"Next, let's conduct the third competition of the disciples of the day after tomorrow. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Xuantieguan Iron Hand vs. Aoba Guanqi Ming!"

A Sang Daoren's voice fell, and a sturdy young man walked out of the Xuantieguan camp, with dark skin and a tiger's head, only thirteen or fourteen years old, but already had the same height as an adult. I saw him striding up to the dojo, giving people a simple and clumsy feeling.

In the direction of Aoba Temple, a young man in light cyan clothes walked out of the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, with a white ribbon tied on his head, and jumped lightly in place, and after a few dodge movements, he appeared on the dojo, the speed was slightly inferior to the two innate disciples of Aoba Temple before, but compared to the young man of Xuantie Temple opposite, he was much more agile and elegant. Seeing this, the onlookers of the Aoba audience were full of confidence in this competition.

"I am a disciple of Xuantieguan, Iron Hand, please give me a lot of advice. The swarthy boy spoke.

"Aoba Temple, Qi Ming, please!" Qi Ming waved his hand in a dashing manner and made a gesture inviting to fight.

The swarthy young man Iron Hand smiled, just stood firm, and before he could put on an offensive posture, Qi Ming on the opposite side had already changed his footwork and attacked directly. He had already seen that although this young man named Iron Hand was tall and strong, he was clumsy, and as long as he took a fast attack, he would definitely be able to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, just as Qi Ming thought, before the iron hand could launch an offensive, he had already been attacked by himself. At this time, Tie Shou's eyes widened, and he let out a loud shout, and he squatted down and nailed himself to the ground, preparing to directly bear Qi Ming's blow.

"Stupid," Qi Ming smiled secretly in his heart, but his subordinates were merciless, urging the spiritual power of the whole body, converging on the palm of his hand, and imprinting a palm on the chest of the iron hand, and at the same time shouting, "Fall down for me!"

A fierce wind sounded, but the expected crushing did not appear, Qi Ming looked at the fist that was blocking his palm at some point, and was stunned on the spot.

"How is it possible, a blow that I used all my strength to be so easily defused by the other party, and it was still unscathed. Qi Ming's heart was full of doubts and incomprehension.

While Qi Ming was stunned, the swarthy young man in front of him smiled at him innocently, clenched his free left hand into a fist, and slammed into Qi Ming's shoulder. At the critical moment, Qi Ming hurriedly wanted to withdraw his palm and dodge, but found that his palm was pinched by the other party and could not move.

"Click!"

A sound of broken bones came out, and Qi Ming's whole person flew out upside down, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood in the air, and smashed directly in the direction where the Aoba Guan disciple was.

"What?" On the wooden stand, the head of the Hundred Swords Pavilion suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

Although Qi Ming is not the strongest acquired disciple of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, he can at least rank among the top ten disciples of the Qingye Pavilion, and he is already an acquired ten-fold cultivator, and the Qingling Gong has even reached the third level of the realm of "the heart walks at will", and now he is not the enemy of the other party. The other Aoba Pavilion owners in the wooden stands all looked quite ugly at this time.

"Haha, yes, yes, this little cub of Iron Hand is doing very well. Shi Fei's voice sounded out of place at this time, causing the Aoba audience to scold incessantly.

"Yisang Daoyou, this iron hand is a disciple of this sect who was just admitted to the sect last year, although it is a pseudo-spiritual root qualification, but fortunately, he has a brute force, and it is quite suitable to cultivate the body refining method of this sect. It seemed that the interest was very high, and the head of Shi Fei continued.

When a Sang Dao person heard this, he said indifferently, "Your sect is lucky to be able to find such a good disciple." ”

"Haha, you're welcome. Shi Fei laughed unceremoniously.

"In this competition, Xuantieguan Tieshou wins!" Yisang Daoren directly announced the result, "If there are no other problems, directly conduct the fourth competition, and Xuantieguan will ......"

"Dao Chief, I have a reluctant request, and I want to continue the competition, please Dao Chang complete. On the dojo, the iron hand did not leave, and at this time he suddenly opened his mouth to plead, and at the same time glanced at Shi Fei's head with a faint eye.

"Huh?" Hearing Tie Shou's words, Yi Sang Daoren's brows furrowed, and several pavilion masters around him were also slightly surprised, they didn't expect Tie Shou to make such a request.

"Why, wouldn't Yisang Daoyou not even dare to agree to the request of a pseudo-spiritual root disciple. Shi Fei's head said at this time, his words full of mockery.

"Master Shi, according to the rules, the rules of this dojo competition should be determined by our Aoba Temple!"

"Haha, what I'm saying is that I also ask a Sang Daoyou to decide. Under this gaze, Shi Fei felt the anger in the hearts of a Sang Dao person, and wisely said no more.

"You call it Iron Hand, right, according to the rules of the competition, you have already won, you can go down and rest first. The rest of the competition will be up to you. A Sangdao man looked at the iron hand who came to the field and said softly.

"The head of Aoba, I am a pseudo-spiritual root qualification, that is, I have great strength, and I am always ridiculed by the brothers and sisters in the sect for my slow cultivation, so I want to continue to compete, and I can also let the brothers and sisters look down on me when I go back, if I am defeated, I will leave the dojo directly, and ask the head of the Aoba to be complete. Iron Hand's words were sincere, and he saluted directly and respectfully after speaking.

Tie Shou's voice fell in the ears of everyone around the dojo, causing everyone to nod secretly, looking at Tie Shou's honest and upright appearance on the field, many people had already whispered and felt that he should be given a chance.

"Senior brother in charge, I think it's better to agree, if you continue to resign, it will be bad for the reputation of this sect. On the wooden stand, Xuesang Daoist spoke at this time, obviously noticing the discussion of the people around the dojo.

After a moment of silence, Yisang Daoren announced in a low voice, "In this case, in the fourth competition, the Xuantieguan Iron Hand will face the Aoba Guanwu Cheng." ”

However, the next competition was like the third one, Xuan Tieguan, a swarthy young man named Tie Shou, still stood on the stage and did not move, allowing Wu Cheng, a disciple of Aoba Guan, to attack, and after being attacked three times, he seized the opportunity and sent a punch, directly wounding Wu Cheng and vomiting blood, and easily won the competition again.

"I still want to fight again. After winning the competition, before he could take a breath, Iron Hand clenched his fists again and said to the Aoba audience.

Of the four competitions that have ended at this time, Aoba has lost three games, and there is no point in continuing to compare five games. However, Xuantieguan still refused to back down at this time, which aroused the anger in the hearts of the Aoba audience.

Ye Cang stood in the team of the Pill Pavilion, looking at the iron hand on the stage, his eyes flickering slightly. From the two competitions just now, Ye Cang had already seen that this young man named Tie Shou was indeed poor in cultivation, but with brute strength, the strength of his body should far exceed that of the ten-fold martial artist of the day after tomorrow, and his body was extremely strong in resisting blows, and every time he seized the opportunity, he could counterattack and win.

Because the acquired martial artist cannot appear with spiritual power, he can only rely on spiritual power to superimpose the strength of the body during the competition, and the strength is often within a thousand catties, so in the face of such an opponent, he cannot take any advantage.

"I still want to fight again, if any of the Aoba Views can beat me, I'll go down. At this moment, the voice of the iron hand sounded again.

"Hmph, it's too much deception!" Around the dojo, all the Aoba Guan disciples clenched their fists at this time, suppressing the anger in their hearts. However, there are references to the previous two competitions, but no one dares to come forward to fight.

Just when everyone thought that this dojo discussion was about to end, a voice came from the direction of Aoba Temple:

"Qingye Guandan Medicine Pavilion Medicine Garden Medicine Boy Ye Cang, please advise!"