"Let's draw lots to decide the order of appearance......" Zhou Xiong said loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard with a bucket of bamboo sticks walked up from under the competition platform and walked up to Zhou Xiong.

Zhou Xiong took out two bamboo sticks from the bamboo tube in front of everyone, looked at the names on them, and shook the two bamboo sticks in his hand in front of everyone.

"In the first game, Ling Yao vs. Ling Yu"

After a while, two figures walked up from opposite sides of the stage.

One of them was slightly emaciated, wearing an ordinary practice uniform, revealing immaturity and perseverance on his cheeks, two completely different faces, but appeared on the same face, such a young man's face is particularly unique, its name is Ling Yu.

It is the leader of the Ling family's freshmen, and it has already cultivated to the eighth level of the Qi Gathering Realm at a young age, I am afraid that in less than half a month, it will be able to leap from the eighth level of the Qi Gathering Realm to the ninth level of the Qi Gathering Realm, although it is not as good as Ling Cheng and their geniuses, but it is already extremely impressive.

Standing opposite him was another leader among the juniors of the Ling family, named Ling Yao, with a slightly burly figure, thick muscles outlining tight lines to the Dao, containing strong strength, making people faintly feel a trace of danger.

The two people on the stage looked at each other directly.

"The two sides are named," Zhou Xiong said sharply.

"Ling family, Ling Yu"

"Ling family, Ling Yao"

"Bell-" A gong resounded throughout the martial arts field, and suddenly the entire martial arts field fell silent, and even the breathing of the people around him could be heard.

"Game On"

......

"Drink, take it!" Ling Yao kicked his footsteps, and his body rushed towards Ling Yu like a sharp sword.

The vitality wrapped around his hands, and the vitality was already slightly blue, so he couldn't say that he should be a water attribute cultivator in the future.

Ling Yao's punch came out with a sense of heaviness, and there was even a whining wind in the air.

If this group of mongrels were to go, I'm afraid that Ling Yu's weak body would fly out of the field directly! This Ling Yao obviously intended to fight quickly.

Ling Yu's eyebrows were pulled, his eyes froze, and his body was on one side, dodging Ling Yao's punch, and slapping his palm on Ling Yao's chest, which was full of abdominal muscles, and his vitality exploded.

But he only took a few steps back from Ling Yaozhen.

......

"Brother, who do you think will win?" Ling Shan turned her head, revealing that snow-white pretty face.

"It's still uncertain, at first I thought that Ling Yao was more powerful, after all, in terms of strength, I'm afraid Ling Yu is not enough for Ling Yao to punch" Ling Yu touched his chin and thought, "Then I can't guarantee that Ling Yu will hide some means, my intuition tells me that Ling Yu will win."

"Intuition, does my brother also have the sixth sense of a girl?" Ling Shan said with a grin.

Ling Cheng tilted his head and remained silent.

......

"Okay, look at your skinny appearance, your strength is not small," Ling Yao said to Ling Yu in surprise.

"Then you try again"

Ling Yu's figure flashed, turned defense into offense, and kicked at Ling Yao.

Ling Yao rushed forward and stretched out his hands to open and close his hug, intending to hug Ling Yu directly, he was very confident that as long as he restrained him, this game would be won by himself.

Ling Yu seemed to see through his moves, relying on his short body, his head suddenly lowered, and he drilled directly under Ling Yao's armpit.

"Qingyan Finger" "Mortal Rank Yuan Technique"

Ling Yu turned around, and his vitality surged rapidly, condensing on his fingertips, all the way to Ling Yao's back.

"Uh-" Ling Yao screamed, looking behind him, a living blood hole, bleeding rapidly.

"Tick tock" scarlet blood dripped down the smooth stone slab, and tiny blood flowers appeared.

"I really underestimated you," Ling Yao said in surprise.

"But that's the end of it," Ling Yao said.

"Cold Wind Palm" "Mortal Rank Elemental Technique"

The vitality in Ling Yao's hand quickly condensed, and the temperature around him dropped suddenly, making the thin Ling Yu shudder unconsciously.

"Is it a top grade?" Ling Yu looked directly at Ling Yao who rushed towards him, but there was no fear in his expression.

"Come on, Qingyan Finger" Ling Yu's slightly green finger pointed out.

"Bang-" A wave of qi was set off by the palms of his fingers, and the dust on the martial arts arena was swept away.

The two were at a stalemate.

"Admit defeat, you can't win," Ling Yao said with a slight threat.

"Really?" In Ling Yu's eyes, there seemed to be a flash of essence, and the momentum around Zheng became stronger and stronger.

"What?" Ling Yao said incredulously.

......

Audience.

"This Ling Yu is actually advancing in battle," Ling Zifeng said incredulously.

"He's not advanced, he's hiding his strength, deliberately using the power of the Eight Powers of the Qi Gathering Realm, first seeing the enemy as weak, and then waiting for the opportunity to win with one blow," Ling Cheng said with his hands pressed on the armrests.

......

On the table.

"This Ling Yu is a bit interesting," Ling Yuan nodded and said.

"That Ling Yu was just a momentary miss, do you think it can win the next game?" Ling Yue interrupted.

As the eldest elder of the family, his relationship with Ling Yuan was very wrong, fifteen years ago it was not like this, at that time, the relationship was like a brother, since the fire in the Yuanshu Pavilion, he was like a different person, and he was against Ling Yuan in everything from then on.

Ling Yuan put his hands on his thighs, clenched them, and looked at Xue Rong and Xue Hongyu on the side, when they couldn't hear what they were doing?

Martial Arts Arena.

The two don't know how long the stalemate lasted.

"Bang-" Ling Yao flew out of the arena on his back after his figure.

"How is this possible?" Ling Yao said incredulously, feeling that what was in front of him was not true, but the facts were in front of him, so he couldn't believe it.

"Bell-" The loud gong sounded throughout his life.

"The first game is over, Ling Yu wins" Zhou Xiong raised Ling Yu's right hand.