"Flying Stone Fist, Flying Sand and Stones!"

After the two of them were tested in the ring, Zhou Sen and Jiang Chengyi finally started to move, the young man named Zhou Sen shouted loudly, his arms turned into fists, and his fists were dyed with a layer of earth.

Seeing this scene, a trace of interest flashed on Jiang Chengyi's face, and he shouted lightly: "It's good to come, but it's too early for Senior Brother Zhou to defeat me with this, eat me a slap of hot ham!"

Jiang Chengyi did not retreat but advanced, and there was a flame on his legs when he ran quickly, and he came to Zhou Sen in an instant, and his three legs collided with Zhou Sen's fist without fear!

Bang!

The touch of the leg and the fist, the touch of the flame and the flying stone, the extremely high temperature of the air flow spread outward, Zhou Sen's face had a trace of solemnity, Jiang Chengyi's first leg was to break his flying stone fist, and before he could make a counterattack, Jiang Chengyi's second leg was drawn, and a leg with flames twitched, Zhou Sen subconsciously blocked it with his hand!

Bang!

Jiang Chengyi's leg twitched behind Zhou Sen's arm, the latter staggered, took a few steps back, and before his body completely stopped, he saw that the former was pumping with one leg again, like a fire whip!

"I throw in the towel!"

Zhou Sen was shocked, and subconsciously blurted out to admit defeat!

Phew!

The leg like a fire whip could be stopped at Zhou Sen's forehead, and the high temperature at close range made Zhou Sen's forehead sweat!

The flames dissipated, the surrounding temperature dropped, Jiang Chengyi put away his right leg, and arched his hand: "Senior Brother Zhou admits it!"

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Sen's mouth and he got out of the ring.

"Jiang Chengyi wins, enter the next game, and then Anqi vs. Bai Song!"

After the first match, after Zhou Senjiang Chengyi got out of the ring, the slaughterhouse master announced that his eyes were still half-closed and half-open, as if he was still dozing off, but in fact, this level of battle could not attract his attention at all, so it was just a little boring.

This time, there are still two nominal disciples, a man and a woman, the male is resolute and heroic, and the female is heroic, both of them are level 9 trainee spirit cultivators, and after fighting each other for more than ten moves, the female one is slightly better and has obtained the qualification for the next round!

......

The first few battles were all battles between nominal disciples, and those real disciples in the slaughterhouse could only watch them fight in the ring from the sidelines, which could be regarded as giving them a chance to collect information about their opponents.

It wasn't until the fifth scene began that the real disciples of the Slaughterhouse finally stepped forward!

"In the fifth scene, He Yuanshi vs. Jiang Feng!"

After the slaughterhouse master announced, Nameless could see a young man not far from him walking into the ring with a little nervousness and apprehension, this was Jiang Feng, a level 8 apprentice spirit cultivator, and he was also a not weak master among the disciples of the slaughterhouse, but it was obviously not enough to face his opponent.

His opponent, He Yuanshi, was a young man around twenty years old, and he was estimated to be a few years older than the new disciples of their class, but he was indeed a level 9 apprentice spirit practitioner, and judging by the thickness of the aura in his body, it seemed that he was also a leader among the nineteen outer disciples who participated in the selection competition on a nominal basis, close to the cultivation of a half-step junior spirit master!

He Yuanshi's body jumped, jumping into the ring like a big bird, the pair of eyes on the hooked nose were full of contempt, with a disdainful smile on his face, he looked up at the sky, like a proud big rooster!

All the slaughterhouse disciples looked at this He Yuanshi behaved like this, their hearts were unhappy, they could see He Yuanshi's disdain for them, the slaughterhouse disciples, looking at them as if a dignitary was looking at a beggar, although they were all human beings, but their status was obviously far apart!

"Senior Brother He, please advise!"

Jiang Fengsuo was also angry at He Yuanshi's behavior, but in the way of etiquette, he still gave up his hand, and the strength of the spirit cultivation world was respected, even though Jiang Feng's age was obviously greater than He Yuanshi, he still called the latter a senior brother!

Jiang Feng did it with courtesy, but the arrogant He Yuanshi turned a blind eye to Jiang Feng's courtesy, and said contemptuously: "Do it, don't waste my time!"

"Hmph, eat me with a bloody light fist!"

He Yuanshi was really too arrogant, listening to the other party's contemptuous tone, Jiang Feng's unhappiness in his heart increased greatly, and he was no longer polite to the other party, and after snorting coldly, he bullied himself, the aura in his body exploded, and the bright red blood-colored light covered his fist, and when he approached He Yuanshi's side, the blood light on his fist skyrocketed, and a punch burst out, turning into a blood-colored light!

"Sure enough, it's a disciple of the slaughtering hall, it's really bad, even this kind of first-order spiritual skill dares to take it out and embarrass people, let you see what it means to be a spiritual skill, gathering spirit hands!"

He Yuanshi faced Jiang Feng's blood light fist, there was no fear in his eyes, some were just thick disdain, he didn't dodge or shy Jiang Feng's punch, stretched out his hand and turned it, the wisps of aura seemed to be pulled by him, and as his hand turned, these aura were like swords to cut off Jiang Feng's blood-colored light as much as possible!

"How is this possible, my Blood Light Fist was broken so easily, no, this is impossible!"

Jiang Bong muttered in disbelief!

"Nothing is impossible, how can a mere first-order spiritual skill be compared to my second-order spiritual skill spirit gathering hand, give it to me!"

He Yuanshi sneered disdainfully, and then with a movement of his feet, his figure quickly came to Jiang Feng, and slapped his palm on Jiang Feng's chest.

Bang!

A deep voice sounded, and Jiang Feng's body flew upside down and smashed on the ground!

And He Yuanshi turned around and got out of the ring, without waiting for the slaughterhouse master to announce the victory, the slaughterhouse disciple's face was pale, He Yuanshi did this, in their eyes, it was an insult to the slaughterhouse master, the slaughterhouse master is the host and referee of the selection competition, so generally speaking, even if the winner is scored, but in order to show respect for the referee, he will still wait for the other party to win or lose before getting out of the ring!

He Yuanshi's action is not only an insult to the slaughterhouse master, but even more so to the disciples of the slaughtering hall, as the so-called one glory and one loss, even the hall master of their slaughterhouse is contemptuous and disdainful, for them, the disciples of the slaughtering hall, his thoughts are naturally more prosperous!

Compared to the face of the disciples of the Slaughtering Hall, the face of the Slaughterhouse Master was not wavering, and he just announced the result: "The fifth competition He Yuanshi, the sixth competition ......"

He didn't seem to be angry on the surface, but who knew what was really going on in his heart?