After about half an hour, Dabi's prelude was all ready, only to hear Pu Xing's voice coming from a corner in the lounge: "Dabi starts now, and the first match will be played by Lu Duo of the Tianquan vein against Wu Zhen of the shaking light vein!"

Mu Chen and the others opened their eyes in unison, their eyes focused on Wu Zhen's body, obviously not expecting that the first game would be a competition for them to shake off their disciples.

"Xiao Zhen, you fight hard, calm down!"

Mu Chen patted him on the shoulder and said.

Wu Zhen nodded, carried his silver iron rod and walked out of the lounge.

In the ring, it was his opponent Lu Duo who walked towards Wu Zhen, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, after all, he was a disciple of Mingyue Sect, and his appearance was naturally not bad, there was a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows, and he said as soon as he stepped into the ring: "As far as I know, you have only seven disciples in total, even if you pick a general among the lame, your strength is far behind, you still abstain, so as not to suffer a lot of flesh and skin!"

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, Thirteen Absolute Sticks!"

Wu Zhen stepped out in one step, and the long stick blasted out and turned into more than a dozen stick shadows, smashing towards Lu Duo like a head and a face.

Lu Duo obviously didn't expect the other party to say that he would do it, and hurriedly pulled out the long sword from his waist, the sword flowers trembled, and the cold flowers unfolded, blocking the shadow of the stick in the sky.

"Eat me again!"

Every time Wu Zhen danced out of the stick, layers of stick shadows blasted out, shattering the true qi of the sword flower in the sky, and then turned around and the second stick and the third stick, and the stick shadow was still pressed like a mountain.

Lu Duo was shocked, the long sword was protected in front of him, defending against the opponent's imposing attack, and gradually he involuntarily retreated seven or eight steps under his feet, which was very difficult.

This is a result that Lu Duowan did not expect. His strength is not low, and he is at least in the top five in the Tianquan lineage, but he has the upper hand as soon as he comes up, and there is no room for fighting back, so he can only defend in embarrassment, although he knows the truth that he will lose if he defends for a long time, but at the moment he is helpless.

Wu Zhen's thirteen sticks are a series of attack sticks, a stick is faster than a stick, and the strength is greater than once, the connection of each stick is just right, where the first stick presses the opponent, the other party wants to reflexively be sad to the sky.

Ludo's greeting became more and more difficult every time, and when he reached the tenth stick, the long sword had already come out of his hand and was inserted in the ring more than ten meters away, but seeing the eleventh stick falling, Ludo's face turned a little green, and he could only cross his hands in front of his chest, puff up the true qi of his whole body, and carry it on his arms, forming a defensive ball of light.

Bang!

The eleventh stick fell, Ludo's arms gathered to defend the ball of light was already shattered, the bones on his arms were like shattering in severe pain, and his body was shocked back by the huge force for more than ten meters, but Wu Zhen's tall figure instantly approached him again, and a stick fell, hitting him in the chest, and the whole person was swept out fifty meters away, sliding a slight trace on the ground, and fell to the ground.

"Okay, shake the light and Wu Zhen wins!"

Pu Xing saw that the victory and defeat had been divided, there was no need to continue fighting, the galaxy competition was mainly a competition between disciples, confirming the results of a year's cultivation, and the point was enough, even if Lu Duo could fight again, there was no need to continue to fight.

Wu Zhen immediately withdrew his hand, and the thirteenth roller did not shoot out, standing in place and exhaling a breath of turbidity.

Lu Duo stood up with his mouth full of blood, he covered his chest and was injured, the injury was not light, he didn't want to recover for a month or two, his eyes were full of remorse, he was not so vulnerable, just because he was too emotional, he was robbed by Wu Zhen, and the latter's moves were interlocking layers and without flaws, so it was so easy for the other party to break through the defense.

There was also a commotion in the stands, obviously I didn't expect that the first game was won by the disciple of the light vein, and the victory was so easy, it only took less than ten seconds from the fight to defeat the opponent, and Lu Duo was beaten without the strength to fight back, and he was already lying on the ground without even relieving himself.

Only the disciples of the Tianshu First Pulse did not have much of a sensation, after all, they had seen Wu Zhen's strength a month ago, and even Ji Qian, who was ranked fifteenth in their Tianshu First Lineage, was easily defeated by Wu Zhen, and the disciples of the other Divine Pivot Lines were defeated, which was not surprising.

Wu Zhen walked back to the lounge, Mu Chen and the others immediately greeted him to cheer for him, especially Wang Jin hugged Wu Zhen's broad arms and kept ravaging his hair.

Next, the second game was a competition between a female disciple of the Tianshu First Pulse and a male disciple of the Kaiyang Pulse, and after a fierce battle, the female disciple of the Tianshu First Sect finally won.

The competition was going on one by one, because this was only the first round of the competition, and most of the powerful disciples did not show their real skills to fight, so Mu Chen and the others did not pay much attention, and spent most of their time meditating and spitting, adjusting their state to the best, waiting for their own competition.

Not long after, in the fifth match, it was Wang Jin against an extremely strong male disciple of Yuheng.

This male disciple's name is An Yan, his height is almost the same as Wu Zhen's, his upper body, his muscles are extremely vigorous, and the green tendons beat like snakes between activities, and his whole body 'creaks'.

His appearance attracted the attention of many female disciples, of course, most of the female disciples still had that kind of shy eyes, and only a small number of mature female disciples were so ** like fire, watching unscrupulously.

Wang Jin has made full preparations for Dabi, and has combed his hair eight times, in order to attract the attention of the opposite sex, who knows that all the wind heads on the stage were robbed by the other party, and he was furious at the moment, pointing at the other party and saying: "I will defend the glory of my man and defeat you!"

"Then you're going to ask about my fists, the strength of the fist!"

The muscles of An Yan's whole body increased dramatically, and the breath that burst out of his body suddenly rose, and a punch blasted out, and a waist-thick fist blasted out, pressing towards Wang Jin with a mighty aura that bravely entered the world.

"Tiger Roar!"

After three months of intensive training, Wang Jin's strength has also increased significantly, only to see a tiger's head shape fluctuate from his back roaring out, the same punch, like a hungry tiger pounced, and the fierce fist rushed up.

Rumble!

The powerful confrontation fluctuated and exploded, and both of them did not retreat at all, and at the same time rushed towards each other.

Both of them practiced offensive exercises, and they fought extremely fiercely for a while, and they simply didn't defend, and they slammed their fists into each other's bodies, and they were all crying out with joy, and only a fight like this could stimulate the full potential of their exercises.

Bang bang!

The two had already exchanged more than 30 moves in an instant, and each of them was injured, only to see Wang Jincai rise from the ground and burst into a shout: "The tiger is coming down the mountain!"

Wang Jin's fists slammed down, and a tiger-like true qi fluctuation was enveloped around his wide body, and his bloody mouth opened and pounced towards An Yan, and this momentum was pressed down like a small mountain.

"Brave the world!"

An Yan kicked the ground with his legs, and immediately stepped out of the ring with two footprints, and his body rose to the sky, facing Wang Jin and going up.

Rumble!

A dazzling shockwave exploded in the sky, and An Yan's huge body fell down in front of everyone's eyes, and with a 'bang', it directly smashed out a small pit of human seals.

Wang Jin's body flew upside down and landed steadily on the ring, his face was red and white, his blood was churning, and he was also very uncomfortable.

Burst!

An Yan spit out a mouthful of blood, his face suddenly looked a little better, and then sat up from the small pit, although he could continue to fight, but he was not lightly injured, there was no need to risk the risk of damaging the muscles and veins, he knew that if he continued to play, even if he fought and lost, he would lose to the other party.

"Shake the light vein Wang Jin wins!

Pu Xing said aloud.

An Yan was not unconvinced, hugged his fist at Wang Jin, and walked out of the ring.

Wang Jin's solemn expression relaxed, revealing the appearance of a hippie smile on weekdays, and he also arched his hand casually, but the female disciples in the stands looked at him very unkindly, as if they were blaming the muscular man An Yan.

Wang Jin felt even more helpless, he didn't expect that he wouldn't like these female disciples if he won, so he could only withdraw from the ring boringly.