do not panic, and respond to the enemy calmly. This sentence is very suitable for Li Yuanhang, and with a 'bell', Zhao Qiwen's swordsmanship was directly resisted by Li Yuanhang. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Yuanhang took advantage of the victory to pursue, picked up the sharp sword, formed a palm with his left hand, and repelled Zhao Qiwen with one palm.

Li Yuanhang didn't intend to seriously injure Zhao Qiwen, but simply wanted to repel him. Zhao Qiwen naturally felt it. Without waiting for Zhao Qiwen to stand firm, Li Yuanhang stepped forward quickly, and the sound of 'whoosh, whoosh' broke through the air sounded, and Li Yuanhang directly crossed the sword in his hand to Zhao Qiwen's neck at a fast speed.

Zhao Qiwen smiled self-deprecatingly and withdrew his sword. He arched his hand to Li Yuanhang and said, "Brother Li is strong and invincible. After that, he jumped off the competition platform, and did not cause much psychological shadow to himself because of the failure of the competition.

Li Yuanhang looked at the departing figure, and the respect in his eyes was more obvious, such a person could go further on the road of Xuan Xiu. Then he also left the tournament platform. Zhao Qiwen's defeat represents the end of Ge Wentang's road to dazzling martial arts.

Yan Mingzhe didn't speak at the moment, but stared closely at the name of the sect that was about to emerge on the water curtain with Wu Jingsheng, and when the three words Fengcai Hui appeared, the two of them 'groaned' in their hearts, and glanced at each other, and the worry in their eyes became more obvious.

At this moment, neither side sent a disciple to the stage, Yan Mingzhe's lips trembled, and he looked at a woman who was still charming in the rest place of the Fengcai Club in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, the referee on the stage kept urging, and at this time, the woman who led the team stepped forward and said to the referee's respectful slightly bowed body: "Referee, I Fengcai Club thinks that I am not the opponent of Lingyanmen, let's give up." ”

After speaking, he didn't give the referee time to dismiss at all, nodded at Yan Mingzhe, and then turned around and twisted his slender waist and returned to his own sect.

As the name of the Fengcai Club above the water curtain dimmed, Wei Shengrong on the viewing platform seemed to notice something, and looked at the side of the Lingyan Gate with a slight frown, just opposite Yan Mingzhe's eyes, and in an instant, Wei Shengrong nodded as if friendly, and then turned his head to the people around him and didn't know what to say.

"Referee, I, Hong Songmen, admit that I am not the opponent of Lingyanmen, so I will give up. The next opponent of the Spirit Smoke Gate was still the same as Fengcai Hui, admitting defeat again, which made everyone present, including Lu Feng, feel that things seemed to be a little beyond expectations.

Only Yan Mingzhe was still frowning and quietly watching the development of the situation, fortunately, he might know what Yan Mingzhe had discovered, so the next opponent of the Lingyan Sect was not the same camp, but the sect that Lu Feng was familiar with, Fuhua Prison.

"Fuhua Prison, it's very good, hostile sects, don't have to keep your hands. However, the strength of the disciples on the other side is not weak, who will go up?" It wasn't until he saw the opponent's sect that Yan Mingzhe's frowning brows loosened slightly, turned around, and said casually to the disciples.

Before Lu Feng could speak, Sun Shengyang on the side didn't say a word, and directly flashed to the competition platform, and then raised his eyebrows at Lu Feng in the audience, as if to say: This is mine.

Feeling Sun Shengyang's show-off, the corners of Lu Feng's mouth rose and shook his head helplessly, while Yan Mingzhe was just as helpless at the moment, turned around and quietly watched Sun Shengyang's battle.

"Hey, the one who helped the painting prison, are you ready to die?" Sun Shengyang looked at the disciples of the painting prison who had not yet come to the stage, pointed his right hand at the painting prison, and said mockingly.

"Bastard, I'll teach you a lesson!" After that, one of the people in the Fuhua Prison, as if he couldn't stand the stimulation, also flashed onto the stage, and said to Sun Shengyang with anger on his face: "Remember, the person who defeated you is called..."

"Get out of here. Sun Shengyang didn't give the disciples of Fuhua Prison time to introduce themselves at all, and without saying a word, he picked up the Qi Tian stick and knocked it down on the disciple of Fuhua Prison.

Burst...

A stick knocked the man directly and vomited blood. Don't wait for the man to admit defeat. Sun Shengyang jumped forward again, punched and kicked at the man, and said something in his mouth: "You still want to open your mouth to scold me? Let me scold me, I will beat you to death." ”

The person who helped the prison was even more wronged in his heart, and he vomited blood directly with a stick, and his internal organs were shocked out of place. I wanted to open my mouth to admit defeat, but this barbarian didn't give himself a chance to admit defeat.

"Cut, so vulnerable, I've passed out. Next. The disciple who looked at the prison under his fist had passed out. Sun Shengyang rubbed his fists, kicked at the unconscious man who fell to the ground, and kicked him directly. Then continue downward.

"You... You actually abolished his dantian?"

"Oh, yes, the disciples of your sect can't stand the battle, I don't have any strength. His dantian was shattered. I would have tapped it if I had known. Hearing the question of the elder of the Fuhua Prison, Sun Shengyang touched his head as if he was embarrassed and said to him. Sun Shengyang's expression gives people the illusion of honesty and honesty.

The elder of the painting prison didn't accept this, and pointed at Sun Shengyang angrily, but he couldn't say anything, and then nodded to the chief disciple beside him.

"Hmph, you're dead. With the approval of the elders, the only remaining disciple and chief disciple of Fuhua Prison stood on the competition platform and shouted angrily at Sun Shengyang.

"Yo, the chief disciple is out. Come on, your grandfather is afraid of you!"

"Stone Blue Claw!" The chief disciple of the Painting Prison heard Sun Shengyang's taunt, and his martial arts responded to the sound. His hands were bent into claws, and he rushed towards Sun Shengyang.

"Hmph, carving insect skills. Seeing this, Sun Shengyang raised the Qi Tian stick to his chest and stubbornly resisted the person's claws. Sun Shengyang took a step back, unscathed.

On the other hand, the man who helped the prisoner, after taking a few steps back, stood still with difficulty, put his hands behind his back, and kept trembling. Looking at Sun Shengyang's eyes, there was also a trace of horror.

"I, Du Ziteng, don't believe it, I can't break your defense. Chai Gao Claw!" "Du Ziteng, the chief disciple of the Painting Prison, has a double claw. The blood-red claws were on Du Ziteng's hands.

Multiply the power of Du Ziteng's attacks and martial arts. Facing Du Ziteng's attack. Sun Shengyang is not choosing to resist. It was Du Ziteng's carelessness just now, and this time the martial arts obviously felt extraordinary.

Sun Shengyang is not a dull person. You don't risk injury to hard-connect. Sun Shengyang flashed sideways. Dodged Du Ziteng's attack. Leap your legs backwards with force for some distance.

"Du Ziteng? haha. Who gave you the name. Are you going to laugh me to death and win, haha. After Sun Shengyang flew not far away, he held his stomach in his hands and kept laughing. While laughing, he also pointed to Du Ziteng in front of him and said.

"Bastard, see I don't kill you. Du Ziteng was obviously not the first time that his name had been ridiculed, so he was immediately enraged. Angrily attacked Sun Shengyang, who was still laughing.

"Chai Gaoclaw!"

Du Ziteng crossed his chest with his hands into claws, and transferred the Xuan Qi to his hands. Then with a strong wave of his claws, he directly released the martial arts from a distance. Two claw-shaped bright red attack techniques came at him.