**It's been more than ten years since I came here, and there are only a few martial artists sent out to the Eight Islands so far, and none of those few people have been able to become martial artists smoothly!

This is also a depressed thing in his heart, before, he placed great hopes on Zhang Peng and Zhang Kun, today, the two brothers have been defeated one after another, but it is the most unsuccessful third son Zhang Ya who has actually supported until now.

He moved his gaze back to the field, although Zhang Ya's current situation is a little more stable, the danger is still there.

There are many places where the Phantom Divine Palm he has used is just similar in shape, and the black-clothed martial artist has completely mastered his martial arts routines at this time, and he is just looking for an opportunity to subdue him!

Zhang Ya counted silently in his heart, and now he was almost seventy moves, and the opponent's offensive was getting more and more fierce.

And the jade Buddha statue on his chest now has no reaction, and his body has become empty, if he wants to hold on to another thirty moves, it is really too difficult.

Before he could come to his senses, he was slapped several times, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and at the same time he coughed violently, and his face turned pale.

** couldn't help but stand up, his face looked extremely ugly.

The black-clothed martial artist kicked out heavily, and Zhang Ya's body flew out, sliding out more than ten meters away against the ground.

His martial artist sneered, walked in front of the **, saluted, and was about to retreat, Zhang Ya actually stood up slowly, "Don't go, I can still fight!"

"Are you really going to die?", the black-clad warrior twisted his head towards him.

He shook his head coldly, "According to the rules, you must defeat me completely, and there are still more than twenty moves!"

"Okay, you have backbone, but you will never show mercy in the future, if you hurt the third young master, please forgive me!"

As soon as the words fell, the black-clothed martial artist pounced on him, his palms slammed into Zhang Ya's chest, and the bodies of the two flew high at the same time.

There was an extremely feminine qi in his palm, this true qi completely enveloped Zhang Ya, and his body was completely controlled, and this palm slapped firmly on his chest.

As soon as the suction in the black-clothed martial artist's hand weakened, his body fell heavily from the air again.

He only heard a loud "bang", his head was facing the ground first, and his upper body sank to the ground, leaving a pair of feet on the ground to shake a few times from time to time.

** sighed, although this kid's perseverance is commendable, the difference in strength is too far, and it is futile to persist any longer.

He was about to get up and leave, but his eyes couldn't help but glance in Zhang Ya's direction again.

Zhang Ya's feet kicked in the air a few times, and then he didn't move, it seemed that he was no longer able to fight.

Although the process is amazing, the result is the same, and it seems that there is still nothing happy this year.

The black-clothed martial artist walked up to Zhang Ya, grabbed his legs with his hands, and with a light lift, Zhang Ya slowly broke free from the ground, and he helped him gently pat the dirt on his body, "Third Young Master, admit defeat!"

Zhang Ya insisted on standing up, his face was now full of mud, but his belligerent eyes were not timid.

"Go on!", he was still able to speak, and his body slowly stood up.

"Why do you bother, I'm afraid that if you slap down, your life will not be saved!"

"It's better to die at your hands than to live like this!", Zhang Ya's voice carried a ruthlessness.

This is completely different from the always weak him, and in the past three months, he has indeed changed too much.

"Okay, since that's the case, then I'll fulfill you!", the black-clothed warrior's face also changed.

As a martial artist, you must accept the challenge of the next level of samurai at any time, and you must not have the slightest reservation, which is also a kind of respect for the spirit of martial arts.

Zhang Ya nodded slightly, "Thank you!"

This round of offensive was much faster than just now, but something strange happened, Zhang Ya's body suddenly became much more flexible, although he seemed to be scattered, but every time he avoided it just right.

He is no longer able to attack, but he has improved a lot in defense, he has learned the lessons of the previous rounds of competition, with his current skills, he can only defend to the death, whether he can hold the last twenty moves, it only depends on the will of God!

There was a melodious flute sound in the distance, the sound was tactful and lingering, crisp and pleasant, and unconsciously attracted people's hearts to the past, and even the two people in the field couldn't help but be stunned at the moment when the flute came.

Several women gently floated to the ground, ** their faces changed, these women are from one of the eight continents called "Fengyue Continent"!

Is there something important about them suddenly appearing here?

He was about to step forward and salute, when the woman in charge gently shook her hand at him, signaling him to watch the competition in the field!

Zhang Ya has insisted on more than ten moves, as long as he can take ten more moves, he can become a junior martial artist and enter the eight continents, this is the dream of every warrior!

It's just that in the past few years, no one has been able to become a samurai on the same day and be able to go straight to the rank of martial artist, is he going to create such a miracle today?

Getting closer and closer to that miracle, the expression of the black-clothed martial artist also changed, he used a trick, and the three white lights in his hand went straight towards Zhang Ya, these three white lights slowly turned into three colors when they approached Zhang Ya's body under the background of the sun, red, yellow and green!

This is the "Three-Colored Palm!", it is mixed with three different powers, not to mention that ordinary samurai can't dodge, even some martial artists may not be able to take his palm!

Hearing a loud bang, Zhang Ya's body flew into the air again, flying extremely high, and people raised their heads and watched him fly as fast as paper.

His body flew into the air, the qi and blood in his body had already flowed backwards, it was extremely difficult to breathe, and his face was already extremely red.

In that high sky, he seemed to see far away, beyond this island, those places full of magical temptations, and saw his past life!

Zhu Di's hideous face shook in front of him, he wouldn't end his life here, if he could, he wanted to go back there, he would kill this uncle who killed his father and queen mother with his own hands!

A smile appeared on his face, and the smile was faint, and he saw the loving eyes of his parents, and he didn't want to die like this!

A spiritual light shot out from his chest, and the three rays of light converged, slowly melting them, and these rays of light finally focused into the same ray, and his body slowly floated down again.

Different from everyone's imagination, he actually fell to the ground steadily, his posture was extremely beautiful, and at the moment he landed, he gently turned his body in place, a little chic!

"A hundred moves have passed, can I become a martial artist now?".