"Starling, come on!"

"Four, four, three, brother, work hard!"

In the middle of the day, on a square in the northwest corner of the Star Garden, there was a lot of people at the moment, and all the children who were supposed to take a lunch break gathered here.

On this wide square, there are square stone platforms neatly arranged, and at a cursory glance, there are hundreds!

At the edge, tall stone pillars stand one after another, and between the two largest and highest stone pillars in the middle, a stone plaque hangs horizontally, on which are engraved with three bright red characters -- Arena! There is a high platform under it, which can overlook the whole situation. Seven or eight figures, male or female, old or young, sat on it, overlooking the venue and talking to each other, but it was Xiong Tianqing and others.

At this moment, there are two rays of light and shadow on almost every arena that are constantly flickering and colliding with each other, creating ripples of energy.

The muffled sounds of cheering, shouting, and energy collisions were heard from time to time, making a huge arena extremely lively.

"Brother 108, come on!"

"Knock him over!"

"Brother Fifty-Five, come on!"

Next to the No. 33 arena, there were two groups of people staring at the battle situation on the stage, their expressions were agitated, and they shouted loudly.

In a corner above the stone platform, a middle-aged man stood silently, his eyes locked on the two people fighting on the stage, preventing any accidents. He is also a member of the Xiong family, and he is currently serving as the referee of this arena.

"Big brother, we're here. When the fierce battle on the stage was in full swing, another group of people ran over from not far away, led by Erlang and Qilang, and the two brothers Sanbaililang and Sigolang, and Ersanjilang followed.

"Huh, where did you solve it?, so quickly?" Da Lang looked back and said in surprise.

In today's first battle, there are two people in their group, Shichiro and Ichihachiro. For this reason, the group was divided into two groups, Da Lang, San Lang, eldest sister and seventeen sisters cheered for Ichihachiro here, and Erlang and others went to cheer for Qilang.

And now, this side has almost just entered the state, and Shichiro's side has ended, and Da Lang can't help but be so surprised.

Hearing this, Qilang smiled, scratched the back of his head, and said, "Hehe, Sister One and Three was injured yesterday, and it is not appropriate to do it today, so I will directly sentence her to lose." I got a point for nothing. ”

"Yes!" Hearing this, Da Lang was overjoyed, and this could be regarded as a good start.

After such a small episode, the two groups worked together again, and their eyes were once again focused on the battle platform.

"Brother, what's the situation here?" Erlang glanced at the battle situation on the stage, stabbed Dalang on the side, and asked.

"It's just the beginning! The realm of Fifty-five Lang is similar to that of Brother One Hundred and Eight, and it is difficult to say whether the winner or defeat will be for the time being. Da Lang kept his eyes off the battle platform and replied casually.

"Good!"

As he was talking, Da Lang's spirit suddenly lifted up, and he couldn't help but applaud loudly.

On the battle platform, Ichihachiro found a flaw, and a sweeper cleanly put Wuwulang to the ground.

With a successful blow, Ichihachiro was even more unforgiving, he got up and jumped, his body leaned obliquely, and his blood and qi surged, and he waved his elbow and smashed it towards Wuwulang.

Fifty-five Lang only felt a chill coming, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly rolled around on the spot a few times, narrowly avoiding Ichchihachiro's attack.

Bang!

Ichihachiro smashed his elbow on the hard arena, and his whole arm was sore. This arena is made of hard ink rock, and it can be withstood with the full strength of the Void Emperor Realm, and when he smashes his elbow on it, Ichihachiro can't help but grin his teeth and gasp.

But at this moment, Ichihachiro didn't care about this, and when he missed the blow, he hurriedly turned over and jumped up, and distanced himself from Fifty-five Lang.

"I'm!" The power of the blood veins worked, soothing the pain in his arm, and Ichihachiro moved his arm slightly, scolding in his heart.

On the other side, Fifty-Five Lang avoided Ichithachiro's attack in embarrassment, and a fish stood up straight, with a look of annoyance and shame, and the fighting spirit was even worse. He slammed the soles of his feet into the eye, and the streamer struck Ichihachiro, his fist heading straight for the door in front of him with a fierce wind.

Seeing this, Ichihachiro's eyes condensed slightly, and there was no idea of avoiding it in his heart, and his blood and qi surged, and he swung out with a punch.

"Bang!"

Fierce ripples of blood and qi set off gusts of strong wind and swept away in all directions.

The blow failed, and Fifty-five Lang's men did not stop, and another elbow swung out again. But Ichihachiro was not afraid at all, and met it head-on, taking over all his attacks.

The two figures were entangled again.

"Brother Fifty-Five, come on!"

"Brother 10, come on!"

The emotions of the two groups watching the battle were high again, and they mustered up all their strength to cheer on their respective partners. And the cheers for this are filling the entire arena at the moment.

"Five-eight-seven-ro, that kid is good. On the high platform, Xiong Tianqi looked at an arena and commented.

On it, Wuhachilang saw the opportunity, and slammed his palm on his opponent's chest as fast as lightning, and cleanly knocked it off the stone platform, winning the victory in this battle.

"But they still have to hone more, their current strength, I'm afraid they can't play one-twelve. Xiong Batian replied when he heard this.

"Take your time, there's no rush. On the side, Xiong Tian said lightly.

Xiong Batian and the others nodded, continuing to comment on the performance of the other disciples.

On the 33rd platform, after a fierce battle, Ichihachiro has gradually gained the advantage. I saw that its aggression was like fire, and it was like thunder. Under that fierce attack, Fifty-five Lang had to defend in a hurry.

"Drink!" After a round of rapid attack, Ichihachiro grabbed a flaw in Fifty-five Lang and kicked him in the abdomen with lightning speed, and the violent force directly took Fifty-five Lang upside down and flew out.

Just as Fifty-Five was about to slam into the ground, a figure flashed, caught it, and brought it back to the arena.

"Thank you, seniors. Fifty-five Lang stood firm, and he didn't care about the pain all over his body, and hurriedly saluted and thanked him.

Seeing this, the referee bowed slightly, turned over his hand and took out a jade bottle, and instructed: "This is a breeze to disperse, wait for yourself to apply it." Be sure to recuperate the injury as quickly as possible, otherwise the impact on the next battle will be small, and it will be difficult to deal with the accumulation of dark injuries. ”。

"No. Fifty-five Lang took the jade bottle and bowed again.

Seeing this, the referee didn't say much, turned to everyone and announced, "This battle is won by Ichihachiro." ”。

"Beautiful!" Hearing this, Erlang and the others immediately jumped with cheers.

Even Da Lang also showed a heartfelt smile.

On the arena, Ichihachiro endured the joy in his heart, stepped forward and saluted Fifty-five Lang with his fists: "Agreed." ”。

"Congratulations. Fifty-five Lang also returned the salute with a fist.

After the two of them saluted, the referee came to Ichihachiro's side, turned over and took out a jade bottle from his bracer, and said, "Oh, wait and apply it yourself." ”。

"Thank you, senior. Ichihachiro took the jade bottle and saluted respectfully.

"Hmm. The referee nodded slightly, waved his hand casually, signaled that they could go, and then ignored them, took out a jade medal for himself, and recorded the result of the battle.

When Ichihachiro stepped off the arena, he could no longer suppress the joy in his heart and joined the crowd.

After expressing a burst of joy in their hearts, the group moved to a corner on the edge of the arena to rest for a while, waiting for the second batch of battles.

Gradually, the lively arena quieted down, but the first battles were over.

On the high platform, after all the results were counted, Xiong Tianqing slowly got up, and his majestic voice spread throughout the arena under the wrapping of aura: "The second batch of battles has begun, and the disciples participating in the battle are all in place!"

"It's my turn!" Hearing this, San Lang, who had been gearing up for a long time, got up and said with high morale.

"Let's go, let's go and cheer for you together!" As if influenced by San Lang, Da Lang got up and said proudly.

"Don't lose. On the side, Erlang quipped.

"Cut~" San Lang glanced at Erlang when he heard this, and disdained to argue with him.

On the No. 85 arena, Da Lang and his party arrived slowly.

After greeting everyone, Saburo slowly walked onto the stone platform, confident and calm.

At this moment, on the arena, there is already a person standing upright, who is San Lang's opponent today - Ninety-six Lang!

"San Lang?" Seeing San Lang arrive, the referee looked up and down, nodded secretly, and asked.

"Disciple, Xiong's Saburo, I have seen my seniors. San Lang stepped forward to salute his disciple and bowed loudly.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I didn't. ”

Hearing this, the referee nodded, motioned for the two to step forward, and said, "Respect!"

Hearing this, San Lang and Jiuliu Lang stepped forward and saluted each other.

"Let's go!" After the two of them saluted, a gleam flashed in the referee's eyes, and he shouted loudly, slowly retreating to the edge of the stone platform.

"Drink. Hearing the referee's order, San Lang's eyes suddenly widened, blood and qi came out, and a fighting spirit rose.

On the other side, Jiuliulang also opened his stance, his eyes locked on Saburo, ready to shoot at any time!

"Brother, come on!" Before the battle began, the eldest sister in the audience couldn't suppress the surging passion in her heart, and shouted loudly to cheer for San Lang.

"Third brother, come on!"

"Brother Ninety-Six, come on!"

The eldest sister shouted out, instantly igniting the passion of everyone in the audience, and the cheers rang out one after another.

On the battle platform, a breeze blew, a flash of light flashed in San Lang's eyes, and his body moved, taking the lead in breaking the confrontation between the two, and rushing towards Jiuliu Lang like a light and shadow.

"Drink!" Seeing this, Jiuliulang shouted, and the crystal white blood gushed out, and as soon as he stepped on the soles of his feet, it turned into a white light, and he went straight to San Lang.

After a brief period of silence, the arena was once again alive.