When the ring battle began, Luo Qianye didn't have the heart to care about the boring problem of the seats, he kept his eyes on the square below, and then watched the team by team competition.

When it was their turn to be in this scene of their sect, as soon as the disciples on both sides came on the field, Luo Qianye's face changed.

"Why are the people of Extreme Mountain here?"

After that, Luo Qianye's eyes locked on a cultivator with a 13-fold refining body, and the uniform he was wearing in the Extreme Realm Mountain was as conspicuous as it was.

It's clear that there was no Extreme Mountain on yesterday's battle table.

Extreme Realm Mountain, this is going to be in the 13th realm, which also cuts off the possibility of his turnaround?

Suddenly angry in his heart, Luo Qianye turned his head to look at Bai Peng, the Great Elder of the Extreme Realm Mountain, and found that Bai Peng looked at him with a smile on his face.

Conspiracy!

It's definitely a conspiracy!

Luo Qianye hurriedly waved at Feng You, who led them into the square.

Feng You hurriedly walked over.

"Sect Master, what's the matter?"

Luo Qianye immediately asked, "In this group of disciples of the Qianye Sect, what is the strength of the three 13 realms?"

Feng You said: "Our sect's Zhao Shang strength is good, and he should be able to win one or two games." ”

"That's good! Now I can only hope that the 13th Realm of the Extreme Realm Mountain is not so strong. ”

Luo Qianye waved his hand and let Feng You retreat.

Bang!

The gong sounded.

From the other end of the square, a young man with a tiger's back jumped out of the team of more than a dozen people, his arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs, and a pair of tiger eyes swept over Luo Mi and the others, and then shouted loudly: "The barbarian Wanyan Ali is the first to guard, do any of you are willing to come up and challenge!"

After saying that, Luo Mi immediately responded, "I'm coming!"

The disciples of the Chiba Sect who were watching in the square immediately shouted.

"The young sect master is mighty!"

"The young sect master will win!"

Hearing this shout, Wan Yan laughed out loud in the stands, and then turned his head to look at Luo Qianye.

"Sect Master Luo, the tiger father has no dogs!"

This sentence entered Luo Qianye's ears, and he naturally knew that it was not literal, and he was obviously mocking his son for not knowing what to say.

I just wanted to choke back, but the gong sounded.

Clang!

"Let's go!"

Deacon Dragon's shouts disappeared.

The next moment, Luo Mi quickly ran towards Wanyan Ali, slowly drawing the long sword in his sheath as he ran. However, the sword was never drawn, but stopped halfway through it, with a sense of momentum.

Seeing Luo Mi's movements, Wanyan Ali applauded, and his arm, which was thicker than his thighs, made a loose movement, and the corners of his mouth rose up and set off some sneers. Seeing Luo Mi approaching, his smile stopped abruptly, and his eyes released a hideous gaze like a hungry wolf in the wilderness, and he rushed towards Luo Mi with his physical body.

Look at this meaning, you have to use your body to block sword moves!

Of course, Wanyan Ali didn't forget to taunt, "Luo Mi, you are too weak, let Lao Tzu go down." ”

Luo Mi snorted coldly and said with a smile: "The flesh is against my flying sword, you are very bold." ”

The words fell, and the sword was raised!

The long sword was instantly pulled out of its scabbard, and with a wisp of white sword light, it slashed towards Wanyan Ali.

Draw the sword!

However, Wanyan Ali, who saw this scene, was not in a hurry, took out a small copper hammer from his arms, swung it and smashed it towards the sword.

Bang!

The blade of the sword collided with the brass hammer.

Obviously, there is only a fist-sized copper hammer, but the power that can be exerted is huge, and the sword held by Luo Mi touched it like that, not only broke the sword drawing technique, but almost made the sword in Luo Mi's hand come out of his hand.

And before Luo Mi could react, Wanyan Ali's fist had already smashed down, and Luo Mi couldn't react, so he had to block his chest with his arm.

One punch.

Luo Mi took ten steps back.

The onlookers were speechless.

To be honest, it is rare for such a gap in strength to be so large in the same realm.

Most of the Wan Yan in the stands stood up with a smile and said to Wen Ping, who was five or six positions away from him: "Sect Master Wen, I don't know how you decide the outcome of this battle?"

Wen Ping pointed to himself, "Talk to me?"

"Of course. ”

Wen Ping responded, "I don't know, I think that ugly, fat man who looks a bit like a pig, he should win." ”

Hearing Wen Ping's answer, Wanyan mostly laughed.

"Sect Master Wen really has a pair of discerning eyes, of course, Wanyan Ali will definitely win......"

Most of Wanyan's smiles stopped abruptly.

Fat like a pig?

"You!"

Wan Yan mostly immediately glared at Wen Ping.

Barking!

The mountain dog immediately climbed out of the table and barked at Wanyan, feeling like he was about to fight with Wanyan.

It was at this moment that a dull sound suddenly came from the square.

The pain with this sound was obvious, Wen Ping immediately looked up, and saw the scene of Luo Mi being beaten back dozens of steps by Wanyan Ali's fists.

Dozens of steps, already close to the border of the ring, there is no way to retreat.

Seeing this, most of them lost their anger, and then said to Wen Ping: "Boy, it's useless to be quick to speak." ”

"Doesn't he look like a pig?"

Wen Ping immediately turned around and asked a woman behind him.

The woman smiled awkwardly, glanced at Wanyan, and quickly glanced elsewhere.

"Not speaking is acquiescence. Wen Ping smiled and turned around.

The woman immediately turned back in panic and explained to Wanyan, "No, Wanyan's senior, how could the slave family mean this?"

Wen Ping said: "Explanation is a cover-up. ”

......

In the ring.

Wanyan Ali looked at Luo Mi with a cruel smile and said: "In the face of absolute power, your bells and whistles sword moves are useless at all, admit defeat, if you come again, I will beat you to death." ”

"Throw in the towel!"

Feng You hurriedly shouted on the side.

Luo Mi swallowed the hot blood in his mouth, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Elder, I can still fight!"

Feng You hurriedly stepped forward to grab Luo Mi, frowned, and admonished: "Don't hurt your foundation for an assessment, you still have a long way to go." ”

When Feng You pulled Luo Mi off the field, Deacon Long of the Hundred Sects Alliance stood at the edge of the square and shouted.

"Brute, Wanyan Ali wins!Cumulative number of wins: 1. ”

When these words reached Luo Qianye's ears, it was like a needle prick.

It didn't take long for Wanyan Ali to shout loudly again, "I'm still standing here, who dares to come?"

After Yan Ali looked around, he saw that no one on the other side was facing the battle, and said: "If no one fights, it means that I will defend the Chen Palace, and all of you will lose." ”

"I'm coming!"

A young man from the Chiba Sect stepped forward.

The onlookers around began to chatter.

"This is the golden river of the Chiba sect. ”

"Jin He, isn't his strength inferior to Luo Mi?"

"Didn't this guy go up and die?"

"With Yan Ali, the victory of the junior group should be decided. ”

......

Without listening to the noisy discussion, Wen Ping looked at Luo Qianye with his eyes closed, then patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Sect Master Luo, didn't you sleep last night?"

Luo Qianye opened his eyes and looked at Wen Ping, speechless.

It's not that he doesn't sleep, or he can't sleep at all.

A Wanyan Ali has already controlled the victory of the junior group, and there are also people from the Flying Dragon Club, and the junior group is completely hopeless.

Also, what's so exciting?

It's obviously their own people who are unilaterally abused.

At that moment, Deacon Long's voice rang out.

"Wanyan Ali wins again!"

Luo Qianye couldn't help but open his eyes, and then saw someone come up and carry down Jin He who was lying on the ground.

Tianjiao, who was ranked third among the 15-year-old Qianye Sect, only lasted a hundred breaths in the hands of Wanyan Ali.

As I was looking at it, I heard most of the voices in my ears.

"Sect Master Luo, I'm sorry, my disciple is a little heavier. ”

Luo Qianye was silent, not even looking at him.

It was at this time that most of Wanyan began to continue to provoke, "Who else is coming!"

No one answered.

More than a dozen teenagers stood under the ring, burying their heads.

It seems that they all acquiesced to this outcome.

Luo Qianye looked at this scene, and his heart was full of departure!

Rather than be embarrassed here, he thought it would be better to go and see his son's injuries.