Yang Yu carefully observed the other party, and at the same time, the other party was also observing him. Both of them are monks of the same realm, observing each other to see if the other has any weaknesses, and at the same time, they are also stronger than others.

Suddenly, Yang Yu moved the Qinglong Sword in his hand and pointed at Long Yun, walking towards him step by step. At the same time, Long Yun waved his hands and a wooden stick-like magic weapon made of unknown materials rushed out of the dantian and circled in front of him. Long Yun lightly touched the stick, and the stick shot straight at Yang Yu.

Yang Yu threw the Qinglong Sword in his hand into the sky, and the Qinglong Sword shot a shot and stuck together with the wooden stick-like magic weapon, squeezing each other.

Long Yun flicked his fingers, and a ball of spiritual power the size of an egg shot into the stick-shaped magic weapon, and suddenly burst out with a strong light, squeezing the Qinglong Sword backwards. After doing all this, Long Yun quickly rushed towards Yang Yu, he wanted to defeat Yang Yu with the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

Yang Yu was indifferent, stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist and roared: "Seven Killing Fists Against the Sky ~ Tenth Style ~ Beautiful Man ~"

As soon as Long Yun heard this, he immediately stopped, flashed to the side, and kept an eye on Yang Yu at all times, ready to dodge Yang Yu's attack at any time.

Yang Yu's roar directly shocked Long Yun, making him dare not attack, so he had to guard against Yang Yu's attack at any time. Long Yun witnessed the power of this move, Zhang Lang only used one punch to knock the opponent down, he didn't want to be knocked over with one move, so he withdrew from the competition, and he also wanted to be the president of this general club.

"Zhang Lang, when did you teach Yang Yu the Seven Killing Fists Against the Heavens, why didn't you even teach me. Ye Xiaoman complained to Zhang Lang.

"Hehe~ Keep watching! Just look at you. Zhang Lang said.

"Forget it. Ye Xiaoman said.

Suddenly, Yang Yu moved his feet and started with a slippery Ling Bowei step, changing various steps and rushing towards Long Yun.

"Ah~" Long Yun yelled. With a slip of his feet and rushed towards Yang Yu, he wanted to take the initiative to attack. The most haode defense is offense. You can't defend for the sake of being beaten passively.

Long Yun rushed to Yang Yu and punched him. The fist was flooded with a trace of spiritual power and hit the target directly, and Yang Yu gradually disappeared.

"Long Yun, I'm here, how can you beat my afterimage?" Yang Yu said behind him.

"Long Yun, I'm here, I'm punching to see if I can hit me. The beautiful man appeared in front of him and said.

"Ah~ ghost!" Long Yun saw the beautiful man's beard on his face and thought it was a ghost, and shouted loudly in fear.

"Bump~" After the beautiful man finished speaking, he punched over, directly knocking Long Yun out and falling heavily to the ground. Long Yun just stood up, but before he could react, Yang Yu punched over.

The sound of "bump~" hitting the target was heard. The dragon halo flew out upside down at one time and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah~" A miserable cry came out of Long Yun's mouth, "Poof~" and then a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Long Yun tried to get up, but fell again and again. Zhang Fei gave up and stood up, lying motionless on the ground, and was carried down by the ambulance personnel for treatment.

Yang Yu won this round of competition, and then Cheng Yu, another vice president of Huaxia Society, played against Wang Lin, vice president of Bawang Society. Dean Long said.

As soon as Dean Long's words fell, the two of them rushed into the light mask. Wang Lin looked at Cheng Yu and said, "May I ask Cheng Yu beauty, do you have another person!"

Cheng Yu didn't speak. With a wave of his hand, a cheatbook appeared in his hand, and the light flashed, and a very sexy-dressed woman appeared in front of him.

Long black hair, fox-like eyes, and a small cherry mouth. Black tight top, plump Ru room, small black skirt with odd arms. Slender legs wear a pair of black stockings and black boots. The best beauty in the world. This woman is only in heaven. The geometry of the world is true.

"I threw in the towel and quit the tournament. Wang Lin said.

After speaking, he walked out of the mask and looked up at the sky. He yelled: "O heaven, O earth! This world is too unfair, why can they get machine spirits, skill spirits. And it's hard for us to even see each other. Crazy people, crazy people, they are really a bunch of crazy people, is there any competition in this martial arts? The four of them are fighting for the president. ”

Zhang Fei roared and complained, his heart was extremely unbalanced, he was also a monk, but everyone's circumstances were different. Cultivating is to gain immortality, but this path is full of difficulties. Some of them have cultivated for a lifetime without doing anything, and some have cultivated vigorously for a lifetime, and most of them have turned into a pile of loess in Zuihou, and only a very few people can reach a higher realm and achieve immortality.

After Zhang Fei finished roaring, all the students began to discuss, as soon as everyone felt that heaven was unfair, weishenme himself couldn't have some chances, weishenme himself couldn't become strong, weishenme......

"Okay, that's the end of today's competition. A total of more than 30 people from 11 clubs participated in the competition, and after a fierce competition and a special competition, 10 people finally stood out. These ten people will compete tomorrow for the final winner, and he is the president of the Dragon God Academy Society. Dean Long said.

After speaking, he disappeared directly from the rostrum with Zhang Wen and the old dean. The students talked about today's competition, which was extremely fierce, but there were a few competitions that did not start, and they chose to admit defeat automatically because the opponent was too strong, so they withdrew from the competition.

Before dawn on the second day, all the students had already arrived at the No. 2 martial arts training ground. They didn't come to watch the competition so early, but Zhang Lang of the Huaxia Club started his morning practice again, and the Tai Chi gossip was already suspended in the air, waiting for the dawn to come.

Gradually, the east was white, and the first wisps of purple gas at dawn rushed in all directions. Zhang Lang's hands were sealed, and a point of light the size of a grain of rice shot into the Tai Chi Bagua.

As soon as the light point entered the Tai Chi Bagua, the silver and purple yin and yang fish eyes rotated at high speed, absorbing spiritual power and purple qi, and separating some for Zhang Lang to cultivate. The spiritual power of the martial arts training ground is several times that of the usual, and those who can't get the pure spiritual power from Zhang Lang absorb the spiritual power around them to cultivate.

About an hour later, Zhang Lang put away the Tai Chi Bagua, and the morning exercise at dawn was over. Zhang Lang came to the sidelines, where he had prepared haode, tables, chairs, benches, tea, snacks and even a self-made sun umbrella. Zhang Lang, Ye Xiaoman, Yang Yu, and Cheng Yu sat down separately, while the other members of the Huaxia Club stood behind them, everyone eating snacks and drinking tea waiting for Dean Long's words.

"Brush~Brush~Brush~" Three sounds of breaking the air sounded, and Dean Long, the old dean, and Zhang Wen appeared on the rostrum of the martial arts arena at the same time. Dean Long had just spoken, but was interrupted by figures coming from the sky. Some old monsters at the teacher level in the academy who have been in retreat for many years have come to watch the competition, and their main purpose is to see the skills and machine spirits of Zhang Lang and others, although they have heard of it but have not seen it. Although there are a few people, the realm is very low. (To be continued......)