"Isn't this the Tang lame man in the east of the city?

"Yes, I usually see him playing iron, but I didn't expect him to be a martial artist. ”

The people below who knew this person said with some surprise.

"Hey, you don't know what to bring, I heard that this Tang Cripple was a young master in the army when he was young, and he didn't know how he became like this. ”

At this moment, another person said to the two men.

"I see!"

......

In the ring, the middle-aged man called Tang Cripple came to the stage and said in the direction where Fang Yun was, "Tangshan!"

Then, he turned his head, raised the knife in his hand with one hand, looked ahead with his eyes, and slashed out with a sharp slash.

Then he put away his knife and stood aside.

"What, that's it?"

"That's right!"

"Who wouldn't!"

The people below saw that Tang San was finished with just such a move, and they all immediately said with some disdain.

But on the high platform, Fang Yun's eyes lit up, master, this person is a master, and this guy is still from the army, the moment he slashed, Fang Yun felt a momentum that looked at death as home, a momentum that belonged only to the battlefield generals.

If this Tangshan competes with the first person, just the knife just now, the first man to use the knife will die, and he will die directly.

After this Tangshan closed the knife, he immediately got out of the ring, not caring about other people's opinions at all.

Followed by the display of the remaining five people, there was a little fat man, named Guo Guo, who was only about double ten, and he was also in the second-rate group, and his ability was not bad, this fat man called the first second-rate martial artist to come to the stage, and beat him empty-handed with all his strength, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

It made Fang Yun a little angry.

In the end, after the display of these seven second-rate martial artists was completed, Fang Yun eliminated the first martial artist who used a sword and the other who used a sword.

Tang Shan, the fat man Guo Guo, and a female warrior with a whip Song Ying were left, and two warriors with swords.

All three of them are in the realm of the middle of the second rate.

"Okay, now these five people are the winners of this Dabi second-rate realm, and within an hour, those who want to challenge can come to the stage to challenge. ”

After selecting five people, Fang Yun stood up and said in a loud voice.

And although the two eliminated second-rate martial artists were very regretful, they did not dare to question Fang Yun's decision, so they could only step down gloomily.

"Hahaha, little old man to challenge one. ”

As soon as Fang Yun's words fell, an old man floated onto the ring.

This old man is the grandfather of the green-clothed girl Poison Cai'er who participated in the student competition a few days ago.

"Little old man, I'll challenge you!"

Then he pointed to one of the warriors with a sword.

"Well, old man, I won't show mercy. ”

The man also stood up directly and said, obviously extremely confident in his own strength.

"Huh!"

The man Edgeworth killed him directly.

"Smack!"

The warrior's extremely powerful sword was actually caught by the old man's two fingers, and then with a slight force, the sword was intuitively broken.

Immediately, a hand reached out and slapped the warrior with the sword to the ground with a direct palm, and even directly made the second-rate mid-level warrior lose the strength to fight again.

"It's not easy!"

Fang Yun's eyes changed, and he muttered quietly.

It is absolutely impossible for this old man to only have a second-rate realm, although the realm he shows is only a second-rate realm, but Fang Yun's intuition is that this old man is definitely not simple.

"Hehe, the little old man is ugly!"

The old man arched his hand with a smile and said.

Immediately, the old man came to the position of the warrior and sat down, while the second-rate warrior was carried down.

"Okay, is there anyone else to challenge?"

Fang Yun continued to look down and asked.

......

"Brother Ye, do you really want to go up?"

Below, a dark-skinned young man said to another boy who was a little bookish.

"Let's try it, we couldn't get in touch with the Grandmaster before, and now that the opportunity is so close, I must try. ”

The young man called Brother Ye said with a firm face.

"I'm coming!"

Below, the young man shouted.

Then everyone looked at the young man, and saw the young man slowly and leisurely walking up the steps on the side.

Then he arched his hand to Fang Yun, who was looking at the stage and was younger than himself, and said, "Sect Master Fang, I want to ask a friend of mine to help me!"

"Oh? Why?"

Fang Yun sat on top and looked at him with a good look and said.

"I, I don't have a cultivation!"

"Bold, do you think this is a child's house?

Before Fang Yun could say anything, the head of the Zhang family, who was waiting for him to be diligent, hurriedly shouted.

"Then tell me, why didn't you cultivate and still come to power?"

Fang Yun wasn't too angry, just a little angry, looking at the appearance of people, it didn't look like he was deliberately looking for trouble.

"Although I have not cultivated, and neither have my friends, but the two of us can defeat second-rate martial artists. ”

The young man said with a firm face.

"Hahaha, interesting, okay, then I'll give you a chance to try it with your friends. ”

Fang Yun was curious about where this guy's confidence was, you must know that the current second-rate martial artist is not the second-rate martial artist before, the second-rate martial artist can gallop in an ordinary thousand-person army without a martial artist, and fighting two ordinary people is the same as playing. So Fang Yun directly agreed, see what means they have, they can use ordinary people to fight against a second-rate martial artist.

"Grandmaster Xie!"

The young man bowed and thanked him.

Immediately, he beckoned downward, and the young man who was with him also came to the stage.

Immediately, Fang Yun personally checked for them and determined that they really didn't have a trace of internal force cultivation.

"Alright, now it's time to challenge!"

After checking the two of them, Fang Yun returned to the stage and said.

"We challenge him!"

After the two discussed, they pointed to the second-rate mid-level martial artist who used a sword.

"Heavenly Wind Sword, Excellence!"

The second-rate martial artist didn't take the two of them to heart at all, let alone two ordinary people, it was two third-rate martial artists, that is, his two swords.

"Ye Zhou!"

"Wang Hu!"

The two of them also arched their hands and said, the bookish young man is called Ye Zhou, and the black young man is called Wang Hu.

"You guys do it first, I'll let you move you three times. ”

That day, Feng Jian Zhuo said with a disdainful face.

............

"Hey, I thought it was so powerful, I dared to compete on stage, it turned out to be just two ordinary people!"

"That's right, isn't this looking for death? How can ordinary people fight against martial artists? or second-rate martial artists!"

"Yes, yes!"

The people watching below thought that these two people's brains were not very good, and they dared to go on stage without cultivation, and they all said this to each other.

Even the heads of the eight major forces thought that these two were grandstanding.