The martial arts tournament held by the Wang family is actually not very standardized.

There is no unified opponent schedule, and there is no referee, just a ring is placed in front of one's own house, and whoever thinks he is strong will go up and then meet the challenge of others.

Win or lose and you can get out of the ring.

If you win ten games, you have to come down, and you have to wait for three people to go on stage.

Even if you lose, it doesn't mean that you are eliminated, you can still continue to compete on stage, and you will not have the slightest impact from the previous defeat.

The last ranking data is the number of wins.

Therefore, under this rule, the strong does not necessarily rank higher than the weak.

It is also possible that the strong will encounter the stronger at the beginning, be defeated, or even injured, and lose the ability to come to power later, and the weak may never meet someone stronger than themselves, and win all the way to the end.

Judging from this rule, the Wang family doesn't seem to think that the stronger the person is, the greater the chance of comprehending high-level martial arts from the wordless tablet, and turning it to a more inclined to give people of all levels of strength the opportunity to comprehend.

When Zhou Heng came here, the ring was already full of people, and there were people standing everywhere, all of whom were looking at the competition in the ring with excited expressions.

He was accompanied by Bai Jingtian and Bai Yuejian.

The two of them came along to see each other.

Zhou Heng raised his eyes and looked at the ring, and found that it was two nine-rank martial artists fighting, and the moves were dazzling, but most of them were flashy, there was nothing real, and they were a little boring.

So, he shifted his gaze, intending to see if there were any masters in the crowd under the ring.

And where are the top 50 masters who are rumored to appear in the tournament.

Although Zhou Heng is now ranked forty-second on the list, he has not yet played against the top 50 people on the list, so it is inevitable that he will have some regrets and itchy hands.

I hope I can do it this time.

"Yo, isn't this our Bai Jingtian Bai Da Master?" At this time, a somewhat yin and yang voice came, it was Li Zhe, who was in the same martial arts hall as Bai Jingtian, who came over.

Li Zhe was quite complacent and high-spirited, he came to Bai Jingtian's side and said with a smile: "Master Bai, what about the master who lives in your house?

"Hurry up and let him come out, my uncle is about to come to the stage, I hope the master you said can really be so powerful, don't be beaten by my uncle!

"You!" Bai Jingtian was furious when he heard this, his eyes widened, he glared at Li Zhe, and snorted coldly: "You don't know how powerful Mr. Zhou is, your uncle is definitely not his opponent!"

"Then you should let him come out!" Li Zhe sneered: "It can't be that it doesn't exist at all!"

"Ahem!" Zhou Heng coughed twice at the right time, stepped forward, and said with a smile: "If I guessed correctly, the master that Jing Tian said should be me." ”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Li Zhe, his tone was still gentle, and he smiled: "Your uncle wants to compete with me?"

"You, just you?" Li Zhe was obviously stunned when he saw Zhou Heng's appearance, with an incredible expression on his face, and then he covered his stomach and laughed,

"Hahahaha!Hahaha! Bai Jingtian, you are too funny, even if you find someone to pretend to be a master, you should be serious, okay, this person is obviously as big as us, what kind of master will it be? I'm afraid it's not even Jipin. ”

Zhou Heng didn't disguise himself as a thirty-year-old uncle today, in fact, since Bai Yue saw his identity in public two days ago, he basically gave up his disguise, and saved a lot of effort.

Therefore, he now looks like a tall, straight, handsome, handsome seventeen-year-old boy.

In Li Zhe's cognition, at such an age, it is impossible to have much strength at all!

When pigs fly!

After all, martial arts cultivation takes time to sharpen, and even if it is a disciple from a top sect or family, if he wants to gain strong enough strength, he must still go through a lot of time.

Unless it's really the kind of extremely rare genius.

For example, the Purple Lightning Thunder Knife, which is now ranked forty-second on the list, reached the realm of the eighth grade at the age of seventeen, and has also achieved a series of brilliant achievements, but such people are rare and rare in the world.

The so-called master behind Bai Jingtian can't be a genius of this level at all!

"You're right, I'm not Jiupin. Zhou Heng looked at Li Zhe with a smile and said, "I don't know what kind of cultivation your uncle is?"

"Naturally, it is the Seven Grades of Martial Arts. Li Zhe's chin rose slightly, and he sneered: "Martial arts are divided into nine grades, of which the ninth rank and the eighth rank are just beginners, and if you are less than seven grades, you are embarrassed to call yourself a master?"

He was mocking.

Bang!

At this time, there was a muffled sound in the ring not far away, and I saw a figure flying down from the ring, smashing into the crowd, and passing out directly, unconscious.

This sudden change also attracted the attention of the people here, whether it was Li Zhe, Bai Jingtian or Bai Yuejian, they all looked up.

I saw that standing in the ring at this time was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, burly and tall, holding a big sword more than one person high in both hands, looking very fierce.

It seemed that the man had been smashed out of the ring by this ferocious sword.

The scene was amazing.

Unless it's really the kind of extremely rare genius.

For example, the Purple Lightning Thunder Knife, which is now ranked forty-second on the list, reached the realm of the eighth grade at the age of seventeen, and has also achieved a series of brilliant achievements, but such people are rare and rare in the world.

The so-called master behind Bai Jingtian can't be a genius of this level at all!

"You're right, I'm not Jiupin. Zhou Heng looked at Li Zhe with a smile and said, "I don't know what kind of cultivation your uncle is?"

"Naturally, it is the Seven Grades of Martial Arts. Li Zhe's chin rose slightly, and he sneered: "Martial arts are divided into nine grades, of which the ninth rank and the eighth rank are just beginners, and if you are less than seven grades, you are embarrassed to call yourself a master?"

He was mocking.

Bang!

At this time, there was a muffled sound in the ring not far away, and I saw a figure flying down from the ring, smashing into the crowd, and passing out directly, unconscious.

This sudden change also attracted the attention of the people here, whether it was Li Zhe, Bai Jingtian or Bai Yuejian, they all looked up.

I saw that standing in the ring at this time was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, burly and tall, holding a big sword more than one person high in both hands, looking very fierce.

It seemed that the man had been smashed out of the ring by this ferocious sword.

The scene was amazing.