Out of the arena, Garon hurried along the black corridor towards the Baiyunmen students' arena.

A team of white-clad medical team in the corridor hurried into the ring, lifted Benjamin in the ring on a stretcher, and quickly passed Galleon.

Glancing at Benjamin on the stretcher.

"First victory," he muttered in a low voice.

Passing through a few corners and rest rooms down the hallway, Garon soon came to a small, sparsely populated room.

Gently push the door open, and inside is exactly the same layout as the arena just now.

In the ring, Ke Ling was panting and leaning against the pillar, weak, and his face was splashed with fine red blood spots everywhere. Her opponent was a slender young man with a cold temperament and no signs of a fight.

It can be seen that Ke Ling can hold on for a while, although he is at a disadvantage, he can't tell the outcome in a short time.

Garon didn't stop, just glanced at Ke Ling lightly, let her see him too, and then decisively turned around and walked towards the other people's arena.

Next, he directly walked around the arena of the rest of the students.

Simon won easily, encountering a very ordinary opponent, Mi Wu relied on the speed of the explosion, and was completely restrained by him.

Garrie and people are inseparable.

zuihou a rimlido.

Garon slowly walked into the arena.

In the ring, Rimlido stood in silence and just happened to slam his opponent to the ground with a single punch. His face was expressionless, and there was a strange temperament on his body.

His opponent was a young man of short stature, scarred all over his body, and he didn't know how many times he had been knocked to the ground, but this time he still slowly and struggled to get up.

"Do you want to continue?" said Rimlido, wearing a pair of black snares, his hands and elbows curled like two sharp awls. "If you continue like this, you will die. ”

Boom!

He shot like lightning and slammed the boy in the chest, knocking it off the ring rope.

"I admit defeat!!" the young man struggled to highlight a few words in his mouth, tilted his head, and fainted directly.

"Uninteresting. Rimlido said lightly, waited for the referee to declare victory, and rolled straight out of the ring. Walk up to Garon. "Senior brother, why are you here?"

Garon frowned slightly. He felt an inexplicable temperament from this Rimlido, a bit similar to the senior sister.

"Your fighting skills were passed down by the senior sister?"

"Yes. Rimlido nodded faintly.

I don't know Weishenme, a trace of worry suddenly flashed in Garon's heart. Gently patting Rimlido on the shoulder, he didn't say much. "It's time for the next game. ”

Rimlido nodded, and followed Garon out, leaving the somewhat deserted arena behind.

The two went out and separated in two directions, and Garon quickly found his next arena, No. 17, directly following the room number.

As soon as he walked to the corridor where the room was located, he saw that the door was already full of people, most of them were young students in yellow tight-fitting clothes, and he didn't know which sect they belonged to.

Garon frowned and walked slowly forward.

Syllable.

The first strong man he touched was unconsciously shocked, and automatically avoided giving up his position. Immediately followed by the second, the third

A series of people, all of whom were touched by Garon, automatically gave way to a way, and even they themselves felt inexplicably unaware that Weishenme would get out of the way.

Garon slowly walked into the room from the middle, as if parting the sea, revealing a lone aisle, which was unusually conspicuous.

In the room, the two Jayts and Crybaby Girl from the Star Ring Gate are already here. Seeing that the people around him automatically avoided the door, a trace of admiration flashed on Jayt's face.

"Long'er, do you see? This is a shock that can only be mastered by a real master!!This guy is so strong!" Jayt's eyes showed shock.

"Shock?" The girl on the side still had tears on her face, waiting for Garon hatefully, and was stunned when she heard her senior brother's voice. "He can actually master Zhen?! Senior brother, don't you see it? Zhen is a threshold that only the top ten level powerhouses can master!"

"Stop talking, you've mastered the shock, and you're qualified to be a top-10 contender!!" Jayt whispered as he pulled the dragon back into an inconspicuous corner, but he was afraid that the dragon would cry again after a while.

Garon walked in from the crowd, his strong and tall body unusually well-proportioned, his steps calm, and his face did not have the slightest nervousness about to fight.

"You guy!!How dare you squeeze Uncle Ben!!" A bearded man in black roared loudly and shoved at Garon.

Syllable.

He pressed his hands on Garon's body, without pushing at all, and was stunned.

Smack!

He pushed two more hard, but there was no reaction at all, as if he had hit a high wall, and he couldn't shake it.

"Is this the only way for the weak to win?" Garon looked down at the beard in front of him and waved his hand.

Boom!

The strong man was swatted like a fly and slammed against the side wall, rolled his eyes, and fainted directly.

Wow!!

The audience was in an uproar, and everyone squeezed back like a plague god, never daring to get too close to Garon again.

"It's so strong!!"

"Mugent was actually solved in one fell swoop!"

"This guy is from the White Cloud Gate, right? There is such a strong guy in the Twelve Gates of the South!"

Garon didn't look at the others, and threw out a thin needle in his hand, which was the secret calculation tool used by the beard just now, and he pinched it. Walking directly to the ring, he asked the stunned Star Ring Gate referee disciple.

"Where's my opponent?

"Eh, you've just solved it" was stared at by Garon's eyes, and the referee broke out in a cold sweat.

Garon was stunned, looked at the fainting beard leaning against the wall, and shook his head slightly.

"Where's the next one?"

"You don't have to move in the next game, the opponent will come. The referee hurriedly explained. "You have the shortest time to win, and then you will look at the time of victory to determine the main stadium, and the shorter is the home stadium. ”

Garon nodded, closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged.

The whole room suddenly fell into a slight discussion as he quieted, and no one in the more than twenty people in the room dared to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally disturbing Garon. Everyone whispered to their companions, and from time to time looked in awe at Garon, who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the ring.

Jayt and the maiden dragon were also infected by the atmosphere, and their voices became quieter.

"The master who has mastered the earthquake can't imagine that Baiyun Gate, one of the twelve southern gates, can still have such a master. Originally, I thought that this time it would be the same as before, and the Southern Twelve Gate Alliance would still be eliminated, but I didn't expect this Galleon to appear. ”

Long Er shrank behind her senior brother, looking like she was afraid that Garon would see her.

"Senior brother, is this Garon the strongest person in the Southern Twelve Sect Alliance?"

"Perhaps, if you don't count the disciples of the upper master, then I'm afraid he is the strongest. The Twelve Sects in the South were originally an alliance of many weak and small sects together, forming a powerful Shili to resist the Great Gate Sect and improve their own influence, most of which are not much different, and now this Galleon suddenly appears, I am afraid that there will be problems with the balance of the sects. But that's not something we should be thinking about. Jayt analyzed slowly. "I've seen the strongest disciples of the other eleven sects, but they are not very good in comparison. This Garon really deserves to be the strongest man in the South Twelve Gates!"

"Is the strongest man in the South Twelve Gates?"

For the first time, the dragon's clear pink pupils clearly reflected Garon's figure sitting cross-legged.

Gallon's fame was spread by many spectators when he defeated Humugent.

Mugente is the elite powerhouse of the Vientiane Gate, the last time he broke into the top fifteen, he was the strongest core of the South Twelve Gate, and he was actually hit by Garon and knocked on the wall and was knocked unconscious.

This incident caused a sensation among all the onlookers in the arena at once.

For a while, the disciples of the Southern Twelve Sects, who had been unable to raise their heads because their rankings were too low, all felt a little arrogant, and they had always swallowed their anger in front of the slightly stronger sects, and they didn't dare to say much when they encountered something, so they could only belong to the side that suffered. It's because there are no powerful senior brothers and sisters behind them to support them, and it is impossible for the master to intervene in the conflicts at the disciple level, after all, people also have stronger teachers.

It is natural for the weak to eat the strong, so the disciples of the entire Southern Twelve Sects have become accustomed to this kind of suppression.

Now Garon stood out, and immediately gave all the disciples of the Southern Twelve Sects a hope, they could easily defeat the top fifteen powerhouses, maybe they could rush to the top ten this time!

"Senior Brother Garon of the White Cloud Gate is the strongest man in our Southern Twelve Sects!I heard that he easily defeated Benjamin of the Holy Fist Gate earlier!"

"What about the disciples of the other twelve sects?" "All of them have been eliminated"

"It's up to Senior Brother Garon now!"

In the arena room, more and more disciples of the Southern Twelve Sects crowded in, filling the arena with a sea of people.

The students' voices were noisy, and these disciples, who had been suppressed for too long, seemed to see hope, and all of them rushed over to watch Garon's game.

Garon slowly opened his eyes and looked at a disciple not far in front of him.

"Did you just say that everyone else in Baiyun Gate was eliminated?"

The disciple nodded nervously.

"Yes, senior brother, now that seventy or eighty people have been eliminated, except for you, none of the people from Baiyunmen have been able to enter the third game

"In other words, am I the only one left?" Garon was not surprised, and he looked far away at the door, where Corling and Simon were escorting Gary into the door.

At this moment, a fat man covered in fat slowly climbed up in the ring, he wore a white vest, and the thick white fat squeezed the vest to the brim, like a big balloon stuffed into it.

The fat man seemed to be chewing something in his mouth, swallowed it with a grunt, and looked at Garon under the ring.

"The people of the South Twelve Gates? ”

Garon stood up and rolled over into the ring to stand still.

The referee shook the bell.

"Game on!"

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