Mentong had always been a very steady man, his nails were always short and neatly trimmed, and his fists were always square, flat. His moves are mundane and seem to lack variety, and he is not a man known for his fancy tricks.

With one against three and being forced on the edge of the ring, it looks like he's at a disadvantage.

But it only looks like a disadvantage. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been defeated a long time ago in such an embarrassing situation, but Mentong's punches were still straight and his movements were still stable.

Zhao Ziji was very anxious, he felt that the situation was already very uneasy, seeing that Mentong and the other party had dismantled more than 100 moves but had no advantage, he almost yelled loudly. Mu Yunxuan saw his uneasiness, and asked with a smile, "Do you think Mentong is going to lose?"

"This still needs to be asked, you see he is stupid, these tricks are too ordinary. ”

Mu Yunxuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "What you see is still too shallow, have you noticed that the demolition move has passed more than one hundred and thirty, and the breathing of those three people is already very short, not only has Mentong's breathing not been messy, but even the rhythm of the move has not changed." If I'm not mistaken, he deliberately retreated to the ring, he is not known for tricks, and if one of these three people always harasses him behind his back, he will not be able to deal with it. Mentong's internal strength is definitely one of the best among all the disciples, even above my second brother, if he exerts his strength, the battle will end in an instant. The reason why the situation has developed so far, I can only think of one thing, the last game ended too quickly, he was deliberately delaying time, as for why ······" He glanced at Zhao Ziji: "I think you should understand better than me, I really envy you for this kind of friendship." ”

Of course, Zhao Ziji understood, his eyes were a little moist. Taking a deep breath, he held back the emotions that had just fermented, and his eyes began to glow with a strange brilliance when he looked at Mentong.

The time limit for a group of competitions is only two incense sticks, seeing that the second pillar of incense has burned more than half, Mentong suddenly exerted his strength on the fist of an attacking disciple, this disciple was stunned by the sudden huge impact, his body maintained a punching posture and flew out upside down, and actually flew out directly from this side of the ring to the other side of the ring, and also smashed the two disciples of the melee on the other side out of the arena together, and did not even stumble halfway, and went out directly. When he sat on the ground, his fists didn't come back, and he was completely stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses until the other disciple sitting under his ass couldn't stand the weight on his waist and began to push him.

Mentong crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his whole body was actually covered with white mist. The white mist slowly turned golden, getting stronger and stronger, and the other disciples in the ring were stunned, and even the two who were fighting with Mentong forgot to attack, this... This is Jiuyang True Qi! Oh my God, it has only been five years since he entered the door, and he has actually cultivated Jiuyang True Qi, what a terrifying and condensed inner breath this is, doesn't that mean that he has broken through the realm of mortal bodies and can release true qi to attack? The so-called realm where fallen leaves and flying flowers are all sharp weapons is nothing more than this, what a terrible person this is.

Mentong turned his palms into his hands and pushed forward, and all the golden aura rushed towards him like a strong shock wave storm, as if he had been hit by a huge tsunami, and the remaining six disciples were all rushed to the bottom of the stage. Mentong glanced at the remaining half of the incense and shook his head. Is he still in a hurry, but if he continues to dismantle the moves, he may not be able to hold on, he is not known for his flexibility, so he can only release such a powerful force to solve the battle in one go.

Even Zhao Ziji couldn't close his mouth in shock, everyone lived in a dormitory, and they didn't find that Mentong was already such a terrifying existence, not to mention the top five among all the disciples, I am afraid that they have the ability to compete for the top three. Suddenly, a chilling battle intent broke his contemplation, and he turned his head in surprise, only to find that the senior brother's fists had been clenched unconsciously, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be a little crazy, and his body also exuded a faint golden aura. Where is this usually gentle and elegant elder brother, although this aura is still square, it makes Zhao Ziji almost suffocated. Mu Yun was stunned for a moment, and found that Zhao Ziji was looking at him, his eyes were a little wooden, and cold sweat was constantly dripping from his face.

Mu Yunxuan was shocked to realize that he had lost his temper, and immediately held his breath and stared, and the faint golden light dissipated. He smiled and said to Zhao Ziji: "Don't look at me like that, Senior Brother is also a human being, and he is also competitive." Mentong is indeed a disciple worthy of the pride of my sect, it is really happy, seeing him and my second brother, I think there is a great hope of winning the championship in this trial performance of Wu Mumen, compared to it, the difference between my level and this session is too great. Senior Brother Ziji, do you know······ The biggest dark horse is not your second senior brother and Mentong. "Zhao Ziji became more and more frightened, there are still masters? This Mumen is really the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. However, since Senior Brother Mentong and Li Wenwen were also unborn geniuses, why didn't they participate in the usual door exams in the first place?

If Mentong and Li Wenwen were here and heard this question, they would definitely say in unison that it was because it was too troublesome. Mentong may be sincere in thinking this, but what about Li Wenwen, even the second senior brother cares about Li Wenwen very much, is he the biggest dark horse? Zhao Ziji thought of this, and suddenly felt that he had never really understood the two senior brothers in the same dormitory.

Mentong stepped down from the stage, Li Wenwen walked over and handed him a handkerchief, Mentong wiped his sweat and said: "I have only broken through the realm of Jiuyang in recent days, and I tried it for the first time, but I didn't expect it to consume so much internal strength and physical strength." "Even if he had broken through more than 100 tricks with the three disciples before, he didn't sweat, but at this moment, he was sweating profusely. After taking a breath, he said to Li Wenwen again: "I'm sorry Wenwen, I can't parry the three-person attack together, and the defense alone is quite difficult." Li Wenwen smiled and hammered him and said: "It's already okay, no matter how modest I am, I can regard your behavior of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger as pride and hypocrisy." ”

Mentong thought to himself, hypocrisy, pride, do I have this qualification in front of you?

The end of the third game was neither fast nor slow, and after the two incense sticks, two disciples were still standing in the ring, tied for qualification. The two clasped each other's fists and saluted, and slowly walked out of the ring. Zhao Ziji recognized that one of them was a disciple of the previous session, named Wu Feixu, and one was one of the three disciples of the previous session of free study - Sun Rencheng. The strength of the two is relatively close, and in the end, they still stay in the ring to fight hotly until the gong sounds.

More and more competitions have passed, and the scenes are even more intense and abnormal, and the climax is repeated. Most of the games dragged on until 2 incense was burned, and there were always disciples left behind. And some of the matches were relatively flat, and some disciples were not willing to show their true kung fu before the final ranking competition, and there was even a game with 5 disciples. Mentong glanced at the direction between his questions, and whispered to himself: "Senior Brother Feng, do you know that we are all waiting for you, come on, you must catch up!"