I don't know if it's because Wang Yan successfully passed the first hurdle and gave thousands of inner disciples enough confidence.

Or is it because of the lack of Wang Yan's thorn, Tie Lengxue has lacked interest and relaxed the assessment.

In just a few moments, hundreds of Inner Gate disciples successfully passed the first level and came to the arch.

The time of half a cup of tea passed in the blink of an eye, and there were only a thousand inner disciples left who were originally vast and dense, like locusts crossing the border.

Under the strength of Iron Cold-blooded Yicheng, only these thousand people successfully passed the first level, and the rest were all screened out.

"You are the elite disciples of my Burning Sun Great Sect, and the hope of the Martial Arts Conference. ”

"Before this, there will be a small competition between the sects, everyone must go all out, no deception is allowed, and now all of them will be rolled into the Sumeru space for the old man!"

The sharp gaze swept over the thousand inner disciples, and when he passed Wang Yan, he stayed for a few more seconds, as if he was being cared for.

The words fell, and without waiting for the disciples to react, the iron cold-blooded sleeve robe waved.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, the wind in their ears was whistling, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already in an unknown space.

As for the Burning Sun Sect and the familiar scene, it completely disappeared at this moment, and there was only a space that was as white as water waves and mirror-like.

"This is the Sumeru space, you can free your hands and feet and fight to your heart's content, without worrying about the impact of everything else because of your efforts. ”

"And the process of your battle will be recorded, and there will be a real-time picture, and the sect master and the elders will see it clearly. ”

"If anyone dares to cheat and don't go all out, the old man will be the first to pull him out and expel him from the sect!"

The cold-blooded voice echoed in his ears, which made Wang Yan's brows frown, and he was very unhappy in his heart.

He found that since the Ancient Secret Realm came out, Iron Cold Blood had targeted him everywhere.

Even this time the sect Xiaobi, Tie Leng wanted to make a fuss about this matter, and it seemed that he was uncomfortable if he didn't target him.

Just when Wang Yan was thinking about whether he should talk to Tie Lengxue about it, the white space in front of him suddenly surged.

In the next moment, a piece of light shuttled through space, suspended steadily in front of Wang Yan's eyes, still and still.

At the same time, in front of the eyes of everyone who entered the Sumeru space, such a scene also appeared.

"This is the number of your battle match, and the number of each battle you win will be automatically matched and changed. ”

The voice of Yin Measurement clearly sounded in the ears of every disciple who entered the Sumeru space, and Wang Yan frowned when he heard it.

If among the eight elders of the Lieyang Sect, apart from Sun Wuwei, who had already hung up earlier, who else hated Wang Yan, except for Tie Cold-blooded or Iron-Cold-blooded.

Even Wang Yan was wondering at this moment, could it be that Han Hong leaked the news of his inheritance of the Extreme Heaven Venerable to Tie Lengxue, so the latter would target him everywhere like this?

"Sect Xiaobi, it's officially started!"

With Tie Cold-blooded order, the sign in each disciple's hand suddenly bloomed with a faint glow.

At the same time, the sky above the inner gate square of the Lieyang Sect suddenly changed, and a mirror surface as smooth as a mirror and a hundred feet square appeared.

Every move in the Sumeru space is revealed in this hundred-foot-square mirror.

The disciples in the virtual space didn't know that at this moment, the sign in their hands seemed to have turned into a ray of light in the eyes of people outside the virtual space.

It was intertwined with the light formed by the signatures in the hands of the rest of the disciples who entered the virtual space, forming a network of lines that shrouded hundreds of miles.

As long as the two lines intersect together, the owner of these two lines, that is, the disciple holding the sign, instantly appears in the same space.

This is the role of the sect Xiaobi entering the virtual space, which is completely randomly assigned by the formation outlined in it.

With a flower in front of him, he opened his eyes again, and there was already a strange inner disciple in front of him.

Wang Yan was slightly stunned, and soon came to his senses, and smiled lightly, "Wang Yan." ”

"Ren Zhengfeng. ”

After a simple self-report, Wang Yan made a gesture of please, but this disciple of Ren Zhengfeng's inner door did not say anything.

Wang Yan's brows jumped slightly, and just as he was about to ask, he saw Ren Zhengfeng's cold face turn into a bitter gourd face.

"Senior Brother Wang, can you ...... Can you show mercy?"

Faced with this sudden words, Wang Yan was stunned on the spot, and several seconds passed before he came back to his senses.

Looking at the wry smile on his face, Ren Zhengfeng shook his head helplessly, "Senior Brother Ren, it's not that I can't, but I can't follow the rules." ”

"The Second Elder has already said before, you must go all out and not cheat, otherwise you will be expelled from the sect. ”

Suddenly, Ren Zhengfeng said with a sad face: "Then Senior Brother Wang will start later, can you be lighter?"

"Lighter, I...... Try your best. ”

In the face of such a strange person, Wang Yan really didn't know what to say, how could he match him with such an opponent?

Moreover, Ren Zhengfeng was also a martial cultivator at the peak of the Eightfold Realm of Forging Stars, why didn't he even have the courage to fight when he met him? When did he become so daunting?

"Senior Brother Wang, come on. ”

Wang Yan smiled, as deep as the ink pupils of the night, staring at Ren Zhengfeng coldly.

"There are no words for your fists and feet, Senior Brother Ren is careful!"

After saying that, Wang Yan no longer hesitated, stepped on one foot fiercely, and the whole person shot towards Ren Zhengfeng like a cannonball.

The man is still halfway, bending his arms and waving his fists.

The whole action is done in one go, without any sense of stagnation.

A trace of indescribable rhyme of heaven and earth, rippling and opening, and the feeling of being natural made Ren Zhengfeng's complexion suddenly change greatly.

"This ...... It's the rule?!"

muttered silently, Ren Zhengfeng couldn't raise half of his fighting spirit, so he was ready to admit defeat on the spot.

But at this time, Tie's cold-blooded voice sounded again, making Ren Zhengfeng even have the heart to die.

"Those who admit defeat before they have fought will be regarded as fleeing without a fight and will also be expelled from the sect!"

These words sounded very timely, because if it was so second at night, Ren Zhengfeng would spit out the word admit defeat.

It seems that Tie is cold-blooded and pays attention to Wang Yan's every move at all times, specifically targeting him.

"Fission Fist!"

Wang Yan, who had planned to use the strongest attack ground rank martial art as soon as he entered the field, changed his mind at this moment and unleashed a fission fist that he hadn't used for a long time.

And all this is because of the words of the cold-blooded iron.

Although the fission fist is a yellow-level martial art, it can be Wang Yan's current cultivation, once it is used, its momentum is huge, which is comparable to the Xuan-level martial arts.

In the vast white space, more than twenty fist shadows appeared in an instant.

As the shadow of the fist roared, it fissed again into forty, and then into eighty.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the white space was filled with fist shadows.

And the center of the fist shadow is Ren Zhengfeng, who has been completely surrounded by the fist shadow in the sky!