After Ao Shuang defeated Ao Lei with one punch, he stood alone in the center of the aura storm just now, and said to the elder lightly: "Can you announce the result?"

"Ah, well, the winner of this competition is Ao Shuang!" The elder also felt a little unbelievable when he saw Ao Shuang's simple and rude solution to the battle.

Standing in the center of the competition venue, although he was still not handsome, but at this moment, Jian Xing's eyebrows and thin lips made people look like they really had an indescribable elegance, which made many girls from the proud family look sideways.

"This, this is defeated? The said Ao Shuang is one level higher than Ao Lei, but it won't be defeated in one move, right?"

"It's as simple as more than one move, Ao Shuang didn't even use spiritual skills!"

The children of the proud family outside the field were all amazed.

The three elders who were sitting on the edge of the martial arts arena also said to the patriarch Ao Tianhao: "Big brother, it seems that your son has made some progress in his cultivation recently. ”

"Well, this punch is kind of like that. "Proud of the proud road.

Ao Shuang's punch just now didn't use the Trapped Dragon Fist, it was just a punch at the pinnacle of the eighth level martial artist based on the cultivation of the Great Demon Prisoner Heavenly Skill! Ao Shuang seemed to have a trace of understanding of the Trapped Dragon Fist at the moment of this punch, but when Ao Shuang calmed down and looked for it, he couldn't find it anymore.

At this time, Ao Lei stood up with difficulty, came to Ao Shuang with his left hand and his injured right hand, and said to Ao Shuang: "Ao Shuang, I was defeated by you this time, I am convinced, and I propose a competition to you, which is indeed presumptuous." But I will work hard to cultivate, and when I am successful in cultivation, I will challenge you again. With that, Ao Lei walked away with his injured right arm.

Ao Shuang didn't say anything, looked at the back of Ao Lei's departure, and thought in his heart: Ao Lei knows how to advance and retreat, and his heart is not bad, even if he is limited in qualifications, he can still have some achievements in the future.

Ao Shuang was thinking about it, and suddenly felt that someone behind him was watching him, and when he looked back, Ao Qi's slightly hateful eyes were staring at him tightly: Hey, hit the small one, come to the old one, and it's a troublesome thing.

The competition between the fourth-level and seventh-level martial artists ended quickly, but what people didn't expect was the son of the sixth elder Aofu, who was only fifteen years old this year, and the peak strength of the sixth-order martial artists, with the human-level high-level spiritual skill "Qingfeng Sword Technique", he defeated three seventh-level martial artists by leaping over the level, and was qualified to challenge the children of the seventh-level martial artists and above, of course, he could also choose to give up.

Aode did not choose to continue the challenge, although Aode gave up the challenge, but no one said anything, after all, Aode is only fifteen years old this year, and it is no surprise that he can participate in the three-year clan competition.

Of course, the competition above the eighth-level martial artist will not be like the fourth- to seventh-level martial artist, after the eighth-level martial artist, it is the lottery to determine the opponent, because Ao Han and Ao Qi are already at the spirit master level, so they are not within the scope of the lottery. And because Aode did not choose to continue the challenge, there are now eleven children of the Ao family participating in the competition of eighth-level martial artists and above.

Eleven children of the proud family, if the lottery is drawn, there will definitely be one bye, and those who have a bye can directly enter the next round of the competition.

The five elders of the Ao family came up with the boxes drawn by lot, and the eleven children of the Ao family began to draw lots.

The first place to go up to the lottery was Aoyang, and after the draw, he handed it over to the five elders without looking at it, as if he didn't care who the opponent was.

The second lottery winner was Avier, who walked up to the stage and saluted the five elders before drawing a note from the box, number ten, almost number eleven. Because in addition to Ao Han and Ao Qi, there are a total of eleven challengers, so the elders decided that No. 11 is the bye, and if you draw No. 11, you can directly participate in the next competition.

Ao Shuang didn't go to the stage to draw lots for a long time, as if he wanted to tell the children of the Ao family that it didn't matter what others draw, and Zuihou was his own.

The challengers went forward to draw lots in turn, and when the 10th place was drawn, no one drew the 11th lot. At this time, only Ao Shuang did not draw lots, and Ao Shuang was naturally the No. 11 lot, the bye.

In the first game, No. 1 was proud to be No. 2 Aoming.

Proud, the pinnacle of the eighth-level martial artist, good boxing method, human-level high-level spiritual skills, Fuhu fist.

Aoming, an eighth-level martial artist, good at swordsmanship, human-level advanced spiritual skills, and Yin Wind swordsmanship.

On the edge of the martial arts arena, all the elders sat there, watching the competition of the disciples.

This time, it was the five elders who were the referees, and after announcing the competition, they announced that the competition had begun.

Ami Ming arched his hand and said, "Please advise." ”

Proudly waved his right hand and said, "Please." ”

Ao Ming knew that the other party's spiritual power was deeper than his own, and he couldn't fight a protracted battle, so he kicked his feet after speaking, and the whole person rushed out like a leopard, holding the knife handle behind his back with his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

When he was about to reach Aoran's face, Aoming suddenly pulled out a knife in his right hand, a slender knife, flashing with cold light, and slashed at Aoran's head.

"The wind is stirring!"

The sword light fell rapidly, and it was accompanied by a gust of yin wind, exuding a chilling aura.

And just when Aoming's knife was about to slash at Aoran's head, Aoran turned his body sideways, and he wanted to dodge Aoming's long knife. But Ao Ming is not an ordinary person, seeing that he can't make meritorious service with a knife, the blade turned, changed the split to cut, and cut to the side of Ao Ran's head.

Proudly, he put on a pair of gloves on his hands and raised his hand to block it.

"When" the sound of the weapons staggered.

"How is this the sound of weapons intertwined? Could it be that Brother Aoran's hands are so hard?"

"Are you stupid? It's a glove made of silk. ”

Ao Ming saw that he had no result, and he shouted again.

"It's windy!"

Countless sword shadows shrouded proudly, and the wind gusted.

Some of the proud children in the audience had never seen such a competition, and stared intently at the two of them, for fear of missing a single bit.

Ao Yu, who was sitting next to Ao Shuang, asked, "Brother Ao Shuang, if you Yujian's move, how can you break it?"

Ao Shuang thought for a while and said: "This move is chaotic, it seems to be menacing and powerful, but Liliang is too scattered, just find the trajectory of the knife, condense Liliang at one point, and break it with one blow." ”

Aoyu didn't speak again after hearing the "oh", but continued to watch the two of them in the competition.

The arrogance on the stage is naturally not arrogant, I saw that the other party was fierce, and it was also a fierce counterattack, and the Fuhu fist was played to the fullest, such as the fist of the tiger coming down the mountain turned into a fist shadow and Aoming bombarded it.

Streams of aura staggered in the air, but after a long time, it could be seen that Aoming's strength was not strong, and he couldn't support it. Aoming also knew that he couldn't fight a protracted battle with the other party, but there was nothing he could do, and he would lose if he dragged it out.

Sure enough, Aoming finished his move, and when he changed his move, he was already exhausted. Proudly seized this opportunity, "Tiger roar!"

A long punch slammed straight into Aoming's chest. Suddenly, Ami Ming flew outside the venue like a kite with a broken string.

"The first competition, proudly won!"