Chen Yu stood in place, and suddenly felt a fierce and hostile gaze.

At first glance, he saw the fierce man with the head of yin and yang, who was the fourth "Hu Yiba" in the last big competition.

Now.

The "circle of wicked people" where Hu Yiba, Huang Yuan, Yang Fan and others belonged made many disciples afraid and did not dare to approach.

Wang Lingyun is a member of this circle.

Seeing Wang Lingyun flattering and wandering around the circle of wicked people, Chen Yu knew that he didn't have any good ideas.

Sure enough.

Several people in this circle of wicked people glanced at Chen Yu with unkind faces.

Chen Yuhun didn't care, holding his number plate, and casually watched the fight on the competition platform.

With his current level, he needs at least twenty battles in front of the outer gate to be a little interesting.

After a dozen battles.

A handsome young man with long hair fluttering ascended the competition platform, which made the eyes of some female disciples shine.

"It's Lefeng!"

"The man of the year in this big competition!"

Lefeng's handsome face and gentle temperament attract many eyes.

Especially some female disciples.

"This style of music is really the 'perfect prince' in the outer door. ”

"Hehehe, yes, he is handsome, approachable, and strong, and I heard that he is still the young master of a big family. ”

In the eyes of the female disciples, the music style is perfect and impeccable.

On the stage.

Lefeng's opponent is a black-faced boy in the late stage of Tongmai, and his strength can be ranked in the top twenty.

This battle is a bit interesting.

"Let's go. ”

The enforcer waved his hand, and the fight began.

"I'd like to see the strength of your outer genius. ”

The black-faced teenager was not convinced.

is also in the late stage of Tongmai, why is the other party a figure in the outer sect and favored by so many female disciples?

Wave Breaker!

The black-faced young man waved the big knife in his hand, and the astonishing internal breath surged on the blade, producing layers of knife waves and fierce winds, which were very powerful.

Swish!

But in front of him, the afterimage flickered, and the sword wave and wind were completely in the air.

The black-faced boy secretly screamed badly.

The next moment.

Le Feng's figure moved to his side, and after a few more rounds, the afterimage flickered.

Puff puff!

The black-faced boy stabbed several times in a row, all of which were in the air, and his face became more and more ugly.

After the real confrontation, he understood how much the opponent's body suppressed him.

Whew!

In the elegant footwork of the music wind, a palm was suddenly imprinted in front of him, and a wonderful internal breath palm power rushed in.

Clang!

The black-faced young man barely held it with a knife, but his body staggered, and the other party's wonderful palm power unloaded the power of his knife.

"Come down. ”

Le Feng suddenly smiled and cut in with his other hand.

"Dangchang" sounded.

The black-faced young man's hands were numb, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Good!"

"It's really clever to grab the white blade empty-handed!"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience. Some female disciples even screamed.

Lefeng's hand is so beautiful!

Even in the central pavilion, the three big names of the sect were all sideways.

"This seedling still has some potential. ”

Sect Master Yunyue said with a smile.

The white-haired old man and Aunt Xia also nodded slightly.

This is the first time since the start of the war that someone has been recognized by the three big shots.

"You ......"

The black-faced boy was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Accept it, this senior brother, although your internal breath knife technique is fierce, but you are lacking in the use of internal breath. ”

Le Feng smiled and clenched his fists.

He picked up the big knife on the ground and handed it to the black-faced boy.

"Thank you for the advice, I'm convinced. ”

The black-faced teenager was flattered.

The music style is victorious but not arrogant, approachable, and has been unanimously recognized by the seniors of the sect present.

"Cut! Hypocrisy......"

A shrill voice came from the "circle of wicked".

The owner of this voice is none other than Huang Yuan.

He is very unaccustomed to the music style, especially some time ago, he lost to the music style.

But soon, he was drowned out by the "crusade" of a group of women.

"This style of music is a big rival. I heard that this person is the best at using a sword, and he didn't even have a sword just now. ”

Hu Yiba said in a deep voice.

In this big competition, Hu Yiba's goal is at least the top three.

Then, Lefeng will be his big rival!

The outer door is a big competition, and the two martial arts platforms of A and B compete in a round of competition.

"Duan Xiaolong is on the field. ”

The No. A competition platform set off a wave of enthusiasm.

I saw that a handsome man stepped onto the competition platform.

"Duan Xiaolong!"

Chen Yu looked at it. For this legend of the outer gate, he is like thunder.

Duan Xiaolong is in his twenties, but there is a sense of vicissitudes on his face, his eyes are deep, and he has the taste of a mature man.

His appearance attracted the reverent eyes of a group of disciples.

"Senior Brother Duan, I should have admitted defeat. But it's also an honor to play against you. ”

On the other side, a teenager in the middle of the pulse was nervous.

Iron Plough Fist!

After speaking, the young man used his life's strength and punched out, with the sound of thunder and rain.

Well?

Chen Yu found that what the young man performed was the familiar "Iron Plough Fist", and the fire was actually approaching Dacheng.

The power of this blow is naturally good.

Chen Yu subconsciously substituted himself into the teenager.

Iron Plough Fist!

A powerful punch hit Duan Xiaolong's face.

Duan Xiaolong did not move at all, his face was expressionless, and when that punch was completely old, there was nothing to collect...... He moved!

Syllable!

A rough and powerful hand grabbed the boy's wrist.

The young man's body shook and stiffened.

At the same moment.

Chen Yu in the audience was shocked. Because at that moment just now, he "substituted" himself into the boy.

Duan Xiaolong's powerful grasp seemed to be buckled on the seven inches of the snake.

Chen Yu's face turned pale.

Although, he has more power and stronger punches. But if you are caught at the wrist, how can you still be lucky?

Duan Xiaolong's shot gave him an incomparably sophisticated, simple sense of simplicity.

"I throw in the towel. ”

The young man's face was flushed, and his wrist seemed to be stuck by iron tongs, and he couldn't move.

Duan Xiaolong's first appearance is so simple and simple.

Off the field, those disciples who wanted to compete for the first and top three had solemn faces.

"It's not bad. ”

A faint laugh came from a young man holding a folding fan.

Now. Only the "Nangong Ceremony" on the first day of the outer gate can be evaluated lightly.

Coincidentally.

Not long after Duan Xiaolong appeared on the stage, Nangong Li came on the stage.

No. B Tournament Stage.

Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hand, and opposite him was a cold young man with a spear in his hand.

Nangong Li to Yang Fan. ”

Many expectant eyes converged on the No. B competition platform.

Yang Fan held the silver spear in his hand, and his face was solemn. He knew that Nangong Li was very strong, but even if he lost his first game, he couldn't lose too badly.

Rage Gun!

The silver spear in Yang Fan's hand shook, and a shocking gun shadow was cold, like an angry Jiao, and it went straight to Nangong Li.

The top ten combat power of the outer gate, whether it is the power speed or the timing of the shot, are difficult to pick.

"This Yang Fan's strength is a few points stronger than when he fought me that day. ”

Chen Yu said secretly.

At the outer door exchange meeting, he fought with Yang Fan, and there was an equal at that time.

"Haha, it's not too weak. ”

Nangong Li held the folding fan in his hand, did not dodge or dodge, and spun it directly.

Tent pop!

The fan carried a powerful whirlwind force and drew on Yang Fan's silver spear.

What the!

Yang Fan's complexion changed greatly, and he only felt that his silver spear was stabbing towards the ground a little uncontrollably.

"Don't think!

Yang Fan's reaction was not bad, so he simply used this power to breathe inside the silver spear, and swept through a deep cold arc of light, sweeping straight to the bottom of Nangong Li.

Good!

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but applaud. The top ten outside the door are by no means fuel-efficient.

"Huh. ”

Suddenly the sound of playful laughter came from mid-air.

Swish!

Leaving an afterimage on the spot, Nangong Li rose up in the air and stepped down with one foot.

That kick stepped on Yang Fan's silver spear.

Not good!

Yang Fan only felt a strange soft force, sticking to the barrel of his gun, but it was extremely heavy, making his breathing heavy.

Step on!

In the next moment, Nangong Li followed the silver spear, jumped up, flew up, and kicked Yang Fan on the shoulder.

"Bang!"

Yang Fan was shocked by a shocking breath and flew out, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the silver spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Nangong Lisheng!

In the midst of laughter and play, Nangong Li's strength on the first day was impressive.

"This Nangong Li, in terms of body speed, even above the music style, was simply playing just now. ”

Chen Yu saw it very accurately.

At present, among the opponents who appeared on the stage, there were also Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong, which made him unable to see clearly.

A certain moment.

"No. 99 vs. No. 106. ”

No. B competed with Wutai, and the enforcers shouted.

Hmm? number 99!

Chen Yu's heart jumped, it was his turn to appear!

No. B Tournament Stage.

Chen Yu came on the field and looked at a thin teenager opposite.

The slender young man, who had the same mid-stage cultivation as him, was working on his inner breath, brewing an attack.

"Chen Yu!"

"He's the guy who eats soft rice and soaks 'Mu Xueqing' in his hands?"

In the crowd, there was a sudden commotion.

Among them, there is no lack of jealousy, disdain, and hostile eyes.

"Xue Qing?"

In the middle pavilion, Aunt Xia sighed softly.

"Senior Sister Xia, the Mu Xueqing mentioned in the crowd seems to be the disciple you recently accepted, right?"

Sect Master Yunyue said with a smile.

"Hmm. ”

Aunt Xia bowed, and Mu Xueqing was her disciple.

At this moment, she frowned slightly, and a teenager on the stage seemed to be a little entangled with her female disciple.

On stage, the confrontation begins!

Three-inch fist!

The thin young man on the opposite side shot extremely fast, and his fists roared, and almost in the blink of an eye, he blasted straight in front of Chen Yu.

Chen Yuyuan was ready to punch over.

But he suddenly thought that the last time he kicked the short boy of the Iron Sword Gate, he directly kicked out the internal injury.

And right now, a thin teenager in the middle of the pulse is afraid that he will not be beaten.

Well...... After all, they are all the same door, so there is no need to be ruthless.

With this in mind.

He changed his fist and grabbed it with his hands.

Syllable!

Chen Yu grabbed the opponent's fist with one hand.

The thin young man's face changed, and he felt that the other party's palm, like the Buddha's big hand, could not be shaken at all.

"From. ”

Chen Yu waved his hand, like grabbing a ball, and threw the boy out of the competition platform.

Because.

He remembered a rule that as long as he got out of the ring, his opponent would lose.

Plop!

The young man was like a sandbag, and was thrown out of the competition platform by Chen Yu, and several disciples were also harmed.

Off the field, there was a burst of shouting and scolding.

"Ahh

"I'm going! ”

"This game, how to throw people. ”

No. B Tournament Stage.

The two enforcers were stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Yu strangely, and announced his victory.