The battle between Zhou Dong and the rough-looking male fairy was actually not half a battle, but he was just avenging Shen Miaodan, and the procedure and rhythm of the fight were exactly the same as when the rough male fairy fought Shen Miaodan.

― On the ring, Zhou Dong first showed the exquisite palm technique of the wheel, of course, this round of palm and the colorful palm of the male fairy Luoying are not the same in terms of aesthetics, Zhou Dong is just fanning his mouth.

In the second step, Zhou Dong also completely appropriated the idea of the male fairy, and hit his knee against his lower abdomen to push him into the air.

The third step is very similar, that is, to trample the enemy under his feet, but Zhou Dong stepped on it more fiercely, and he stepped on not his hands, but his vest, and the marrow of the male fairy who was as heavy as a mountain of divine power was twitching, and the blood was flowing backwards, and the Venus in front of him was rising.

Under the ring, the handful of people who came with this male fairy shouted angrily:

"Let go of him, let go of the torture wood. ”

"Bastard, don't hurt people so much in the ring, let go of my third senior brother, otherwise we will go to the elders' house to complain about you. ”

"Boy, let go of the torture wood, or else - don't blame me for not showing you mercy when I came to power.

Zhou Dong's face was expressionless, his whole body was condensed, and he quietly exerted himself again between his feet, and with a "poof" sound, the male fairy under his feet spurted blood again. At this time, Zhou Dongcai faintly turned his head and looked at the group of angry shouters in the audience:

"What are you talking about, let me let him go?"

―Individual― jumped out of the crowd with an angry face, pointed at Zhou Dong with his hand and scolded:

"Bastard, do you understand the rules, the fight point of the 10,000-year competition is up, you can win, you have already won, and you won't let anyone go?"

"Oh!"

Zhou Dong nodded, and sure enough, he let go of his foot.

The male fairy on the ground arched upwards vigorously, and struggled for a long time before he arched up.

Xiang Zhou Dong glared angrily, his cheeks twitched, and he said viciously:

"Boy, we'll see!"

After saying that, he turned around and staggered to the ring.

"Hey, wait-wait! And finally--did you forget?"

Zhou Dong beckoned from behind.

The male fairy instantly turned around vigilantly, and in front of his eyes, he saw the flames of the Tuan Hosokawa infinitely magnified. There was a cold shudder in a fierce spirit, the male fairy's face turned white with fright, and his upper body twisted to dodge this chalk attack, but Zhou moved this extremely hot storm energy too quickly.

"Bang" sound, the sound of a violent explosion will blow up the male fairy on the outside and tender on the inside, ****, the body rushed up from the ground out of thin air, and the heavy dark energy made his body fly higher and higher.

Countless people stared at this curtain in amazement, and in the end, the body of the male fairy fell from the sky with his hands and feet, and Zhou Dong suddenly moved forward -- took a step, -- a vertical body, and shot out of the air -- with a "bang" sound, the male fairy was shot directly out of the ring, and the "pop" fell to the ground like a dead dog, and the blood and white foam in his mouth spurted at the same time, and his head was crooked.

Not only is the male fairy going to be violent, but the secret technique of extreme flame and violence in Zhou Dong can also achieve the effect of explosive explosion with a strong visual impact.

"It's so ruthless, it's almost too ruthless. ”

There was an uproar on the stage, but more people were happy and ecstatic in their hearts.

Zhou Dong fought ruthlessly but not too much, it was completely in accordance with the male fairy's routine, there must be many, Zhou Dong made his own opinion, and finally added the step - foot volley, and the others are not all copies of the male fairy.

Faintly, the eager cries gradually erupted from the crowd, some clapped their hands, some laughed happily, and watched the group of people who had just scolded Zhou Dong from a distance, and the audience's eyes were full of contempt and ridicule. ...,

"When you beat other people's fairies, they take the initiative to admit defeat and don't let them go, and you don't say anything about the beating so hard, and if you are beaten at this moment, what kind of fairness and fairness will come out, and all the inkstones in the competition will come out? How can there be such a heavenly principle in the world?"

"Well played, well fought. ”

Quite a few people were already cheering.

Shen Miaodan used the spirit sword to the ground, supporting his body that was about to fall, looking at the enemy who was beaten by Zhou Dong not far away like a dead dog, Shen Miaodan felt indescribable excitement and happiness in his heart.

She didn't need to stay overnight for this evil breath in her chest, Zhou Dong helped her out, and still breathed out in such a hearty way, Shen Miaodan looked at the figure of Zhou Dong on the stage, and the eyes in her eyes were extremely complicated with reverence, gratitude, kindness, and happiness.

Among the small group of people under the ring, two people were full of anger and ran over to help their third senior brother up. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of cold snorting from the crowd.

Although the cold snort was soft, it sounded extremely clear in everyone's ears.

Everyone in the crowd under the ring was frightened - they jumped, their faces changed color, and they turned their heads to look around.

That cold snort showed how powerful the hand was, and what kind of skill it had to be to reach everyone's ears in the midst of all the noise.

Everyone was amazed to see that among the small group of people, the most chalky person suddenly reached out and slowly took off the hat on his head, pushed away the people on the side, and walked in the direction of the ring.

When the people who saw this -- fell silent.

In the crowd, I don't know who lowered his voice and suddenly shouted:

"Oh my God, that's not the earth-based Yanfei Mountain, oh my God, it's him, it's really him. ”

The person next to him asked in surprise, "Brother, who is Yan Feishan?"

The former man said in horror:

"Yan Feishan, you don't know? He is a strong man who has rushed into the top 200 in this 10,000-year competition, and legend has it that he is ruthless, and he takes pleasure in killing. Now, the man in the ring is in trouble. ”

When the person next to him heard this, his face changed color.

There are millions of disciples of the five clans, and if they are not from this clan, it is too normal not to know this strong person, but if you want to say that you have the strength to snatch the top two hundred such a ruthless person in the 10,000-year competition, anyone who listens to it will be terrified in their hearts. Among the millions of disciples, he is one of the few elite and strong.

Such an elite disciple is still killing so hard, which makes people's hearts tremble when they think about it.

The little group of people helped the male fairy who had been knocked out of the ring to the side, and when they saw that the senior brother Yan Feishan was about to come out, this - the little group cheered at the same time.

"Senior brother, kill that bastard and avenge the third senior brother. ”

"Senior brother, don't keep your hands, how hard you fight, brothers, you have a nest in your heart, vent your anger for us. ”

"Senior brother, go up and kick that kid down, and let us step on two feet too. ”

That senior brother Yan Feishan waved his hand back vigorously, and shouted coldly:

"You wait, the one who dares to beat me, I will let him step down and kowtow to the third child, and let him lick the blood on the third child's body with his tongue. ”

"Whoop" -- cheered, and this -- the handful of people all boiled and shouted, and everyone else in the audience looked at them.

Between his feet, Yan Feishan swept straight to the top of the ring with a "swish" sound. When the spectators in the audience saw this scene, their hearts hung up at the same time, and they secretly pinched a cold sweat for Zhou Dong.

Zhou Dong turned his head and went up behind the attack. ...,

I saw Yan Feishan Yin geometry and asked in a cold voice:

"I'm here to attack, by the way, on behalf of your ancestors to repair and repair you, you've just fought, do you need to rest?"

The people in the audience who knew the inside story had already narrowed their eyes, and they called out to Zhou Dong anxiously in their hearts: "Come down, come down quickly, don't fight, it will fall into the hands of Yan Feishan, it will be extremely miserable." ”

Zhou Dong smiled faintly, shook his head slowly, and said:

"It doesn't take much effort to beat some of the so-called bastards, I don't have to rest. ”

"Well, boy, you are the one who seeks your own death, -- I will make you kneel under my crotch and call me three times ancestor. ”

Yan Feishan shouted angrily, and the rest of his body swelled violently, and raised his hand forward, and a huge suction force frantically transmitted to the circumference, and the sand and rocks flew in the ring, and several protective flags could not resist this suction, and the sound of "click" broke and flew in this direction.

Zhou Dong stood in the center of the wind and waves, his feet firmly on the ground, trying to maintain his balance.

The audience in the audience felt this power that seemed to be able to suck their blood all over their bodies, and everyone changed color.

Yan Feishan smiled fiercely on his face, and slowly approached step by step in the face of Zhou Dong, his claws stretched forward, his claws were densely covered with crimson blood, and his fingertips were sharp with a terrifying power.

The closer they got, it was like the scythe of death being raised.

And Zhou Dong was still resisting the huge suction.

The hearts of the audience in the audience became tighter and tighter, and everyone was short of breath.

Yan Feishan got closer and closer, only two steps away, Yan Feishan suddenly shouted: "Boy, go die." ”

The claws suddenly stretched forward and grabbed Zhou Dong's chest, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped Zhou Dong.

And at this moment, everyone felt the flowers in front of them, and they saw Zhou Dong's hands stretched out abruptly at some point, like two ghostly afterimages, and grabbed Yan Feishan's hands and wrists mysteriously in their hands.

Zhou moved his hands like two steel pliers, his wrists turned lightly -- forcefully, the sound of "clicking" to the ground, Yan Feishan -- the earth-shattering howl, his hands hung down softly, and the wrist bones of his wrists were obviously pinched and shattered.

The flying sand and rocks on the ring also completely disappeared in an instant. Zhou moved his hands - Yang, swinging Yan Feishan's arms away, Zhonggong went straight in, directly grabbed Yan Feishan's collar, and the other hand was as heavy as a mountain, completely enveloping Yan Feishan.

Yan Feishan felt that his breath was completely suppressed, and he could no longer raise his strength.

"Snap Snap ......"

Zhou Dong is positive and negative, fanning Yan Feishan's mouth and fanning his hands, and the blood of the fan is splashing.

"Huh?"

There was an uproar, everyone was dumbfounded, and those who knew Yan Feishan's strength were even more stupid.

"What kind of magic does this lord know? How can whoever falls into his hands no longer be able to lift the immortal power, and will only be slapped severely?"

Yan Feishan is such a strong man, he has no power to fight back and was slapped in front of the eyes of everyone, this humiliation is even more sad than killing him.

"Poof" sound, Yan Feishan's mouth blood spurted out, and he was so angry that he fainted.

Zhou Dong slowly stopped slapping the slap, tilted his head to look, and said to himself:

"What's going on, this one is not as good as the one just now. ”

Zhou moved his hand -- Yang, and threw Yan Feishan in his hand to the stage like throwing a sandbag, and fell to the ground like a dead dog with a "pop."

Zhou moved his hand to the middle finger of the handful: "I didn't have fun beating two bastards, did you come up to attack?"...,

The audience was silent. The handful of people looked at each other with shocked faces, and who dared to say a word.

Far away, on the top of the ring, the Ice Girl and Jin Yuxin saw this scene, and at the same time "poof" - laughed out loud

"This little Zhou Dong's cultivation age is still short, and his heart is still so heavy. You, a strong man who even has the strength to grab the top 20 in the 10,000-year competition, what kind of heart do you have to take those people from others, aren't you obviously bullying people? Can that Yan Feishan stop you from slapping like that. ”

Si Juyi and Qing Liuhuo and the others laughed slightly, and found it interesting.

On the other side, Su Yanqi raised his eyes from the meditation and glanced coldly at Zhou Dong, and the corners of his mouth flashed with disdain: "Boring!"

After Su Yanqi finished scolding, he immersed himself in meditation again.

The first round of the 10,000-year tournament has been going on for a month.

At this moment, the elders of the various clans are long gone on the high platform, and the dozens of elders of each clan have elegant and generous stone rooms for rest and supervision by the judges.

In the fire stone room, dozens of elders were scattered and seated, and on the spar broadcast wall in front of everyone, thousands of broadcast pictures recorded the situation near each ring with extreme clarity.

Seeing that Zhou Dong finally came forward to fight, he came to power for the same door -- and he was so miserable that he beat people so miserably, and all the elders laughed at the same time.

"This little Zhou Dong, we thought he was making some kind of mystery, -- he didn't show up for a month, and this -- showing up to a good time is -- a bloody spoof. ”

"Hahaha......"

Everyone laughed at the same time.

After a while, everyone's laughter gradually stopped, and one of the elders said slowly with a solemn look on his face:

"Actually, Zhou Dong came to fight for this ring, and it was just a formality. Before the 10,000-year tournament - thousand, there is no dispute that he wants to get his hands on it. We don't have to worry about this quota at all, but the key ......"

As the elder said this, the atmosphere in the stone room became much more serious.

Another elder shook his head and sighed, and then said:

"Yes, what Elder Xu said is right, Zhou Dong's quota is pinched by hand, but, the whole - a thousand rings, even with Zhou Dong, now our fire system is only one hundred and two.

In terms of the average number of the five clans, each clan has at least 200 places, and our fire disciples are far less than this average. Shame, shame. ”

After saying this, the atmosphere in the room became more and more stagnant, and everyone's hearts were heavy.

-- The brilliance of each clan is not entirely determined by how many people can occupy the highest ranking and how many places can be contested in the 1,000-person race -- it is extremely important, and this can be seen from the overall level of the young generation of each clan.

In the past, the fire system could be described as painstaking, and even the elders of the fivefold divine power took it out and conducted special training for this class of disciples.

And from the perspective of the entire clan, spare no effort to reward the elite disciples of this class. ― The prize for each contest is 30 million Shenyi Coins, which is simply an incredible number.

The clan just wanted these disciples to make further progress before the 10,000-year competition and better arm themselves.

However, it was not until the actual combat that I found that the fire system as a whole was still too weak, and in the fight for the ring, until now, the fire system was only one hundred and two people.

How could this make these elders embarrassed? When they went out to face the elders of other clans, where did the fire elders put their faces?

(To be continued)

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