After half an hour, the four smoke clouds that played for the first time all had results. If the four people are defeated, naturally four people will successfully enter the top fourteen.

Due to the large number of people, after a short break, the next round of martial arts competition began.

The No. 1 ring in this round is Aman against the disciples of Zongwumen.

Naturally, Ah Ying will not miss his brother's competition. Bei Mingxuan, who wanted to step forward and whisper hello to Ah Ying and Ah Man, who was about to participate in the battle, saw from a distance the "stingy" disciple who had slandered his image so many times under Zang Feng's seat, running all the way to the two of them, his mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something.

Bei Mingxuan scolded secretly in his heart: "This damn Zhang Xiaoqi will not come sooner or later, Duanduan ran over at this time, and it is clear that it is a good thing for a bad master, it is really infuriating!"

"Oh, where did you go, senior brother, and you weren't there when my sister was competing?" asked Aman reproachfully.

Zhang Xiaoqi smiled and said: "Little junior brother, people have three urgencies, I went to the thatched house, but I didn't expect Ah Ying to finish the competition!"

Zhang Xiaoqi in the audience unintentionally caught a glimpse of the bow knot on Ah Ying's head that he had combed for him after a battle, and became slightly crooked, so he gently and carefully fiddled with it.

However, this scene also made Bei Mingxuan look at it squarely, his face changed instantly, he gritted his teeth, and 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart, stomping on the ground with his bare feet, eager to rush up and chop Zhang Xiaoqi up and fry it to eat.

Zhang Xiaoqi, who was snuggling up next to Ah Ying, asked: "Senior sister, if I guessed correctly, you should have won the competition just now, right?

Ah Ying was not surprised by Zhang Xiaoqi's praise, and replied flatly: "I won." ”

Aman was proud, and after listening to these words of praise for his sister, he raised his voice and boasted to himself, "That's it, although my sister doesn't talk much, she is simply a genius in qi and vein cultivation. Senior brother, you don't know, that disciple just now flew out of the ring without even being able to block his sister's move!"

Zhang Xiaoqi touched Aman's little head and smiled: "Ah Ying is so powerful, you have to come on, it's your turn soon!"

"Well, I will, senior brother, sister, you just look at it!" Aman replied firmly, his immature little face revealing a trace of calmness, like a little adult.

Facing Aman was a young disciple of the Zongwu Sect, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old in a Youlan robe. In terms of size alone, he is much more than Aman, and the qi veins around his body have reached at least the late stage of Judan.

In the smoke cloud ring, Aman's figure looked thin and weak, and the slightly wide and fat Dao robe of Broken Cloud Pavilion was even more laughing, but because of the face of Broken Cloud Pavilion, many of the Qi people who watched the battle snickered in their hearts and did not dare to walk on their faces.

Even Zhang Xiaoqi sighed and said sadly: "Alas~ It seems that Xiaoman will most likely be unfavorable, Xiaomancai will look at that person in the realm of Tongmai, not to mention that it is also the late stage of Judan, it is not a grade at all!

But seeing that Ah Man was not afraid of facing the disciples of the Zongwu Sect whose qi veins were higher than his own. In the eyes of most spectators, there may be another word to describe Aman, and that is to know the height of the sky. But they didn't know that there was only one belief in Aman's heart, a belief that had been ingrained a month ago, and that was to become stronger!

Because he wants to become stronger, in January, Aman in the Purple Bamboo Forest will not chat with Xia Yao of Beimingxuan for half a word, let alone rest for a while. Because he wanted to become stronger, in the face of this Qi Vein disciple who was a cut above himself, Aman couldn't be timid, and he couldn't show a trace of fear.

The disciple of the Zongwu Sect saw that it was a teenager who was fighting against him, and smiled easily: "This little junior brother, although I don't know what the intention of the predecessors of the Broken Cloud Pavilion asked you to participate in the martial arts, but since you are here, I will naturally not do my best to let you lose very badly, otherwise you will not be able to save face in the Broken Cloud Pavilion, right?" ”

Not to be outdone, Aman snorted coldly and pressed down his horse to make an offensive, "Even if you do your best, I, Aman, am not frightened!"

As he spoke, Aman had already rushed over with his fist. In the past month, Aman has been wielding knives and splitting bamboos all day long, and the power on this fist should not be underestimated, and there is a faint white light on the fist, and Aman has already mobilized his qi veins.

"It's naïve, but as a child, it's normal. The disciple said leisurely as he raised his hand to take Aman's punch.

Aman's punch was like hitting cotton, and the force was completely lost, and the man turned his palm into a claw and grabbed Aman's small fist and threw it out.

"Little junior brother, you should obediently admit defeat and take the initiative to play, I won't embarrass you. The disciple of the Zongwu Sect said.

Aman knows that the opponent's strength is definitely above him, but to take the initiative to admit defeat is to humiliate himself. There was already anger in his heart, and he roared and punched again.

Seeing that Aman refused to give up, this disciple also planned to give him some color. With a wave of his hand, a blood-colored ball of light flew out.

Aman also had a little more eyes, and his galloping body turned gracefully to avoid the ball of light and continued to rush. When he walked in front of this disciple, a wave of red light burst out instantly. Aman naturally had nowhere to hide, and was beaten up.

Although this disciple with advanced qi vein strength did not use all his strength, he was already enough for Aman, who was only in the realm of the channel.

Aman staggered to his feet, wiped the bloody corners of his mouth, and his body trembled, I don't know if it was a sign of anger or injury. Angry eyes are fixed on his opponent, like a wolf, who would think that he is just a ten-year-old child!

The many Xuanmen disciples who watched the battle naturally couldn't see Aman's fierce eyes, and most of them shook their heads and sighed, pretending to be outsiders Beimingxuan Xia Yao, Ah Ying, and Zhang Xiaoqi were worried, with a worried face.

"It's all said, don't waste your efforts, you can't beat me!"

"Heh, do you have this kind of strength, it doesn't hurt to hit your body, I thought you were so powerful, but now it seems that you are just a general!" Aman said so stubbornly, with a lot of ridicule, but it didn't do him the slightest benefit to anger that person! Aman was so tough to boost his momentum or some tricks, or his brain was broken!

The man was really angered by Aman's generalization, and said angrily: "Don't regret it!"

This martial arts disciple entered the cunning rabbit, jumped in front of Ah Man, took advantage of his unpreparedness, swept his leg violently, and then hit the small body into the air with a palm, sending out a wave of light and hitting Ah Man's chest.

The relentless and rapid offensive was completed in one go, and most of the Xuanmen disciples in the audience couldn't bear to look directly at Aman's tragic situation, and Bei Mingxuan said eagerly: "Brother-in-law, you can't be fine!"

Aman, who fell into a cloud of cotton wool, did not say half a soft word as he wished.

Zhang Xiaoqi stared at his weak body and stood up again, he was just a ten-year-old child, at the end of the crossbow, he couldn't win at all, but what was he still insisting on, was it necessary!

"Aman, admit defeat quickly, you can't beat him!" Zhang Xiaoqi yelled at Aman's figure.

"Admit defeat!" Ah Ying also said loudly, her eyes did not fluctuate, but there was a bright eye.

Aman didn't turn around and replied, "Sister, senior brother, I'm fine, don't worry." His eyes were still so proud, even though his chest was already falling apart, and his heart was pouring out red and white.

Ah Man endured the pain and shouted: "I think how powerful it is, it's not just to tickle the master, is this your strength?"