Iron Man's hands were covered with green tendons, in addition to the green tendons, his face was also flushed with a deep flush, and then he squatted down and walked forward, and the whole person stretched forward with both hands.

Ling Yun couldn't help but be curious in his eyes, and then said, "Dude, are you constipated?"

Hearing this, the rough old face of the iron head trembled, but he still burst out: "The iron head is a shot." ”

As he spoke, the tendons and veins in Tietou's entire neck continued to be congested, as if his neck was now under some kind of tremendous pressure.

Rumble!

Only then did he hear a loud roar, and after the iron head's head received a huge impact from the neck, his entire head quickly flew out and headed towards Ling Yun's location.

Looking at the head coming towards him, Ling Yun's eyes were full of surprise.

The skull was like an iron egg, with boundless lethality emanating from it.

The expression of the head was hideous, as if it had a feeling that it was going to completely smash Ling Yun to pieces.

"Hehe, boy, this is Lao Tzu's iron head cannon, even if the spear in your hand is sharp, it is not as sharp as my skull, you are dead. ”

When this head walked towards Ling Yun on the side, there was smugness in his eyes.

Ling Yun looked at the hideous skull that kept coming towards him, and he couldn't help but say loudly: "Indeed, I believe that your hideous skull is very powerful, but I'm not a fool, how could I let this skull hit yours." ”

As he spoke, Ling Yun's body flashed, and he appeared next to the half of Iron Head's body without a skull, and the spear in his hand stabbed violently at this half of his body, and his whole person could be said to have used the full power of Xingyun's marksmanship.

Under this thorn, the hair and sweat on his forehead were pricked out, and sure enough, the hard work paid off, and the headless body of this iron head was completely turned into minced meat under the assassination of Ling Yun's spear.

"Ah, bastard, my body, you abominable bastard stabbed my body to pieces, damn, damn. The Iron Head's eyes widened as he looked at the minced body, his eyes filled with anger.

But at the same time as he was angry, Iron Head's face turned pale, even the dark light on his skull was not lit up at the beginning, and it could be seen that Ling Yun's destruction of his body also directly affected his skull.

Ling Yun held a cigarette between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and then he shook the ash of the cigarette, looked at the minced meat on the ground, and said with an innocent look: "I'm really embarrassed, I didn't expect to inadvertently let your body without a brain case become minced meat, hey, who told you that you don't have a brain case? If you have a brain case, you can look at it, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

As he spoke, Ling Yun also pretended to look extremely sad.

When Ling Yun spoke, although Tietou's expression was very angry, the pale on his face also became even whiter as he became more and more angry.

The body was damaged, and when Tietou's face was pale, he couldn't stop spitting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and he said unwillingly: "Count me as Tietou underestimating you, I didn't expect that my monk in the late stage of enlightenment would suffer a loss in the hands of you, a monk in the middle stage of enlightenment, but wait, I will definitely make you look good in the future." ”

As he spoke, the iron head's skull surged under the ring and disappeared.

Even if the whole person of the iron head disappeared, the echo of his words was still rippling in the air, and in the echo it could be heard saying: "Wait, Zhao Rong'er is mine, my bald head is obviously much more handsome than you, unwilling, unwilling." ”

Listening to the words that were still echoing in the air, Ling Yun just smiled bitterly, his smile looked complicated, and he couldn't help muttering, "It seems that I still have a lot of rivals in love." ”

In the mutter, he couldn't help but clench his hands and said, "Even if there are many rivals, the more rivals I have, the more motivated I am." ”

Next, Ling Yun didn't see the surrounding scene change any more, because this was the last battle, then it also meant that he was already an ordinary disciple, but before the end of the competition, he still had to continue to stand on this ring and wait.

In waiting, of course, he was bored, but in the boredom, there was a cigarette to accompany him, so he smoked a cigarette in a very casual position, and while smoking a cigarette, he watched the battle of the other monks in the ring around him.

............

Wang Xiaopang's eyes flashed with a white glow, and then he came to a new ring, and in front of him, a new enemy stood.

This enemy was a man in black with a big sword on his back, and the man looked to be in his thirties.

The middle-aged man's slightly wrinkled face had a feeling of being weathered, his hands were behind his back, and after glancing at Wang Xiaopang, he looked at a white-robed young man beside Wang Xiaopang, and his eyes couldn't help but be curious.

After the middle-aged man saw the "ordinary disciple" written on the young man's waist card, the curiosity in his eyes became even stronger, and after looking at the "Hua Yun" written under the four words of the ordinary disciple, he couldn't help but say: "It turned out to be an ordinary disciple, I don't know how Brother Hua Yun came to the ring?"

Hua Yun first glanced at Wang Xiaopang with strange eyes, then looked at the middle-aged man, and said: "Because this Wang Xiaopang is a bit weird when he competes with others, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser in the end, so at the critical moment, it is still to guess the winner or loser, so you have to be prepared." ”

The middle-aged man smiled, and then said, "Brother Huayun, aren't you kidding, could it be that every monk who competes with Wang Xiaopang is a tie in the end, and the winner is still determined by fist stroke at the critical moment?"

"Yes. Hua Yun nodded, and there was also something strange in his eyes.

"Then who is the one who decides the outcome of this fist?" said the middle-aged monk.

"It's Deacon Qin Zheng, because in Deacon Qin's opinion, even if you keep fighting, in the end it will be a tie, generally the longest battle at this stage, you can solve the battle in an hour, but the person who fights with Wang Xiaopang, even if you give him a few days and nights, even if it is a few years, you can't solve the battle, so you have to be prepared. Hua Yun said.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but move his gaze to Wang Xiaopang's body, seeing that Wang Xiaopang was still sleeping, and when he was sleeping, his mouth was still flowing out of his mouth, there was disdain in his eyes, he couldn't help but move his gaze to Hua Yun again, and said: "Even if this guy is tied with someone, can he win the opponent with a fist when he strokes his fist?"

The middle-aged monk's gaze was hard to believe.

Hua Yun's face trembled, and then said: "Indeed, in so many competitions, Wang Xiaopang stroked his fist, and it was indeed his fist that won the opponent's fist. ”