The top three, how easy is it to say?

However, even if you miss the top three, it is excellent to be able to win the top 16.

The high-level members of the Holy Sect are all watching the battle here, and as long as they can stand out in front of the high-level leaders, I believe that the high-level leaders will definitely notice and attract attention.

Everyone in Ningguo is martial, and every warrior has an endless fighting spirit in his heart.

The meaning of the warriors' survival is to constantly improve their strength and constantly challenge their limits.

And the best and fastest way to improve your strength is to find a famous teacher.

Famous teachers produce high-level disciples, even if they can't become the top three and don't have the chance to become a disciple of the sect leader, then they have to become other high-level disciples!

The figure jumped over and flew onto the stage.

"Disciple of the White Tiger Hall, Wu Meng, please teach Senior Brother Dugu!"

Wu Meng rushed at Dugu and clenched his fists.

Wu Meng is fueled by boxing techniques, and he is somewhat disadvantaged in the face of Dugu, who is good at making long knives.

Today's Wu Meng, his fists have been replaced with fists made of iron armor, and there are sharp barbs on the fist gloves.

Dugu is as his name suggests, he was born cold and silent, his appearance is mediocre, if he takes off his black robe, he may be difficult to be recognized by the one-armed sword king if he is thrown in the crowd.

is such an ordinary person, but he reveals an aura of fortitude.

Like a lawn that has been ravaged by fire, although it has been destroyed, after a heavy rain, the lawn is still full of hope and life.

"Dugu, here to learn the White Tiger Hall master apprentices. ”

Dugu opened his mouth indifferently, but his respectful voice was mixed with a bit of contempt.

He is qualified to be superior.

Just because his sword is strong!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Wu Meng collided with his fists, and the iron fist made a crisp sound.

At this time, Dugu moved.

Each other is a second-rate realm, and there is no need for Dugu to let Wu Meng strike first.

Wu Meng looked up and found that the knife was menacing.

Knives, what is a knife?

Unstoppable, it is the knife that is like a bamboo!

Open and close, the fierce and domineering is the knife!

Unlike the "sword", which is known as a gentleman, the sword is more used by arrogant people.

This kind of arrogance comes from the strength of the heart.

Only when the heart is strong can the road go further.

Every swordsman's heart is very strong.

And the heart of Dugu is stronger!

His name is Dugu, and he was born lonely as snow.

And the knife became everything to him.

This allows him to better appreciate the mystery of the knife and tap into more of its power.

Wu Meng took a deep breath, and the lonely knife made him feel scared.

This fear was not weaker than the sword facing Song Zhong at that time.

Wu Meng suddenly regretted a little, he knew that he should have chosen Jiang Meisheng, a disciple of the Qinglong Hall in the ring next door.

Jiang Meisheng should be weaker.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in life, he chose to be alone, and he has to face it bravely.

Even if it's invincible!

Wu Meng was firm in his beliefs, and his fists quickly burst out.

In an instant, it was a move "Tiger Descending the Mountain".

The power of the two fists is like a tiger descending from a mountain, sweeping the world, and there is no rival.

Dugu was slightly stunned, and there was a little more surprise in his eyes.

But so what?

Wu Meng will definitely be defeated!

Dugu's knife fell.

It happened to be cut down on top of Wu Meng's tiger descending the mountain.

Wu Meng suddenly felt a terrible pressure coming, and this pressure directly broke through his fist and hit his chest in the air.

"Poof!"

Wu Meng spat blood and retreated again and again.

Dugu quietly put the knife into the sheath.

The victory has been decided, and there is no need to show the knife again.

Looking at Dugu's indifferent appearance, Wu Mengtie blushed and got out of the ring without saying a word.

The rules of the ring match are like this, no one hosts, and the challenger can come and go if he wants.

As soon as Wu Meng left, Dugu Jue showed a smile.

This smile is full of banter.

Dugu looked at Song Zhong.

Dugu Jue smiled and asked: "Song Zhong, I heard that you are invincible in the second-rate realm, I don't know if I can become your opponent?"

Song Zhong shook his head.

Dugu asked again: "Can't I even be your opponent?"

Song Zhong shook his head again.

Dugu Jue just wanted to ask something more, but was interrupted by Song Zhongyi with a wave of his hand.

Song Zhong said: "I mean, I will soon become a first-class master, and then I will not be invincible in the second-rate realm." ”

Dugujue's face was gloomy as water, he was not good-looking, but now his face was poor, which made him even more difficult to look at.

The disciples of the Holy Sect under the ring were full of discussions.

Has Song Zhong already touched the threshold of the first-class realm?

Song should not have become a first-class master!

No wonder Song Zhong is so strong, he must have always been a first-class realm, right?

No, it's not!

Two months ago, Song Zhong fought against Lord Baihu of the Mirror Division, and at that time, it was clear that it was still a second-rate realm, no matter how strong Song Zhong's internal strength was, it was only a second-rate realm.

Other words...

In the two months since the departure of the Mirror Division, Song Zhong is about to break through to the first-class realm?

Demons!

It is said that this Song Zhong started at the age of eighteen, and the entry was only three years.

In three years, he changed from a little-known miscellaneous disciple to an ordinary disciple in the third-rate realm, and then from an ordinary disciple in the third-rate realm to an inner court disciple in the second-rate realm...

All this took only three years.

The Holy Sect is so big, and there are as many disciples as a cow's hair.

But in the past three years, only Song Zhong's talent is so terrifying.

The disciples looked at Song Zhong, and Song Zhong looked as usual.

Suddenly, the disciples seemed to remember something.

Wang Cheng, who was next to Song Zhong, started at the age of seventeen, and it took three years to become a second-rate peak martial artist!

Demons!

Freak!

Both brothers are terrifying!

In the ring, Dugu Jue glanced at Song Zhong deeply, snorted coldly, and didn't speak again.

The fat man was nibbling on the chicken legs, his mouth was full of oil, and his hands were sticky and greasy.

The fat man asked, "Brother, when are we going up?"

Song Zhong's eyes were deep, and he muttered: "Don't worry, it's not time yet, let's wait." ”

The fat man nodded, and Song finally asked him to wait, so he was not in a hurry.

At this time, in the ring in the middle, the woman in white spoke.

"Song Zhong, you are very popular, everyone wants to challenge you. ”

Mo Xiaoxuan stared at Song Zhong beautifully.

Song Zhong smiled and said: "No way, I am too handsome, and I am too good, among the Holy Sect, I am afraid that there are few people who are as good as me, as far as I know, there are only men in the Holy Sect who are more handsome and excellent than me, and there is only the sect leader." ”

Song Zhong's words almost didn't choke Mo Xiaoxuan to death.

Mo Xiaoxuan didn't know what to say for a while.

On the side of the high-level seats, among the four heavenly kings, there was suddenly a heavenly king who became interested in Song Zhong.

Sect Leader Mo Taixu has no waves, and no one knows what he is thinking.

The left protector black-faced mad fist Ling Shichan only had a pair of eyes exposed, and it was difficult for outsiders to read useful information from his eyes.

As for the right protector Taixiao Cloud Sword Ren Wuya, Taixiao Cloud Sword Ren Wuya is still a bitter gourd face.