The power of this punch surged out and smashed directly on Hong Chengtian's cheek, and the time was so fast that he didn't even have a blink of an eye, and he didn't have time to react at all.

His subordinates had just slashed out a palm, and the first-class realm of the [Jialan Emperor's Hand], the volley slash also took time to prepare, and the rippling spiritual power blasted him out like a hammer.

Such a fast and brutal punch showed the divine power of the disciples in the Heavenly Immortal Alliance, and the body was a swing, and the power of the arm to volley forward was already so huge that it led to a whirlwind.

Before Hong Chengtian fell to the ground, a strong wind drove under Ren Xiuwen's feet, his eyes were fierce and cruel, his figure moved extremely fast, and suddenly a flying body flashed in front of Hong Chengtian.

Hold each other's arms with your palms!

Click!

There was a strange sound, and Hong Chengtian howled out a miserable scream.

The arm that had just recovered was broken by him in the first half of the month, but everything happened in an instant, the speed of this punch was only a second, and the speed of this flash of flying was only about two seconds.

"This Ren Xiuwen is too brutal, isn't it? just broke his arm like this!" someone whispered.

Ren Xiuwen's originally murderous eyes are now much calmer, looking at Hong Chengtian rolling on the stage, the anger in his heart has long been resolved, but it is a little funny to look at him.

Lin Yunxi was also shocked, "This person is a little vicious, he has obviously won the punch just now, and he doesn't need to go up and make up for it at all, I look at the damage of the arm, it will take at least half a year to repair, it is best not to hurt the muscles and bones, otherwise it will be difficult to recover in a year!"

Xuan Wujian joked, "This is the horror of the sect competition, this kind of scene has also appeared in previous years, and this time there are rules of life and death contract, so this year's competition between disciples will be more fierce than before!"

"Who else wants to try! I'll see if anyone dares to come!" After Ren Xiuwen won the battle, his heart was full of confidence, and he calmly didn't look at everyone present, and shouted at the audience.

"Master, this kid is so rampant, I have to clean him up!" a man in the Remnant Sun Pavilion scolded.

The Sect Master of the Remnant Sun Pavilion smiled slightly, "Wait a minute, this kid is not worth your shot, someone will definitely teach him a lesson, your opponent is only the last person in the Heavenly Immortal Alliance!"

Ren Xiuwen looked at the crowd in the audience, and none of them wanted to come up and challenge him, and said unhappily in his heart, "Since you are not willing to take the initiative to ask for battle, then I have to choose it myself, but if you choose some disciples with low cultivation, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"You! come up and fight me!"

Ren Xiuwen pointed to a mediocre-looking disciple in the Xuanji camp and said with a cruel smile, such a scene is obviously picking a soft persimmon pinch, and this disciple has just entered the second stage realm of Venerable.

"I ?...." The disciple trembled and looked into the distance, refusing to come on stage for a long time!

"What's the matter, are you afraid? I knew that you Xuanji Camp were all cowards, since you didn't dare to compete, it was better to get out of this Liuli Golden Palace as soon as possible!" Ren Xiuwen smiled towards the stands of the disciples in the Xuanji Camp, and this remark attracted infinite ridicule from other sects.

Xuan Wujian clenched his fists tightly, and was just about to stand up, but was pressed down by Lin Yunxi's arm on the side, "Brother Xuan, let me come to this competition!"

"If the chosen person does not dare to participate in the exhibition, the disciple who replaces him cannot cultivate higher than the chosen person, isn't it the rule here?

"It just so happens that I am Venerable for a while, so I can go up and compete with him!" Lin Yunxi said with a smile.

Xuan Wujian said helplessly, "You are the trump card of our Xuanji Battalion, how can you let you play casually..."

"It's okay, Brother Xuan, just sit here and watch a good show!" Lin Yunxi's words were not for recklessness, but because he saw Tianfengxuan's Tiangang talking and laughing in his own stands, in order to kill Tiangang and Tianfengxuan's plan, now is the first stage!

With a whoosh, a wind screen formed under his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he teleported his body to this platform, and looked at Ren Xiuwen with an evil smile.

The elders in the audience shouted, "Xuanji Camp Lin Yunxi, seventeen years old, cultivated to the Venerable Realm!"

As soon as the sect in the audience heard this, they fainted instantly, Venerable a realm, this is the lowest cultivation player in the sect competition for more than ten years, and the cultivation in previous years was at least about three realms, a difference of three realms, and a year of cultivation, the strength is simply a world of difference.

The disciples who can have the opportunity to participate in the sect competition are not only outstanding in cultivation, but also the best in the sect, and the young man in front of him does not look like a master at first glance, because the disciples in each sect are familiar with each other, but Lin Yunxi is a fresh face, and he is a junior disciple who has just been promoted to Venerable.

"It's ridiculous...what's the difference between a disciple of a realm and a disciple of this spirit realm? I don't think this kid can stand for half a minute!"

All the sects in the Liuli Golden Palace, all the sect masters were sneering, and even the Cangyue Sect, a sect that was not as ranked as good as the Xuanji Battalion, all threw mocking voices, "Elder Xuanji, even if you can't take it again, you can't choose a disciple of the first realm to compete, isn't this sending mutton to the mouth of the Heavenly Immortal Alliance!"

"Do you know the gap in the realm of a rank, it will take at least a year for ordinary disciples to cultivate to catch up, and this kid is only seventeen years old, one year younger than Ren Xiuwen, it is estimated that his body bones have not grown yet!"

There were boos in the hall all the time, and Tianfeng Xuan, who was originally inseparable from the Xuanji camp, had a hideous face and looked at the young man in the distance in horror.

"Impossible...absolutely impossible, he should be dead...I saw yesterday that his body has swelled and is about to explode, why is he standing on the stage alive now!"

This is the effect that Lin Yunxi wants, and he appeared by himself in order to make Tiangang's mind chaotic, so as to open up a big road for his plan.

Jiang Chong sat next to Yang Xiuxian, looking at Lin Yunxi on the stage with calm eyes, in fact, his heart had already turned over the rain, he didn't expect to see Lin Pochuan's son on the field in the competition in Mochizuki City.

At the same time, Zhou Zuoyang also looked uneasy, not because he was afraid of Lin Yunxi, but because Lin Yunxi's appearance aroused infinite anger in his heart, the three hundred Thousand Spirit Grasses that Tianluo Palace lost in the entrance test, hundreds of thousands of gold coins, and Zhou Wu and Nie Taiqing were all knocked over by this kid with one punch.

This kid has been in the hospital for half a month, and the situation of Tianluo Palace is getting worse day by day, and he is almost about to be ridden on the head by the Qi Alliance, how can he calm down.

Suddenly, the woman next to her handed over a pot of tea, and the woman saw the anger on Zhou Zuoyang's face, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine!"

The woman obviously felt that something was happening, so she looked towards the stage, and suddenly felt that the young man in front of her had an inexplicable familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it.