A flash of surprise flashed in Li Biao's eyes, but in an instant, he snorted coldly, and the output of his dantian true qi increased, and the palm he slapped at him attacked Chang Le again.

Chang Le showed a sneer on his face, if he can suppress Li Biao once, then he can suppress it a second time!

Li Biao's strength is strong, but Chang Le is not weak.

If he uses all his strength, Chang Le is sure to defeat Li Biao in a very short time.

Of course, if you kill it, it will not be so easy, after all, the genius disciple is talented and has great potential, and it is inevitable that there will be powerful life-saving treasures given by the sect in his hands.

In a big war, as long as they don't exceed their own strength too much, then they won't die easily, and even if they can't win the battle, they can escape.

Once again, he swung his fists with all his might, forming a series of brilliant fist shadows, which emitted bronze light, constantly flickering in mid-air, as if more than a dozen small suns appeared at the same time.

Chang Le's fist bombarded Li Biao's hand again, and the continuous bombardment of more than 60,000 catties made Li Biao's body stagnate in mid-air again.

When Chang Le's last punch slammed into his hand, a click was heard.

Li Biao's palm was directly drooped after being beaten, and his hand hung down on his waist, trembling incessantly, and seemed to be extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately, Li Biao's face was even paler, and the look of surprise in his eyes was even stronger: How is this possible? This ant in front of him actually has such a powerful strength?

If it was a one-punch attack, Li Biao could easily block it, but Chang Le's continuous bombardment of more than a dozen punches, each punch had a strength of more than 60,000 catties, and no matter how strong Li Biao's strength was, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

And it was this dozen punches that suppressed Li Biao three times in a row!

Li Biao looked at Chang Le with a shocked face, standing motionless in the ring, but his face became more and more gloomy and cold.

Being continuously suppressed by a disciple who cultivated two orders lower than him, with Li Biao's temperament, he couldn't accept it.

A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and the true qi in the dantian was frantically gathered by him, and a large amount of true qi gushed out, forming a violent wind around his body, blowing up the robe on his body directly, looking terrifying.

Chang Le's face remained unchanged, but he also raised his vigilance in his heart, after all, Li Biao was a genius disciple of the patrol envoy, and his strength was much stronger than that of an ordinary Tongmai Realm peak cultivator, so naturally he didn't dare to be too careless.

"Boy, you're very good, you can force me to use this trick, but you are eliminated under my trick, which is enough for you to be proud. Li Biao said with a cold expression, his hands were slowly raised, and a large amount of true qi flowed into his hands, and his hands were even brighter and clearer.

Just as Li Biao was about to make the next move, a figure suddenly flashed, and a disciple of the peak cultivation of the Tongmai Realm appeared beside Li Biao, he glanced at Chang Le, and said in a deep voice: "Li Biao, stop!"

Li Biao was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly and looked at the young disciple and said, "Hou Bo, you get out of the way, if I don't get out of this kid's and urine today, I won't believe Li!"

The young man known as Hou Bo stretched out his hand to stop Li Biao's next move, and he said in a low voice: "Now that the Inner Gate Competition has just begun, you use that move, don't you want to hit the top twenty?"

Also, I know this person, he is Chang Le, although his cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Tongmai Realm, his strength is only afraid that it can be comparable to the peak of the ordinary Tongmai Realm. Before, the iron hand Wu Hang was defeated at his hands. ”

"What!" Li Biao's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "Iron hand Wu Hang was defeated in his hands?

Iron hand Wu Hang was the 67th in the last Inner Gate Competition, and he was the biggest contender in the top 20 of this Inner Gate Competition, but he was defeated by Chang Le in the first round of elimination?"

Hou Bo nodded, glanced at Chang Le with a slightly solemn expression, and said in a low voice: "But don't worry too much, although he defeated the Iron Hand Wu Hang, the main reason is that the latter was deceived by Chang Le's cultivation, otherwise, how could he be defeated at the hands of a mid-stage disciple of the Tongmai Realm?"

After a pause, he continued: "Leave him alone for now, let him advance, and if you meet him in the ring, it's not too late for you to repair him." ”

Li Biao was a little hesitant, just now he also said that he wanted to get out all the and urine that Chang Le beats, if he walked away now, it would be a bit anticlimactic.

What's more, Chang Le suppressed him three times in a row before, but Ren Li Biao's character couldn't stand it.

"This ......" a look of hesitation flashed in Li Biao's eyes.

"Why is there so much nonsense!"

"Li Biao, let me tell you, this is the Inner Gate Competition, if you are also eliminated, then you have to wait for the next Inner Gate Competition, that is, wait for another three years!"

"Three years is enough time for the inner door to change dramatically, and even if you have talent, your future potential will be extremely limited. Hou Bo sighed.

Hearing this, Li Biao finally stopped hesitating.

Hou Bo is right, he participated in the inner door competition in order to enter the top 100, and even the top 20 and top 10.

And the reason why he wanted to enter the top 100 was because he wanted to have the permission to enter the library to exchange for more advanced exercises and martial arts.

After all, the spirit-level mid-level, high-level, and top-level martial arts in the Library Pavilion were not eligible to be exchanged by ordinary inner disciples.

In this way, Li Biao waited for another three years, waiting for the next Inner Gate Competition, then the three years of waiting during this period were enough for many disciples to exchange for a powerful spirit-level mid-level, or even spirit-level high-level exercise, and the cultivation was successful, and at that time, Li Biao had already opened a huge distance compared to them.

"Now there are only eleven people in the ring, in addition to our eight seeded players, as well as Chang Le, there are also two late-stage disciples of the Tongmai Realm, just throw one out of the ring, and the rest of us will be promoted. Hou Bo said in a deep voice.

Li Biao couldn't help nodding, his eyes widened, he glared at Chang Le fiercely, and said with a low smile: "Boy, you'd better pray that you don't meet me in the next game, otherwise, you will be ready to be angry!"

Chang Le's senses are sensitive, what Li Biao and Hou Bo said, but he also heard it clearly, and when he heard Li Biao's words at this moment, he couldn't help sneering and said: "This sentence should be what I said, if I meet you again in the next competition, I will definitely not show mercy!"

Chang Le's strength is very strong, so strong that he doesn't know what kind of level he is in the inner gate of Tiannan Sect.

However, in the face of Li Biao, Chang Le was 100% sure that he would defeat him, and even if Li Biao had a talisman treasure on his body, he could kill him without spending too much time and energy.

Therefore, in the face of Li Biao, Chang Le did not have the slightest fear.

What's more, compared to Hua Feng, the young city lord of Sin City, Li Biao's strength is too much worse!

"You!" Li Biao's face turned red instantly, his eyes were red and he stared at Chang Le, eager to kill him immediately, but fortunately, Hou Bo had been holding him back on the side.

Li Biao shook his hand fiercely, turned around with red eyes, and just saw the other two late-stage Tongmai Realm disciples in the ring, seeing these two late-stage Tongmai Realm disciples, Li Biao's suppressed anger could no longer be suppressed, and roared: "Two wastes, get out of here!"

As he spoke, he slapped directly at the nearest late stage disciple of the Tongmai Realm.

Li Biao faced Chang Le, it can be described as a belly of fire, Chang Le's strength is not weak, otherwise he would not have been able to knock him out of the ring until now.

But even so, Li Biao still thinks that Chang Le is not his opponent, as long as he uses a little stronger strength, he believes that he will definitely be able to knock Chang Le out of the ring.

It's just that...... Now that the inner door competition has just begun, if he uses most of his strength to deal with Changle now, it will be very unfavorable for the upcoming third round of knockout matches and ring matches.

Therefore, he had to choose to give up dealing with Chang Le.

But you must know that Li Biao is a genius of patrol envoys, and among the many geniuses of patrol envoys, he belongs to the top level.

A genius has the arrogance of a genius, Li Biao fought with Chang Le several times, but still failed to defeat Chang Le, and he couldn't help but be angry.

And at this moment...... When Li Biao saw the two late-stage disciples of the Tongmai Realm, he vented the anger in his heart on the two of them, wanting to knock them out of the ring.

In his opinion, Chang Le is a slightly more powerful ant who barely qualifies for promotion, but what about these two?

It's just a humble ant, where does it qualify to advance to the third round of elimination?

Just as Li Biao threw out a slap and wanted to blast away the disciple who was closest to him as a late-stage cultivator of the Tongmai Realm, suddenly, a whistling wind sounded. I saw that the young man in the late stage of the Tongmai Realm who Li Biao threw out a slap to attack had a cold expression, and he jumped up without fear, and actually kicked at Li Biao.

This young man is Huang Ming!

Huang Ming did not change color, raised his right leg, and kicked Li Biao hard, and on his legs, there was a flash of cyan light.

Li Biao is a peak cultivator of the Tongmai Realm, and Huang Ming is just a late stage of the Tongmai Realm, if it is usual, a martial artist in the late stage of the Tongmai Realm, how much Li Biao can deal with.

But at this moment, in the face of Huang Ming's blow, Li Biao only felt his heart shrink suddenly, as if he had encountered something terrifying.

Bang!

Huang Ming's thigh slammed into Li Biao's huge palm, and where the two intersected, a burst of cyan ripples rippled through, like turquoise water lines.

Immediately afterwards, Li Biao's face changed drastically, and his body couldn't help but take more than ten steps back.

Huang Ming also retreated backwards, but he was different from Li Biao.

Although Huang Ming retreated, his feet lightly touched the ground and counted, and every time he clicked, he could see a faint water pattern flashing under his feet, and after a few taps, Huang Ming's retreating body stopped, and his figure was extremely ethereal, in sharp contrast to Li Biao, who looked embarrassed.

"This ...... How could this be ?..." The corners of Li Biao's mouth couldn't help twitching twice, his expression shocked and angry. He attacked Chang Le, but the latter's strength was extraordinary, and even he couldn't knock Chang Le out of the ring for a while, unless he used stronger strength. But that's it, after all, Chang Le knocked the iron hand Wu Hang out of the ring before, and what about the young man in front of him who cultivated in the late stage of the Tongmai Realm?

In front of this young man, although his cultivation is one level higher than that of Chang Le, can he also knock the iron hand Wu Hang out of the ring?

At this moment, Li Biao only felt a wave of shame and anger rising in his heart, he was deflated at Chang Le's hands, but he just wanted to find a disciple at random to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that the object of his venting would also have such strength, and he was not afraid of him at all.

Everyone around looked at Li Biao and Huang Ming with stunned expressions.

Who is he?

When did the inner door have such a number one person?

Can you easily block Li Biao's attack?

You must know that Li Biao is a disciple of the peak cultivation of the Tongmai Realm, and he is also a genius disciple of the Inner Gate Patrol Envoy, among the many Patrol Envoy disciples, there are not many disciples who can suppress Li Biao.

"This disciple is so strong in the use of 'force', it is really powerful, I didn't expect there to be such a number one person in the inner gate. Chang Le's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Huang Ming with some surprise.

Just now, as soon as he saw Huang Ming and Li Biao fighting each other, and tapping his feet in the ring when his body retreated, Chang Le saw Huang Ming's use of "force".

As the so-called force is relative, if you punch someone hard, and the other person is hit by the force and suffers, in fact, you are also hit by this force, but you can cancel it out.

And the disciple in front of him was able to control any trace of "force" released when attacking, and every time he attacked, he would not waste the slightest bit of strength.

It was precisely because of this that he threw out a leg just now, which easily resisted Li Biao's attack.

In the ring, Li Biao's face was blue for a moment and pale for a moment. He didn't expect that the disciple in the late stage of the Tongmai Realm in front of him would have such strength, but now, if he gave up attacking this disciple, then what would the others think?

What's more, he just called the disciple in front of him a waste, but at this moment, the "waste" in his eyes easily blocked his attack.

At this moment, Huang Ming opened his mouth suddenly, his expression was indifferent: "In my eyes, waste is not low cultivation and low strength, but self-righteousness, but no relative strength, unfortunately, you are this kind of person, so ...... You're the real trash. ”

"Bastard!" Hearing this, Li Biao's face became even more ugly, and he said gloomily: "Bastard, you are also qualified to judge me, boy, get out of here." ”

"In that case, then I, Huang Ming, will prove it to you, you ...... It's rubbish!"

As he spoke, Huang Ming's body rushed forward, raised one leg, and kicked Li Biao hard with one leg, the speed was extremely fast.

Huang Ming?

Is he Huangming?

In the ring and under the ring, many disciples had doubts flashing in their eyes, this disciple in the late stage of the Tongmai Realm called himself Huang Ming, but the inner gate is so big, and there are many disciples with the same name and surname, where have they heard of Huang Ming?

However, despite this, everyone also understood that the disciple who claimed to be Huang Ming was obviously a dark horse like Chang Le, and although his cultivation was only in the late stage of the Tongmai Realm, his strength had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Li Biao's eyes shrank, staring at Huang Ming's kick. Although Li Biao is said to be the peak cultivator of the Tongmai Realm, he can't see the use of the "power" contained in Huang Ming's leg.

But even so, with his powerful cultivation, he could also feel the threat of Huang Ming's leg.

"Ahh Li Biao roared angrily, and the true qi in the dantian was full of anger, raised his slap, and slammed it towards Huang Ming.

Bang!

The attacks of the two bombarded together, and the next moment, they saw Li Biao's body retreating backwards in embarrassment.

And Huang Ming is also a body retreat, but unlike Li Biao, Huang Ming's footwork is extremely elegant, and the Buddha is not blown away by someone, but retreats on his own.

"You should be glad that this is the inner door of Dabi, if it is outside, now you ...... It's already a cold corpse. ”

Huang Ming stopped his body, and suddenly he sneered, his legs moved, and his body suddenly rushed forward, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Li Biao, and the speed was so fast that even Li Biao did not react.