"Click!"

In the arena of the Qingyang City Martial Arts Competition, Shang Shaoyan released the attributes of the rock system, his hands quickly lithified, and then crossed directly in front of him.

"Greedy Wolf Emperor's legs!"

At this time, a contestant descended from the sky, and his right foot was infused with spiritual power, forming a wave of qi that disturbed the space and pressed down violently.

"It's a killer!"

"This is a medium-grade martial arts, and the comprehension can be extremely rocky!"

"Although that kid is a rock cultivator, he may not be able to carry it!"

On the spectator seat, experts from all walks of life were discussing.

Everyone in the audience is paying attention to this battle, to be exact, they are paying attention to the contestant with strong legs, because he is the favorite to win the championship this year, and his strength has reached the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm!

However.

Just when everyone was full of anticipation, Shang Shaoyan easily caught the other party's kick with his arm, and the sharp athlete's foot roared wildly from the surroundings, but his body was as stable as a rock!

"How is that possible!"

The favorite to win the championship has a dull expression.

With this kick of his own, the rocks can be shattered, and although his arm is protected by stones, he can't ...... Leave it intact!

"Brush!" At this time, before his body fell to the ground according to inertia, Shang Shaoyan suddenly pulled out a hand and blasted it over at a tricky angle, which seemed ordinary, and directly cracked the space.

"What!"

The high-ranking people watching the battle stood up in shock.

One palm, shatter the space! What kind of martial arts is this son exerting!

"It's over......" felt the palm that shattered the void pressing with a domineering momentum, and the favorite to win the championship suddenly felt cold, because he couldn't dodge it, because ...... It's just a matter of losing, and if you don't do it, you have to stay in bed for three or five months!

"Whew!"

At this moment, the palm print suddenly stopped abruptly at the moment when it touched the face, and the strong wind ruffled the black hair and blew the face.

"Goo-toot!"

The contestant swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his heart was beating wildly, and there was a great possibility that it would pop out of his mouth.

"Brush!"

Shang Shaoyan withdrew his palm, took two steps back, and said with a fist: "Accept!"

He could have dealt a heavy blow to his opponent, but the competition was about the point, and naturally he would not make a dead hand.

"You...... Won ......" The contestant walked out of the ring in despair, and at this point, the final of the Qingyang City Martial Arts Conference was over, and the champion and five thousand spirit stones belonged to Shang Shaoyan.

"Awesome!"

"Who is this son's teacher?"

"Shang Shaoyan, I haven't heard of it at all!"

Masters from all walks of life have cast appreciative glances, after all, they can play all the way to the finals and finally defeat the favorite, which is really capable!

"Go and inquire if you have joined the sect. The bigwigs present were moved, hoping to include this person in their subordinates, but unfortunately, after Shang Shaoyan received the reward, he left without looking back, and did not give a chance to solicit at all.

......

The second apprentice won the championship, and the competition process was quite normal, on the other hand, in the ring of the Longquan City competition, it was already shrouded in flames at the moment, and the contestants who finally reached the finals squatted in the only corner without flames, crying: "I surrender, I surrender!"

"Don't!"

Song Ning'er rubbed the flame with her little hand and said, "I haven't enjoyed it yet." ”

“......”

The contestants burst into tears.

If you're addicted, I'll be a roast suckling pig!

"Champion, Song Ning'er!"

As the contestants choose to surrender, the referee can only declare the end of the competition and hand over the champion with a reward of several thousand spirit stones, as well as a certificate of honor.

"Third Senior Brother!" Song Ning'er took the resources and certificates, waved at Leng Xingquan in the audience, and said happily: "I won!"

"Cut. ”

Leng Xingquan turned his face and said secretly: "What is there to be happy about." ”

......

In the competition venue of another city, the wind attribute gradually weakened, and the contestants under the ring were lying on the ground wearing only white pants, and people had already fainted.

"Announce it. ”

Lin Qifu said with a smile.

"......" The referee turned around and said loudly: "Champion, Zhen Yingjun!"

It can be seen from here that the five apprentices are old and know how to use a fake name when they go out, but Zhen Yingjun can compete with Shen Qianqiu's Zhen Mei.

"Brush!"

Lin Qifu first straightened his body, then turned sideways, stroked the bangs in front of his forehead with his hand, looked at the girls in the audience one by one, and said with a gentle smile: "Don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend." ”

"So handsome!"

"No, I'm going to suffocate!"

The girls who had no love experience were suddenly fascinated.

It's a pity that Lin Qifu has to hurry back to the mountain to recover his life, otherwise he will definitely stay in the city, look for a beautiful girl, and then take her away, and then ask if he has been treated unfairly.

Arrest people first and then ask, it's the old style.

......

Three apprentices participated in three martial arts competitions and won the championship.

It's normal, after being cultivated by Shen Qianqiu in an all-round way, all of them are veterans of cross-level battles, and they are absolutely invincible when they participate in this kind of low-level competition.

What counts as advanced?

Tie Dazhu's competition is a higher grade, because the upper age limit is 50 years old.

The events that Shang Shaoyan and others participate in are limited to thirty years old, even if someone comes to participate in the card age, their strength will be at the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm.

The tournament in Feiyang City is different, because the upper limit is fifty, so many older players often break through the second step and have extremely rich combat experience.

Of course.

The level of the event is high, and the rewards are also abundant.

Whoever can win the championship not only has 10,000 spirit stones, but also a book of medium-grade martial arts.

It stands to reason that at least Leng Xingquan or Lin Qifu have to participate in an event of this level, how could Shen Qianqiu send a heavy iron pillar of the Qi Gathering Realm?

This is because ......

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the ring of the martial arts competition, the fist wind and qi waves were roaring, and a martial artist whose strength was at the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm was making crazy moves, and the power of each blow was increasing!

"Whew!"

After three hundred and sixty punches, he stopped, and a smile rose into his mouth.

Under his own bombardment, his opponent was already lying on the ground, with a blue nose and swollen face, and a crooked mouth and slanted eyes.

Not denying.

This guy was very resistant to beating, but still lost.

The referee walked up, first probed the situation, and was about to raise his hand to count down, when he suddenly saw the man stand up with a 'click', and then shook his head with a 'click', and said, "It's over?"

"Poof!"

The contestants fell to the ground in shock.

Oh my god, being beaten like this, ...... You can still stand up!

The referee's eyes also widened, but after all, he had professional ethics, and when he saw that the players could fight, he immediately retreated, representing that the game went on as usual.

"Come, come, come. ”

Tie Dazhu shook his head and shoulders, stood in front of the contestants, showed his white teeth and smiled: "Either you beat me to death, or I beat you to death." ”

"Damn!"

The warrior stood up and bombarded with spiritual power again.

Punch again and again, hit in the face, chest, abdomen, waist, and although he can always put him to the ground, the guy can always stand up as if nothing happened.

"Woo woo!" the contestant was weak and couldn't beat the chest of the iron pillar, he couldn't control his emotions and cried, he was exhausted, but this guy was still strong, it was too shocking, too much!

"Good. ”

Tie Dazhu patted the back of his head and comforted, "Don't cry." ”

Taking the opportunity, he grabbed his waist and threw it out like a sandbag, and said to the dumbfounded referee: "Did I win?"

"Win...... It's over!"

Tie Dazhu strode out of the ring, blood still spurting from his head.

The referee hurriedly followed, worried: "This player, do you need to bandage it?"

"Smack!"

Tie Dazhu hit his head, instantly stopped the bleeding, and said disapprovingly: "Compared with the care of the master, this injury is simply an itch." ”

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