The new disciple also knew in his heart that he was definitely not Zhou Qu's opponent, but relying on his good physique, he thought to himself, no matter how bad he was, he would not be beaten down by three moves, even if he was a little injured, he could still survive it.

Such thoughts exist in the minds of many new disciples.

As a matter of common sense, there is nothing wrong with such thoughts.

Unless there is a huge disparity in ranks, it is almost impossible to knock down an opponent within three moves.

If Qu is changed to an inner disciple this week, it is estimated that no one will dare to take it at all, but they are all outer doors, and I believe that the strength will not be too different.

With full anticipation, the new disciple stood up for luck, just waiting to take the next three moves and take down the Xiling Pill.

Zhou Qu was full of smiles on the surface, but in fact, the strength in his hand was already brewing, and he suddenly made a move and beckoned towards the new disciple.

Even if it is a move, the new disciple can naturally make a move, and he only needs to take the next move immediately.

At the moment when the two fought, Zhou Qu punched out and hit the opponent directly, and the disciple immediately raised his hand to block it, and he was stunned to take the first move.

Although it was a little difficult, the new disciple's heart couldn't help but be filled with a hint of joy.

Sure enough, it is not difficult to take two or three moves from Zhou Qu, although Zhou Qu has a lot of strength, but the move is not tricky, and there is no problem in reluctantly taking it.

After a while, Zhou Qu made a second move, and this second move was taken by the new disciple without danger.

These two moves in a row fell into the eyes of the onlookers, and those new disciples who were still a little hesitant, after watching Zhou Qu's move not be too sharp, let down their guard at the moment, and they were all gearing up, ready to try it.

Seeing that the new disciples had relaxed their vigilance, Ye Qingtang on the side shook his head secretly.

Zhou Qu's method of inviting you into the urn is really easy to use.

Of the three moves, the most critical is the third move.

Just when Zhou Qu punched and hit the third move, on the surface, this move was no different from the previous moves, it was still unhurried and easy to parry.

However, at the moment when the new disciple raised his hand to receive the move, the moment the two of them met with their fists, the new disciple only felt a fierce force like a tiger descending from the mountain, suddenly poured from his fist into his body, that force was so great that he couldn't resist it at all, and before he could come back to his senses, his whole person was shocked out by that force!

Everyone thought that Zhou Qu's three moves were quite easy to catch, but no one thought that the new disciple would suddenly miss the last move.

The third move was defeated, and the competition was over, and the disciple covered his aching chest and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Qu with a smirk.

He is the only one who knows that Fang Cai's seemingly ordinary third move, and the two moves before handing over, are fundamentally different!

There were still many new disciples around who felt sorry for him, thinking that he was only a little short of being able to win a bottle of Xiling Pill.

And now, the new disciple, not only did he not win the Xiling Pill, but he lost the Xiling Pill he had just allocated to Zhou Qu.

"It's a pity that this junior brother is just a little bit closer, and he can take the third move." Zhou Qu took the Xiling Pill in his hand, and sighed regretfully, but a touch of bad flashed in his eyes.

Just these new disciples, how many of them can withstand his fist?

If he didn't put some water first, how could he let this group of little cubs have hope and come up one by one to "send" the Xiling Pill?