In the ring ten zhang long and six zhang wide, Zhao Lin and Yi Rihao stood opposite each other.

The two didn't know each other, and they didn't have a good impression, so naturally they didn't have anything to say, so they simply didn't even report each other's names.

Zhao Lin just casually hugged his fists, then raised his fists and gestured to the Arbitrator Elder.

In order not to delay time, only one side of the ring needs to raise a fist to start.

The Elder of the Arbitrator immediately shouted, "One, two...... Three! ”

Zhao Lin stepped into the ring, his body shot out like an arrow off the string, quickly narrowed the distance between the two, and his fist was punched out from his waist, and a move "Progress Hammer" hit Yi Rihao's chest.

The strength of the fist is like substance, and the momentum is like thunder.

Yi Rihao had already calculated that Zhao Lin's strength was too much higher than his own, and it was not wise to attack, so he flashed sideways lightly, giving way to the middle, and at the same time raising his arm to open his fist.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Yi Rihao only felt a strong force coming, and there was a sharp pain in his arm, and he took a few steps back in a row to dissolve the force.

Zhao Lin took advantage of the momentum to chase up, shifted his center of gravity to his right foot, made a left fist cover, and his right fist pierced out from under his armpit.

Yi Rihao didn't dare to touch it hard, and flew and jumped away.

Zhao Lin didn't stop at his feet, caught up and attacked several punches in a row, and when he reached the ninth time, he made a move to progress the hammer, and then followed by a Yan copying water, and hit the move he had just hit again.

Well?

Yi Rihao was slightly stunned, and then snickered with joy.

It turns out that there will only be these few axes!

It seems that what Elder Gu said is right, this person only cultivates fist strength, other exercises are commonplace, and the fist strength is fierce, but it goes straight, lacks changes, and does not have palm strength and leg skills to complement it.

Many people in the stands also thought that Zhao Lin had cultivated to the blood realm at the age of twenty and could still hit more than five hundred punches, which was already a genius among geniuses.

If you are proficient in a variety of exercises and have superb moves, will there be a way for others to live?

But I didn't know that this was done by Zhao Lin on purpose, if he attacked with all his strength as soon as he came up, and Yi Rihao had no power to fight back in a few moves, what if he moved his hand and admitted defeat?

He had the intention to be ruthless, and naturally he wanted to make the other party think that he would only have a few superficial punches and kicks.

Yi Rihao was quite cautious and didn't rush to make a move, seeing that Zhao Lin had made a few moves repeatedly, he began to think about it.

When Zhao Lin used Yan to copy the water again, Yi Rihao raised his eyebrows, suddenly turned defense into attack, and pointed into a knife, waved his palm to draw an arc-shaped flame, and slashed straight at Zhao Lin's left rib.

"Finally hooked!"

The Flame Knife was an exercise performed by the five people of Tuzha that day, and Zhao Lin was very familiar with it, so his heart moved, and he turned his body sharply to the side, and blasted out a Heavenly Frost Fist against the Flame Knife.

The wind and frost on the fist were filled, and a white mist formed in the air in an instant.

"What kind of punch is this?"

Yi Rihao was shocked, and seemed to be targeted by a fierce beast for a moment, but at this time, it was too late to recruit, so he could only hit it hard.

As soon as the fist palm touched, the flame knife was suppressed and the flames were extinguished, and Yi Rihao felt a chill to the bone, and it was difficult to breathe, and he flew back in fright.

Zhao Linhu leaped forward, opened his five fingers, turned his fist into a claw, and grabbed the three yin claws on his head, not giving the other party a chance to breathe at all.

Yi Rihao's soul was scattered, knowing that if he was caught, he was afraid that he would have to be disemboweled, so he could only bite the bullet and cross his fists to meet him.

There was a muffled sound, and Yi Rihao was directly beaten to his knees.

Zhao Lin leaned over and sank his shoulders, and an uppercut punch blasted out.

Just such a blink of an eye, a three-stage attack, one ring after another: the lion swings its head, the tiger pounces on the food, and the leopard flicks its tail!

Yi Rihao felt a burst of despair, knowing that Zhao Lin must have a back move, and if he blocked it again, he would definitely die, his heart was horizontal, his left fist was protected in front of his chest, and his right hand was desperately raised upward......

I'd rather take a punch than admit defeat to save my life.

With a bang, Zhao Lin's fist slammed into Yi Rihao's chest.

The blood in Yi Rihao's mouth ran wildly, and his body flew into the air.

"Stop!"

When the Arbitrator Elder shouted to stop, Zhao Lin had already come to Yi Rihao's side, and when he heard this, he immediately stopped and slowly withdrew his fist.

"It's your fate!"

Before he lost consciousness, Yi Ri Hao finally raised his palm.

The Weizi disciples under the ring were quick to catch Yi Rihao, and were surprised to find that he was cold all over, and there was no heat on his body.

"How are you?"

Yi Rihao's teeth chattered, and he couldn't say a word.

Elder Gu walked over with a gloomy face, took out an elixir and gave it to Yi Rihao, pressed his palm on his chest, and infused vitality to heal his wounds.

After a long while, Yi Rihao opened his eyes with difficulty.

Elder Gu breathed a sigh of relief, the disciple's life was finally saved, but his ribs were broken, and his meridians were extremely injured, and it would take at least a few months to recover.

"What a good intention!"

Elder Gu looked towards the ring and gritted his teeth.

Zhao Lin glanced at him, disapproving, he was just a tooth for a tooth.

The people in the stands were stunned by Zhao Lin's actions, they didn't expect him to be so fierce.

"This is a deliberate attempt to beat people to death!" Elder Gao Yun, who was a vulture, gasped and said with a cool breath.

"Although the martial arts court will each have its own masters, this is too ruthless." A long-haired elder beside him said.

"Anyway, Yi Rihao was seriously injured, although he was able to advance to the next round, it seems that he can't fight anymore, if anyone is in a group with him, he will pick up a big bargain......"

There was silence in the Weizi stands, and the head and elders naturally knew why Zhao Lin was ruthless, and he held a grudge in his heart.

The head of the Flame Sect said in a deep voice: "Send someone to inform all the disciples on the field, you must be careful when you encounter Basang and Zhao Lin. ”

After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "If you're not sure, you'll ...... Throw in the towel! ”

When Elder Mai heard this, he was unwilling to say, "Do you want to eat this dumb loss?" Since he dares to injure our disciples, we will retaliate and go back!" ”

"Even if you can't clean him up, isn't there someone else? Da Yue's disciples won't all be so powerful, right? ”

The head of the Flame Sect shook his head and said, "It's not proper, Huo Shan's matter has already caused public anger, and it is not for me, so I will be patient for a while." ”

"Besides, there is a Basang ...... in Wuche"

Elder Mai's mouth moved when he heard this, and he didn't say anything more.

After a short time, the nine rings ended the competition one after another, and the rest were connected in groups.

Perhaps intimidated by Zhao Lin, the second place in the same group as Basang and Borta gave up the challenge, and the two went directly to the second round without even going to the ring.

Zhao Lin originally wanted to observe the skills of these two fierce rivals, but he could only give up when he saw this.

Near noon, the first round of group battles ended, and without surprise, the top sixteen disciples in terms of fist power all passed.

This round of Dayue has a good record, especially the Xingyun Sect, thanks to Yang Lin's seven-breath battle training, none of the disciples have stage fright, and they are decisive and full of momentum.

Seven disciples of the Xingyun Sect advanced to the second round, and the disciples who did not qualify also won one or two games in the group, adding to the record of Dayue.

After a short break, the second round resumed.

(End of chapter)