A bell rings, and the competition officially begins. [Ran^Text^Library] []

The first and second players were two disciples who had been in the beginners for three years, and as soon as they jumped onto the arena, the blue-shirted young man launched a fierce attack on the gray-clothed disciple.

Under the fists and feet, the gray-clothed young man, before he could fully exert his strength, was punched in the face, screaming and rolling off the arena.

Shaking his head, the referee from the Templar held the blue-shirted boy's hand and announced that he was moving on to the next match.

The door is not red!

This competition made everyone look at it unexpectedly. At the same time, the disciples couldn't help but look at themselves, if they encountered such a situation, they would be able to exert a few percent of their strength.

The real battle is not like the private competition between the brothers and sisters, and it ends at the point. Many disciples who have no actual combat experience suffer a big loss in this kind of competition, and they dare not let go, often losing the opportunity and becoming a stepping stone for others.

Fighting requires not only strength, but also experience and courage!

Because of this, the young master of the Fang family in Anqing, Fang Dazhi, as the son of the family, still did not hesitate to go deep into the Great Wilderness Mountain, enter the Demon Beast Forest, and continue to make progress in actual combat, and continue to gain experience in bloody battles.

Martial artists are like this, there is never a time to slack off, as the so-called Wen has no first, Wu has no second!

Once you relax, others can rush in front of you, trample you hard, and ravage you fiercely.

Zhou Yang also understands this truth, especially in the past half a year, he has seen all kinds of human feelings, and in the Demon Beast Forest, he has seen the law of the jungle naked, the cruel reality of the survival of the strong and the sacrifice of the weak.

Therefore, he kept his strings tight, not daring to relax a little.

When he heard the referee read his game card, he jumped on the test table with a "rub" like a sharp sword that could be unsheathed at any time.

"Zhou Yang, Senior Brother Zhou, it's him!"

"You went out to travel some time ago, but you don't know, yesterday, Senior Brother Zhou killed Kong Xuan, a disciple of the White Tiger Palace, who came to pick the side, that style of swordsmanship was clean and neat, and he was ruthless, decisive and clean, and he was a difficult opponent. ”

"Senior Brother Zhou is a genius who has cultivated the Eight Dragons to the Great Perfection realm, when will I be as powerful as him. ”

"Cut, just your lazy appearance, you also want to catch up with Senior Brother Zhou, dream. ”

"Senior sister, have you seen it, Senior Brother Zhou's eyebrows look so good. I heard that a man's eyebrows are like knives, he must be a good man who is strong and courageous, tsk......"

"Get out of here, you nymphomaniac, get out of my way. I don't know if the senior brother has a crush on him this week, I heard that he is an orphan, but this girl is the most loving. ”

"Cut!"

The female disciple who had just spoken raised her middle finger at the junior sister behind her.

She scolded in her heart: "The little girl who hasn't grown out of her breasts is even more than the old lady!"

......

On the stage, Zhou Yang's shirt was fluttering, his body was as upright as a pine, and he was calm and relaxed.

His opponent was a disciple who had just refined the fourth layer of qi, and he saw that disciple clasping his fists as a salute, and said to Zhou Yang: "Senior Brother Zhou, be merciful to your subordinates." ”

Before the words could be settled, the disciple's long sword shook, and the person was like a spirit ape, rubbing his body and bullying Zhou Yang.

He knew and saw Zhou Yang's battle on the martial arts stage, and understood that he could not be Zhou Yang's opponent, so he wanted to strike first and take advantage of Zhou Yang's lack of preparation to sneak attack and win.

"Wow, what kind of person is this, and the dignity of a warrior, why are you so shameless. ”

The nymphomaniac girl just now said loudly.

"The arena is like a battlefield, and as long as you stand on the stage, you have to be ready to deal with all kinds of risks. ”

A senior brother standing in front said coldly. The aura on that senior brother's body was cold, making people feel like ice.

"Senior Brother Zhuang. ”

When the girl saw this senior brother named Zhuang, she didn't dare to speak anymore.

This solemn and cold temperament does not like to speak, but his words are accurate, and his strength is high, and few people dare to refute him to his face.

In the competition on the stage, Zhou Yang watched the opponent's sneak attack coldly, and he was not surprised at all.

In the Demon Beast Forest, whether it was fighting against demon beasts, or snatching resources with other experienced martial artists, there were too many situations where he would face each other without saying a word, and this situation was originally expected by him.

If he encounters an opponent who is stronger than himself, he will choose this way.

Therefore, he looked at the fierce sword style, and a phantom appeared under his feet, and he quickly dodged the opponent's attack without missing it.

Zhou Yang didn't draw out the sword of Zhige, his body was like an arrow, and he rushed under the shadow of the opponent's sword, shouted violently, and hit the opponent like lightning with a straight punch.

Although it was just an ordinary straight punch that could be seen everywhere, it was fast and powerful.

In the blink of an eye, a huge fist rushed straight to the opponent's head.

The huge True Yuan wrapped around the fist, giving people a lot of pressure and giving people the illusion of a giant hammer impact.

Rumble!

The fist made an explosive sound, with an incomparable momentum, and landed on the opponent's chest without any fancies.

"Smack!"

A blue figure, like a boulder, fell straight down under the arena.

"Zhou Yang, win!"

The referee glanced at Zhou Yang and announced loudly.

Even Bai Xi on the stage couldn't help but light up his eyes, this kid is not only amazingly powerful, mysterious and domineering, but also has such rich actual combat experience.

If Zhou Yang won with exquisite punches, he would not be so surprised, but he used a popular fist to turn decay into magic, and achieved this perfect victory with indisputable facts.

There are no useless moves, only useless warriors!

Any combat skill, as long as you choose the right time and the right target, can achieve the same effect.

The disciples of the Green Dragon Hall who were watching the battle looked at Zhou Yang with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

It's a tribute to strength!

Zhou Yang stepped off the arena and immediately closed his eyes to breathe.

In the battle just now, although we did not use much strength, whether it is the grasp of the fighter or the use of skills, we need rich actual combat experience.

The high tension of his mental power made him have to breathe for a while and prepare for the next competition.

On the stage, there was no room for a moment, and the two teenagers, one gray and one white, kicked off the battle.

"Zhang Zhong!"

Zhou Yang's eyes flashed, and when he saw the gray-clothed young man, holding a long sword, he couldn't help but nod frequently.

This Zhang Zhong really deserves to be the most well-developed martial artist.

The sword style is like the wind, masculine with femininity, so that people can't find half of the flaws.

He nodded, and if there were no surprises, this Zhang Zhong would be victorious in ten rounds.

Sure enough, in the ninth round, Zhang Zhong went to sea with a frog and forced his opponent back from the arena.

The next games are not outstanding, and people are not interested in watching them. When Zhou Yang was looking at it and was sleeping, a fiery red shadow jumped onto the arena. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates [] site URL:, please support this site!

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