The qualifying battle has started the first competition on the outer edge of Min Zhufeng. The battle was already in full swing on the battlefield. And in the audience, countless people are also talking about which is stronger and which is weak.

"Platform No. 8, Liu Yan!" On the battle platform, a man wearing the costume of the peak master acted as the referee of the No. 8 platform. And when he finished shouting this sentence, unexpectedly, Liu Yan did not leap onto the battlefield as he imagined.

The referee waited on the stage for half a minute, and around the eighth platform, everyone was surprised by this strange scene. You must know that Liu Yan definitely has the strength to get the top ten positions in this competition, but this is the first battle, and it is also the easiest one, he didn't even show up, which is really a little confusing.

"Liu Yan! Liu Yan has arrived! Hurry up and come to the No. 8 platform to compete! If he doesn't show up within a minute, he will be disqualified from this ranking battle!" The referee on the stage was also a little angry, you know, this Liu Yan is Liu Bentang's grandson, in the past, if Liu Yan did such a thing, then he really didn't dare to say anything, but time has passed, and now Liu Bentang has already become a dead ghost, and he still wants to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf as a small cultivator, which is a little forgivable in the eyes of the referee.

In the blink of an eye, a minute passed like this, and in the midst of countless people's surprised or puzzled looks, the referee raised his arm and shouted: "The last time, if Liu Yan has not appeared, he will be disqualified from this qualifying battle!"

At the same time as the referee's words fell, a cold voice came from outside the battle platform: "Liu Yan can't come......"

With this voice, countless people turned their heads to look in that direction, and saw Wang Xia, who had blood in his hand, slowly walking towards this side step by step, with a happy smile on his face. This smile combined with his bloody palm at this time gave people a sense of caution and panic.

When they saw Wang Xia with blood on his hands, many people couldn't help but gasp. Although Wang Xia is in Min Zhufeng, he never wears Min Zhufeng's clothes, so except for the people of Min Zhufeng, there are almost no people who can really know Wang Xia at this time.

"Who are you!" The referee had a premonition that something was going to happen when he saw the blood on Wang Xia's hand, and he stared at Wang Xia with a bit of puzzlement on his face.

"Min Zhufeng Wang Xia, there is no need to disqualify that Liu Yan, because he is already dead!" Wang Xia said and raised his arm, looking at the blood that had begun to dry up on his hands, coupled with the cold smile on his face, the referee actually had a trembling feeling in his eyes.

"Bold!" The referee took a strong breath and suddenly shouted: "It is forbidden for disciples to fight each other in the Baicao Hall, you are killing people like this, where are the door rules placed!" The referee shouted very reasonably, but after he shouted, he found that Wang Xia ignored him, and he didn't even look at him.

After seeing this scene, the referee's anger suddenly surged into his heart, just to see that his palm, which originally looked a little thin and dry, suddenly swelled up, and then grabbed the void with one hand, this grasp was not strong, after all, Wang Xia had already reported himself to his family that he was the person of Min Zhufeng.

This referee is not a fool, in his opinion, it is up to the owner to beat the dog. In his eyes, killing a Wang Xia is nothing, but if he angers this Shura of Min Zhufeng, it will not be a matter of all.

The palm print flew out in the air, Wang Xia looked at the palm print that was getting closer and closer, and the golden aura suddenly surged in his body. His body suddenly moved back, ready to dodge the palm.

But at the moment when Wang Xia's left foot just moved, a huge force that was enough to crush the heavens and the earth suddenly appeared around. Wang Xia felt as if his aura had been interrupted by something! Just as Wang Xia was stunned, a gray figure had already appeared in front of him.

The palm print slammed on the gray figure, and the blow of this seventh-order powerhouse couldn't make the gray figure's body fluctuate at all! This scene directly shocked the people in the audience.

The breath that crushed the heavens and the earth, the strong exaggerated body, the gray robe and white hair. When he saw the figure, the referee felt that even the blood in his body had coagulated.

"Repair...... Shura ......, "Yes, the person who came was Min Xingwen, at this time Min Xingwen's eyes were still that gray, but the anger on his face was already telling the other party that he was very angry."

"Who allowed you to do anything wrong on top of my Min Zhu Peak! That is, if my Min Zhu Peak disciple has anything wrong on top of Min Zhu Peak, there is also an old man to deal with it, what kind of thing are you!" Min Xingwen's words fell, his big hand like a pu fan suddenly raised, and a hurricane suddenly poured out from the referee's feet, and together with the No. 8 battle platform, it was lifted directly from the ground! Pushing the referee, this person felt a terrifying and indescribable force slam on his chest. Under the impact of the huge force, this person felt that his sea of qi was about to collapse!

At this moment, the fear in his heart had reached the limit, but it was too late! The huge force pushed this person to fly out directly, and under the impact of the huge force, this person was directly bombarded by Min Xingwen and knocked down Min Zhufeng.

"Seal your qi sea for five years as a punishment! From now on, except for my disciples of Min Zhufeng, those who vainly try to do anything on top of Min Zhufeng don't blame the old man for being ruthless!" Min Xingwen's domineering declaration directly made the audience fall into silence.

In the field, except for Min Zhufeng's disciple who looked at Min Xingwen with his excited and joyful eyes, almost everyone looked at Min Xingwen with a feeling of looking at the big devil.

Min Xingwen seemed to be used to all this, his gaze swept over the audience, without exception, except for Wang Xia, who could still look at him intently when facing his gaze, everyone was forced to bow their heads.

Min Xingwen looked at Wang Xia, who was looking at him and even seriously had a fighting intent, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he nodded silently and said: "What kind of ranking battle is simply a waste of disciples' time! From now on, Min Zhufeng will not have any ranking battles!" Min Xingwen said this, and there was a gasp of cold air throughout the scene.

Entering the Holy Peak and apprenticeing to Min Xingwen is the wish of every Baicao Hall disciple, and the ranking battle is their only hope, but now Min Xingwen has extinguished their hope with a word.

Just when everyone was disappointed, Min Xingwen's next sentence almost made Wang Xia vomit blood: "From today on, as long as I can defeat this person once, I will pass on a unique knowledge!" Min Xingwen said, his finger pointing in the direction of Wang Xia who was standing beside him......

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