That Wu Cheng was close to Fang Zheng and bombarded his abdomen with a punch, and suddenly he only felt a huge force attacking, and the whole person flew in upside down like a human cannonball. only heard a loud bang, and Wu Cheng was bombarded in the corner of the fighting platform, and the whole person was mixed with a spasm, and the mixed body was convulsed non-stop, and a mouthful of crimson blood gushed out of his mouth violently the moment he landed. The whole person suddenly lost the strength to fight, and the whole person was like a puppy curled up in the corner of the fighting platform, looking embarrassed.

"Fangzheng, good, you're the best!" One blow threw Wu Cheng to the ground and lost his combat power, and suddenly the little fat man Lu Nanqi in the audience cheered loudly.

As soon as Wu Cheng lost his strength in battle, the silver flying sword weapon that was fighting with Fangzheng's top-grade metallic flying sword magic weapon lost the control of its master and fell to the ground with a clatter. So far, Founder's first battle ended in a great victory, and Founder's victory was successfully upgraded. "No, this is the end of the battle, this Wu Cheng is too bad! Before he could survive the tea, he was put down!"

"This square is too strong, isn't it? Why didn't I know that there was such a number one person in the outer gate of the Immortal Gate, and it was also in the late stage of qi refining, why was the gap so big?"

"Is this Fang Zheng too strong, or is this Wu Cheng the light outside the Xiuhua pillow, it's useless! ”

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As soon as the shouting of the little fat man Lu Nanqi fell, there was a burst of exclamations on the eighty fighting platform, and one after another exclamations sounded in the crowd, which was simply incredible, Fang Zheng He was so strong, and he finished the battle so quickly. The little fat man Lu Nanqi listened to everyone's praise of Fang Zheng, and felt that he had a lot of face, as if it was not Sun Hao who defeated Wu Cheng, but he was ordinary.

"Senior Brother Wu conceded. After a long while, Wu Cheng eased the injuries in his body, and stood up on the Purple Dou Dharma platform, and immediately Fang Zheng hugged his fist.

"Senior Brother Sun is polite, you are not unjust if you are not as good as others in your skills, give, this is my number plate, you won!" Wu Cheng waved his hand at Fang Zheng when he heard this, received the flying sword magic weapon on the ground into the storage bag on his waist, and then threw the number plate given by Xianmen to Fang Zhengdao when he registered.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wu!" Hearing this, Fang Zheng took the number plate thrown by Wu Cheng, and then thanked him. And that Wu Cheng lost face because he lost to Fang Zheng so quickly, and he didn't want to stay here longer, so he arched his hand to Fang Zheng, and then separated with a gloomy face. Since then, he has no chance with the outer gate of the immortal gate in this world, and he can only wait for three years to enter the inner gate of the immortal gate.

After receiving Wu Cheng's number plate, Fang Zheng immediately flew down from the fighting platform. He has escalated his victory, and this fighting platform has to be given to others.

"Fangzheng, that's good, it's worthy of our awakening in advance, and we can get rid of the opponent so quickly! Oh! By the way, what happened to the fireball you put before Fangzheng! Could it be that you are a fire attribute spirit root, how can you release the fireball? Didn't Master say that you are a miscellaneous spirit root? How can you release such a big fireball?" Fang Zheng got off the fighting platform, and the little fat man Lu Nanqi punched Fang Zheng hard, and then asked Fang Zheng with a puzzled face. At the time of the fight, he saw Fang Zheng releasing the fireball, and he immediately wanted to ask for an understanding.

"Uh... This, Lu Nanqi, I don't know! I just think that if I can absorb the fire spiritual power that is floating in the heaven and earth, I will absorb some of it! I didn't expect that I could release it with a flick of my hand!" When Fang Zheng heard this, he also had a look that he couldn't say. He was also wondering how he could have a fire attribute spiritual root.

"Oh! I see! Fangzheng, you have also upgraded, it seems that there is nothing to do today, let's take a walk! The little fat man Lu Nanqi saw that Fang Zheng couldn't say why, and he didn't bother to continue to ask questions, so he suddenly couldn't help but change his words.

Indeed, Fang Zheng's victory has been successfully upgraded, and it doesn't make much sense to stay here, four or five thousand outer disciples will not be able to compete in a while and a half, and the winners only need to wait for tomorrow's competition, so that they will know who their opponents are in the next round of competition!

The time of the day passed quietly, and early the next morning, Fang Zheng and Lu Nanqi came to Zawangfeng to wait for the draw to decide who the opponent would be in the next round. After yesterday's one-day battle, nearly 5,000 outer disciples only need more than 2,000 people to upgrade victoriously, and today, the Jindan Stage Elder of the Immortal Realm Gate gathered all the winners together, confiscated their number plates and reissued new number plates, it is still the same as yesterday, which odd number is odd to odd, one to two, three to four.

Founder's number plate this time is 197. His opponent was number one hundred and ninety-eight. Today's Fang Zheng's luck is surprisingly good, this one hundred and ninety-eight is just a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining, called Cao Liang, due to good luck, he met a monk in the early stage of Qi refining, and yesterday's victory was successfully upgraded, but today his luck is not so good, when he meets Fang Zheng in the late stage of Qi refining, Fang Zheng is effortless, three times five divided by two to put the opponent down, and it is extremely easy to obtain the opponent's number plate, Fang Zheng's victory again was successfully upgraded.

Due to the number of people reduced by half, a total of two competitions were held today, and the top 500 were finalized in one fell swoop, and today's competition is over. And Fang Zheng's luck is really good, until the top 500 are decided, Fang Zheng has not encountered a decent opponent, and his strength is not as good as Wu Cheng who met in the first round! It can be said that under the surprise attack of Fang Zheng's body comparable to a demon beast, the other party basically did not make any effective response before Fang Zheng was put to the ground and hurriedly finished the battle.

The sun is setting, today's competition is over, those who enter the top 500 are the elite of the outer disciples, and they can't continue that simple competition, for the sake of fairness and justice, this has to be specially evaluated by the referee, and as long as they enter the top 500, they can compete for the place of the inner disciples of the Xianmen. Founder successfully entered the top 500, and just had this qualification.

"Great, Fang Zheng, what kind of shit luck did you go today! The opponent you met was weaker than the other, and these five hundred strong were squeezed into it by you casually, and tomorrow you only need to win three games in a row to be the inner disciple of the Xianmen." Seeing that Fang Zheng casually let go of the opponent and entered the top 500, at the end of the competition, the little fat man Lu Nanqi scolded Fang Zheng with a smile, feeling that Fang Zheng's luck was so good, so easy to enter the top 500.