"Smack!"

The voice was crisp, and many outer disciples were shocked to see it, staring at Lianshan who suddenly stopped.

But Lianshan remained motionless, and his face was still covered with the old and dirty brick.

"Why are the flowers so red, why are they so red!~"

The five tones were incomplete, and it was extremely out of tune, Meng Xie squinted, raised his head slightly, his expression was intoxicated, and he took the brick in his hand unconsciously.

Under the bricks, Lianshan's face has been distorted and deformed, a pair of cross-eyed eyes have no brilliance, and a strange sound of "lotus" comes out of his mouth.

After a while, Lian Shan closed his eyes and fell on the jousting platform with his back facing the sky.

"Meng Xie, win!"

There was an uproar all around!

"Is this okay? A brick falling down?"

"Is this mountain not beaten, not beaten, not beaten?"

It seemed that he was a little ruthless, Meng Xie felt a little embarrassed, rubbed the bricks on Lianshan's body, and said to the outer disciples who were watching in the audience: "Whoever will carry him and send him to the medicine hall to find Senior Brother Dirt, someone will heal him." ”

Some outer disciples volunteered to come to the stage and carried Lianshan down.

It can make these disciples have a good relationship with the medicine hall, and they can also leave a good reputation, and they don't need to produce another Xuanshi, Meng Xie is full of admiration for himself in his heart, which is really witty.

Standing on the competition platform, Meng Xie carried the bricks, his eyes were looking around, looking forward to the appearance of the next opponent, he had to defeat three people, if it was good according to his weight, just now a mountain can top three people.

However, many people did not dare to look at him, and their eyes dodged everywhere.

It wasn't until Meng Xie's eyes fell on Zhen Yu and Pei Xiandi that he found that the two of them were staring at him expressionlessly, and they were also very strange in their hearts.

However, he didn't take it to heart.

"Who else!"

There was no way, Meng Xie could only call the number, so that he would defeat the remaining two people as soon as possible.

"Me!"

A cold voice came, attracting Meng Xie's gaze.

It was actually the young man in black in the audience just now!

Meng Xie's eyes lit up, and for some reason, a sense of crisis came to his surroundings.

I saw the young man in black jumping onto the competition platform, holding a knife in his arms, staring at him coldly.

"I, challenge you!"

As soon as the other party said this, Meng Xie found that all the outer disciples in the audience were silent.

Meng Xie was puzzled, who is this person, the cold field effect is good, is it the best cold field king of the Exile Sect?

"Zhen Yu, Eight-Rank Martial Master!"

Zhen Yu took the initiative to report his name, his eyes staring at Meng Xie, as if he was really observing him.

"Zhen Yu?" Meng Xin muttered in a low voice, and then his eyes widened.

This name, he is like thunder, the other party is one of the top ten masters of the outer gate, ranked eighth, and it is said that he is one of the most promising candidates to become a disciple of the inner gate.

"How did you get in a group with him!"

Meng Xin secretly sighed that it was not good for him to be a teacher, but in order to get the top five of the outer disciples this time, this Zhen Yu had to defeat him no matter what.

After glancing at Zhen Yu coldly, Meng Xie clenched his fists, "Meng Xie, Seven-Rank Martial Master!"

"The sword has no eyes!

With an expressionless warning, Zhen Yu held the handle of the knife in his hand, and pulled out a long knife that was shiny, and the cold air began to spread on the competition platform.

Raising the brick in his hand and shaking it a few times, Meng Xie also deliberately pretended to be a master, put his left hand behind him, and puffed up his chest: "Brick!

"Puff, puff~~"

There were a few sullen laughter from the audience, and some of the outer disciples couldn't hold back, looking at Meng Xie's appearance, they shook their heads for a while.

Zhen Yu's eyes narrowed into a slit, the essence light flickered in them, and his figure suddenly activated, and the long knife in his hand was placed on the side of his body, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

"Half Moon Slash!"

Two white rays appeared in front of Meng Xie, making him put away his cynical attitude, and greeted the bricks in his hand.

The first time he used a brick to really fight the enemy, Meng Xiexiao's heart was pounding, and in order to be safer, he was still filling it with vitality.

"Woo~~~"

There was a dull sound of wind in the air, Zhen Yu looked at the bricks and felt a strange feeling in his heart for some reason, the long knife moved slightly, and slashed on the bricks impartially.

"Bell!!~"

At this moment, Meng Xie shouted loudly, "Look at the fingers!" The remaining vitality desperately gathered on the five fingers of his left hand.

The five fingers suddenly swelled, and gradually began to turn white, and a white light flashed on the fingers, which actually made the fingers a little whiter again, exuding a breathtaking coldness, and went straight to the long knife in Zhen Yu's hand.

The fingers were silent, but the speed was so fast that people secretly smacked their tongues, and the eyes of many disciples under the martial arts stage were even more solemn, and what surprised them was that the fingers seemed to be still hot in the air, and even the air next to them began to become distorted.

Zhen Yu's face was solemn, and he was a little unbreathed by the blow of Meng Xie in front of him, this person is really just a medicine picker? Looking at his calm and calm attitude, he is not at all like a first-time martial arts competitor, but more like a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time.

Immediately after, Zhen Yu's eyes widened suddenly, revealing an incredible look, and he watched Meng Xie's two fingers hit the knife with unmistakable accuracy.

With a "bell", a crisp sound came from the knife body, and the long knife actually tilted a few points to the opposite side, completely losing the advantage of resisting the bricks.

A strong force came, making him almost unable to hold the long knife in his hand, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the brick in Meng Xie's hand suddenly increased his speed, and his body rushed forward, heading straight for Zhen Yu's chest.

"Bang!"

The brick hit Zhen Yu's chest, and then slid to the left, slapping directly on his right arm.

"Dangchang!"

The long knife fell to the ground in response, Zhen Yu couldn't react for a while, and saw the brick in Meng Xie's hand pull back and hit him in the face.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhen Yu's mouth, mixed with a little white star.

Meng Xie didn't stop, but struck head-on again, and the bricks slapped on Zhen Yudi's face in response, blooming with a little blood.

"Smack!"

Zhen Yu stood in place, his face covered with blood, a pair of eyes looked straight at Meng Xie, and he fell on his back.

"Impossible, impossible!"

The outer disciples in the audience muttered to themselves, and what happened between the lightning and flint made them look at Meng Xiedi's gaze and become extremely dignified.

"Brick Killer!"

This title invariably appeared in everyone's hearts, and they were even more curious about the bricks in Meng Xie's hand.

Where did this old and broken brick come from, and why was it so powerful, and those who came up with it were stunned without exception.

Could it be that this is a magical brick, the legacy left by an unknown master?

But they thought about it, but they didn't come up with anyone on the mainland who was famous for their bricks.

Moreover, some people remembered that Meng Xie was still a third-grade martial artist ten days ago, how could he become a seventh-grade martial artist after ten days, isn't this cultivation speed a little too terrifying?

Does it have anything to do with the little junior sister in the medicine hall?

Meng Xie's strength has grown by leaps and bounds, so people have to associate him with Zhao Qing, and no one wants to believe that Meng Xie really fought step by step on his own.

It seems that if you want to find an opportunity to have a good relationship with the people in the medicine hall, maybe you will be like Meng Xie, and your strength will improve rapidly.

Even Meng Xie himself didn't expect that he would defeat Zhen Yu so cleanly, could it be that this person has a false reputation, and his strength is actually not very good?

At this time, someone had already come up and carried Zhen Yu down, Meng Xie carried the bricks and scanned the audience, with a little pride in his eyes.

"Who!

Remembering that he was one step closer to the goal of the top five, Meng Xie couldn't help but have a little excitement in his eyes, hoping that the next opponent would come up quickly, so that he would be stunned with a brick.

The sound resounded around the arena, and there was silence below.

Meng Xie's birth made these outer disciples dare not act rashly, and no one was willing to go up to be a substitute for the dead ghost until they thoroughly understood Meng Xie's strength.

Because as long as you fail, you will lose the opportunity to become an inner disciple, and everyone cherishes it very much.

"Hmph! Arrogant! I'm coming!"

With a soft drink, Meng Xie only felt that a figure flashed in front of him, and there was an extra beautiful young man on the martial arts platform.

The young man was wearing a white disciple's shirt, his hair was tied behind his head with a purple headband, a strand of long hair on each of his two sideburns, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, it was obvious that the person in front of him had been carefully groomed, and he was a little outrageous.

Meng Xie felt that this word was used very accurately, the person in front of him had a fight with the Korean men and women on the earth who were wearing makeup, and he was complacent, that kind of temperament, he had to admire from the bottom of his heart.

Men wear makeup, and even women have to bow down.

"Look at what!" Pei Xian played with the black hair of the sideburns with his hand and scolded Meng Xie.

"Pei Xian!

"Pei Xian is so handsome!"

The screams from under the competition stage let Meng Xie know the name of the young man in front of him, and at the same time, he secretly sighed that there were such fanatical star-chasing clans in the Southern Regions.

However, the person in front of him is indeed very tricky, Meng Xie went through Pei Xian's information in his mind in his heart, full of emotion, people are born differently, and their natural encounters are not the same.

This Pei Xian is like this, his parents are both deacons of the Exile Sect, and his grandfather is the chief elder of the inner sect, he has been arranged to cultivate since he was a child, coupled with his talent, it is difficult for such a person not to be famous.

And Pei Xian also lived up to expectations, ranking second among the outer disciples, as for the recognized first person in the outer door, it has been a year and a half since he went out to practice, and there is no news.

Now, Pei Xian is the first person in the outer gate!

Meng Xie still doesn't know, in fact, the appearance of these two people is the ghost of Liang Qi.

At the same time, on the high platform on the east side of the peak, the chief elder of the inner gate stroked his beard with his hand, and his eyes also looked at the competition platform of Meng Xie and them.

"Elder Pei, do you want someone to arrange it so that the young master can win without a fight. It was a deacon behind Pei Dingyuan who spoke.

Pei Dingyuan's eyes followed his grandson, shook his head with a smile on his face, and said, "No, let him go if Pei Xian asks for it, for the time being, no one in this outer gate is his opponent." ”

"Old man Pei, this is not necessarily, why don't we make a bet. ”

At this time, a casual voice came from Pei Dingyuan's left side, which made him frown and look over.