When Han Qing and Pang Long were secretly confronting each other in the air, a white-clothed figure in a crowd not far from the ring had been watching the dynamics in the air.

Sometimes she frowned slightly, and sometimes she was angry. The whole person is extremely contradictory, as if there is something difficult to choose in Xinhu that makes it difficult for her to choose.

She has an outstanding appearance, her long hair like a waterfall is scattered on her shoulders at will, and her fair neck is exposed, which is very noticeable with her subtle expression at this moment.

In fact, it is difficult not to attract attention, she is like a flower that attracts bees and butterflies into the crowd, and countless young disciples flock to it.

The dedication around her has never stopped.

"Senior Sister Yang, are you tired, I have a cloud stool here?"

"I don't know what this junior sister's name is, Zhang Jinshan in the lower ascending realm?"

"The beauty is thirsty, this is the qiong wine bought in Tokyo City, sweet and sour?"

The list goes on and on, but the woman who stands out from the crowd throws her gaze into the air from time to time.

For those who are dedicated to the sect brothers and sisters, she does not fake her colors, and her cold face is expressionless.

It wasn't until a figure fell from the sky and was talking and laughing with a young girl that she snorted heavily and turned her head away, as if the scene was unsightly.

On the ring, Ouyang Jian and Pang Long clashed fiercely, and colorful energy light waves burst out from time to time in the long sword strikes, scattering in all directions.

However, it was only through the sizzling formation light curtain that it was known that under its brilliant brilliance, there was a huge energy impact.

The ring made of unknown materials, Wang Gang and Shangguan Wan'er were unscathed in the fight just now.

This will be kung fu, as soon as they fight, they will stir up countless rubble, and the surface of the ring is full of potholes, and there is not a single piece of ground intact.

The Wind Resisting Realm already has a strong ability to accommodate aura, a body full of aura is flawless, countless aura is volatilized between fights, and it is even more powerful to apply weapons, and it is easy to crack bricks and stones.

When Ouyang Jian and Pang Long were in a stalemate, the other rings were in full swing, and the battles were wonderful, and countless victories and victors were summarized in the Zongmen Hall.

In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of big competitions, and during this period, some disciples who were usually not famous and shone in the big competitions also emerged. Even some of the disciples' masters saw these records, and their eyebrows were full of incredulity.

It can be seen that these disciples are so deeply hidden, even the master has concealed it.

There is never a shortage of demonic people in this world, and some people are just well versed in the principle of low-key life, and it is not until this moment that they burst into a blockbuster.

For example, a disciple who has always been unknown and called Sun Qiang, in the past, he used to show people by ascending to the high realm, but this time Dabi used the momentum of thunder to sweep the acupoint, and went up to repel the opponent of the Dao realm with one move, and made a big splash in the sect.

Every moment there are disciples who win, and every moment there are disciples whose skills are not as good as others, and they are willing to bow to the wind.

Under the ring, the crowd was full of emotion, the atmosphere was warm and boiling, and the disciples who had not yet competed were cheering and cheering in the audience. Fierce battles detonated the audience, and this was only the first day.

Gradually, Ouyang Jian and Pang Long began to be injured, and a little blood spilled into the ring.

The competition became more and more brutal, no one flinched for the final victory, and everyone tried their best to do their best.

Later, they abandoned the long sword and punched the flesh. After another round of collision, Ouyang Jian spit out a mouthful of blood and laughed hideously: "Facial paralysis, don't talk about the rest, as far as your toughness to not admit defeat, I recognize you as an opponent." But the final victory must be mine, come on the final Yibo. ”

"Phew, let your mother's stinky fart, Lao Tzu is cold and ruthless. It still doesn't seem to hurt you, but I dare to ridicule Lao Tzu, and you will see how I beat you down and step on you as a winner. Haha......"

"Hiss......" Pang Long smiled and touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, grinning in pain, which caused Ouyang Jian to sneer again.

"Then what else do you say, come on, my darling. ”

The audience couldn't help but sneer when they saw what they said: "You guys are fighting, many people are still queuing up behind, don't beat me to watch other rings?"

"Haha, come on. Ouyang Jian smiled heartily, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stretched out a punch to open and close, completely giving up the defensive style of play, ready to solve this difficult opponent once and for all.

His opponent Pang Long didn't say a word, like a fierce beast that saw an opportunity to choose someone to devour, his cold face was shining with a fierce light, looking for the opponent's flaws, trying to kill with one blow.

By this time, the two of them were exhausted and covered in blood, but they were still holding on for the final victory.

For example, Han Qing noticed that Pang Long's arm muscles were throbbing, which was a sign of excessive force.

Ouyang Jian was no better, and his initial swift and powerful speed had slowed down at the moment, shrinking by more than half.

The figures of the two on the field are high and low, you punch me and I punch, attack quickly around the opponent, and greet the opponent at the vital point. Of course, not to kill the enemy, but to quickly make the opponent incapacitated.

Their use of power has reached the point where they will not leak a single thing, and they can ensure that their opponents do not die if they are injured.

"Come again. After another hand-to-hand fight, Pang Long sneered and rushed towards Ouyang Jian again, completely ignoring the skin and flesh on his body, and the smell of blood hit his face.

Such a bloody scene further illustrates Dabi's cruelty, and he is seriously injured at every turn.

Wang Zixian was quite uncomfortable with this when she first entered the sect, and a pair of good-looking willow eyebrows shrank into a ball, indicating that her heart was extremely uncalm.

"If you're afraid, you close your eyes. Han Qing reminded me in a timely manner.

"Don't. "It's just that anyone can see her bluff.

"That's fine, but if you promise me, I can't stand it anymore and close my eyes. ”

"Okay. ”

"The winner has been decided, and you will know if you hold on for a while. ”

"How can you tell?" Wang Zixian asked in surprise, as if Han Qing had flowers on his face staring at him.

"Ouyang Jian's defeat has been revealed, and Pang Long won this game. In the case of equal strength, sometimes a person's spirit will determine the final direction of the battle. You see, although Ouyang Jian seems to be full of energy on the surface, he is actually bluffing, the decline has been revealed, and the defeat has been decided. On the contrary, this frosty Pang Long, although his mouth is extremely smelly, the more frustrated he becomes, the more courageous he becomes, and he has the courage to be a husband, so I conclude that he will win this game. ”

Although Wang Zixian didn't say it explicitly, Han Qing could still see that she obviously didn't believe his judgment. Because in her eyes, the two of them are as fierce and heroic, and they will be afraid that it will be difficult to decide the winner for a while.

However, Han Qing didn't say anything, and the results would naturally verify his judgment, he was not so domineering that everyone had to recognize his cognition.

It seemed that in order to verify Han Qing's judgment, after another round of fierce impact, a figure was thrown out from afar.

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