In fact, there are some things that the bastard has never said, and even if he says it, Murong Bai can't listen to it, because in the process of becoming a peerless powerhouse, there are passes, which must be experienced in person. 『言*情*首*发【Full text reading baoly】

This pass is the love pass!

In the first round, after the competition of the ten disciples ended quickly, the second round of the competition has quietly begun.

I don't know if it was Xuanye's intention, or if Murong Bai and the others were very lucky, several of the strongest disciples did not collide in advance, and they were all fighting against some weaker disciples.

So the second round ended quickly before sunset.

In the end, six disciples, including Murong Bai, Joyful Allure, Long Xiaoshan, Feng Qingwu, Tiger Wings, and Dugu Jue, who won Yang Cong in a thrilling way, broke into the top six.

Murong Bai was quite surprised that Dugu was able to break into the top six, and at the same time, he also paid more attention to Yang Cong.

Because during the battle, the bastard found out that Yang Cong was deliberately letting Dugu die, this kind of deliberateness, maybe Murong Bai and other disciples couldn't see it, but the bastard and the Great Elder Xuanye were clear at a glance.

After thinking about it, Murong Bai was a little relieved, after Yang Cong's father Yang Wuji curled his braids, Yang Cong was like a grass without roots, and he urgently needed to stabilize himself before he could seek a breakthrough.

"Miscellaneous! Our grievances will be resolved in Xuantian Sect!" Yang Cong said provocatively to Murong Bai before leaving the ring.

"Boy, don't pretend to be cool in front of Lao Tzu! don't think that no one knows that you deliberately lost to Dugujue, when you wait for Xuantian Sect, Lao Tzu will definitely beat you to your knees and beg for mercy!" Murong Bai replied without showing weakness.

"Murong Bai, Hugh is talking big, who will kneel on the ground and beg for mercy at that time!" Yang Cong didn't know where the brave spirit came from, he paused his body, suddenly turned his head, and said to Murong Bai.

There was a hint of coldness in his voice, and even the eyes that looked at Murong Bai were full of a trace of disdain, as if Yang Cong didn't take Murong Bai seriously at all at this time.

Murong Bai's eyes flashed, and he said in his heart, this guy really treats himself as a green onion, Nainai, he looks like he is not cleaned up, and Lao Tzu is angry when he looks at it.

"Eat Lao Tzu's punch!" Murong Bai bit his heart with his teeth, and after the anger rushed straight to his head, he suddenly got up, turned into an afterimage, picked up his fists, and slammed towards Yang Cong.

Yang Cong's neck immediately shrank in fright, just now he originally thought that Murong Bai would not dare to do anything to him in the ring, because he had already finished the fight, and Murong Bai was still waiting to fight with others in the pillar of luck, so he said a few words on his mouth.

But he never expected that Murong Bai would rush out of the pillar of luck and fight with his fist.

Run!

Yang Cong knew that he was not Murong Bai's opponent, so without saying a word, he turned his head and ran, and his body technique was used to the extreme, and he said in his heart: As long as the master is out of the ring, you won't dare to chase after him.

The idea is good, but this time, Murong Bai is determined to avenge the dead Xiaoyaozhi, so not only is his body like electricity, but even the speed of his punches is as fast as thunder.

In an instant, thirty-six dragons and thirty-six tigers roared out directly.

Woo!

A violent storm suddenly set off in the sky above the ring, and in the wind and waves, several golden dragons and golden-eyed white-haired tiger demons turned into brilliant streamers and rushed towards Yang Cong.

Bang! Bang!

Yang Cong's figure that had just risen was suddenly slammed into the ground.

When a mouthful of blood spurted out, the entire body smashed directly on the formation light curtain, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Look at the knives!

Murong Bai was so unforgiving, with a flick of his wrist, the Black Flame Knife immediately flew out, a few points faster than lightning, turning into a sharp black match, and slashing towards Yang Cong.

"Murong Bai, after this battle of the Four Cities, Yang Cong is your junior brother, and you can't kill him!" Xuantian Sect's envoy suddenly spoke, and with a wave of his robe's sleeves, he swept the Black Flame Knife out.

Yang Cong picked up a life, then got up and bowed deeply to the elder who had presided over the Xuanwu bath.

Yang Cong is sincerely grateful, otherwise, this time he would have to capsize in the ditch.

But at this moment, Murong Bai's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand to mobilize the Black Flame Knife again, and with a whoosh, a black mang, poof, pierced Yang Cong's skin.

Revolve!

With a low cry in Murong Bai's heart, the black flame knife on Yang Cong's skin suddenly spun around, cutting off Yang Cong's right and wrong roots with one sword!

Yes!

Yang Cong never expected that Murong Bai would dare to attack himself again in front of the messenger, and under the severe pain, he immediately fell on his back on the edge of the ring.

If it weren't for the timely treatment of Elder Xuantian Sect, Yang Cong's life would probably have to be over.

In fact, from another point of view, even though Yang Cong lost the tool to pass on the ancestry, he was also rescued by the messenger and arranged Yang Cong to the city lord of White Tiger City.

Otherwise, if Yang Cong returns to Xuanwu Peak, the second elder and the others will not let Yang Cong go lightly, it is very likely that they will directly kill Yang Cong, as for after killing, even if Xuantian Sect knows, they will not condemn the entire Xiaoyao family for the sake of a dead outer disciple, because it is not worth it at all.

Murong Bai couldn't have imagined that because of his momentary anger, he actually saved Yang Cong's life in disguise, knowing that it would be such an ending, Murong Bo's intestines would have to be repentant.

"Go and prepare for the next competition, if your behavior just now happened in Xuantian Sect, the old man will not be spared!"

The messenger was also equivalent to half a referee, although he was very angry that Murong Bai injured Yang Cong in front of him, but Murong Bai did not violate the rules of the competition, so he just reprimanded Murong Bai.

Murong Bai naturally behaved when he got cheap, and after bowing to the messenger, he smiled and walked back.

Regarding this sudden appearance of the song, the great elder Xuan Ye in the sky looked at it with relish, "This kid is not bad, he has a fierce spirit! ”

When he returned to the Qi Fortune Pillar, Murong Bai truly realized that the days left before the Xuantian Sect were numbered.

Thinking of Xuantian Sect, Murong Bai thought of Xu Lin'er, who was very spirited, and a smile suddenly flashed on his face, but when he thought of Wang Yiyi's cold beauty, Murong Bai's heart shook violently.

"Give you half an hour to rest, and after half an hour, start the top three battle!" Xuan Yesheng glanced around, then fixed his gaze on Murong Bai's thirty-two zhang high fortune pillar, and after a touch of different color flashed on his face in an instant, his figure disappeared into the ring in a blur.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and at this time, the sun slowly set to the west, and the western sky was red, as if blood was burning.

The first game is Dragon Roaring Mountain vs. Tiger Wings.

Even if the Tiger Wings also had hidden means, and sacrificed a rudimentary-level magic weapon, the Heavenly Sword, it couldn't resist the Qinglong Crutch of Long Xiao Mountain.

Although both of them were holding beginner-level magic weapons, they were comparable at the beginning, but as time went by, because Long Xiaoshan had four attribute spiritual roots, he had a strong suppression of the tiger's wings from the exercises.