Everyone in the audience saw that a cloud of black gas firmly surrounded the ring, and they couldn't see the situation inside at all. Xiao Yang stretched out two fingers and swept them in front of his eyes, and the phantom of the two slowly appeared. He glanced sideways, and found that Gu Feng and Wang Yue could see clearly without opening their eyes, and the strength of the two of them could be seen.

The sight was closed and there was no shadow, quite passive, she simply closed her eyes and ears, carefully capturing the other party's voice. How do you know that this ink cloud actually has the ability to insulate sound, and the surroundings are silent.

Suddenly, she subconsciously lowered her head forward, and an ink sword brushed her hair, and her long hair spread forward like a waterfall.

Mo Chen, who was not far away, smiled, if he wasn't worried that the other party would hear it, he would be smug at this moment. He landed lightly on the corner, ready to launch a second attack.

The shadowless slowly raised his head, two red rays piercing through his hair, and in an instant he came to the place where Mochen was standing, and he was at a loss at the moment. Hundreds of black shadows like long whips whipped over and strangled them tightly. At this time, there was a voice without a trace of anger: "Hundred Shadows Strangling!"

There was a tooth-aching sound from Mo Chen's body, and he rolled his eyes and fainted. The ink clouds dispersed, and he staggered and knelt in front of the shadowless, and then leaned over and fell on the stage.

Except for Wang Yue and the others, the other four generations of disciples didn't know what was going on, and they exchanged heads and ears for a long time before applauding.

The presiding disciple probed his snort with his hand, and there was a faint slight heat, only to know that there was no big problem.

"The fifth game is a victory for Liu Wuying!" he shouted.

Wuying took out his head rope and simply tied a ponytail, bowed slightly to the viewing platform and jumped out of the ring. The four generations of disciples below swiped to make way for it.

Xiao Yang bowed slightly, this woman's ability was by no means below him. In the other corner of the ring, Gu Feng's eyes were still unfazed, and Wang Yue's eyes were even more jealous.

In the seventh match, it was Wang Yue's turn to fight, he glanced at his opponent contemptuously, the disciple's face was also cloudy, but he had more backbone than the disciple who abstained in the first game, and after struggling for a moment, he resolutely jumped into the ring.

Wang Yue sneered, ignored the other party at all, just turned his head to look at the audience, and said to the disciple's master, "Senior Brother Zhao, I am afraid that he will suffer a loss in the future with such a temper, so I will take care of it for you." ”

The disciple surnamed Zhao turned blue with anger, and said hesitantly: "Then there is Senior Brother Lao Wang!" He accentuated the accent of "Senior Brother". It turned out that the Xianxia disciples only looked at their cultivation and did not look at their age, in order to motivate their younger generations to practice hard. However, in the past, the atmosphere of the sect was quite good, although the younger disciples were of high seniority, but when they saw the older disciples of low seniority, they only called fellow practitioners and not senior brother or junior brother, which shows that this Wang Yue is empty-eyed.

Seeing that the master was humiliated, the disciples on the stage said awe-inspiringly: "Senior Brother Wang, Wu Feng is not talented, please give me advice!"

That Wang Yue moved his gaze to the other party and said coldly: "I don't teach mediocre talents!"

Wu Feng was really angry, and a flame burst out from his right hand, and the surrounding scenery became distorted.

"Beacon Technique!"

A fist-sized fireball burst out of the palm of his hand, and with the urging of spiritual power, it swelled to the size of a wheel, and among the four generations of disciples, such strength was already good.

Wang Yuejun's face was full of disdain, and when the fireball hit, he didn't dodge, gently raised his left arm, and blocked it in front of him with the back of his hand.

With a "whew" explosion, the fireball turned into flames and engulfed the opponent.

Although Lu Shiya knew that Wang Yue was profound, her hands were still unconsciously pinched together.

Xiao Yang frowned slightly, and said secretly: "This bastard fruit is superior in strength!"

The firelight on the stage dissipated, and Wang Yue had already stood with his hands in his hands for a long time, although the ground was scorched black, but the realm of several feet around him was not affected.

He casually stretched out his right hand and pointed at the other party, Wu Feng's whole body trembled, and he stood there very unnaturally, as if he had been nailed.

"Xuanlei Lock!" Wu Feng's master recognized the move, and he immediately shouted, "Let's let ...... it"

"Boom!"

Wang Yue's left hand suddenly released a thunderbolt, which shook the disciples in the audience and covered their ears. Naturally, the shout was swallowed up. Suddenly, a blue shadow rushed in front of Wu Feng, and knocked him out of the ring with just one palm, and he didn't even make a heavy hand, which was not like his style.

Xiao Yang was very close to him, and immediately helped Wu Feng up, and ordered a few acupoints in an extremely obscure way. Then glared angrily at Wang Yue on the stage, if he hadn't made a move, Wu Feng would not have been able to get up for a year and a half.

Soon, Wu Feng's master and junior brother picked him up. Xiao Yang whispered to him, "Take Senior Brother Wu to Tzu Chi Pavilion quickly, don't delay!"

The other party seemed to understand something, and with a slight fist, he picked it up and ran out.

As soon as he walked out of the square in front of the palace, Wu Feng's throat was blocked, and he tilted his head and spit out blood, staining the ground scarlet. Only then did the others know that the other party had made a trick and wanted to avenge their senior brother.

Fortunately, he was stopped by his master and went to Tzu Chi Pavilion with hatred. Because Xiao Yang used Xuantian Gong to protect his heart, Wu Feng only lay down for three months and recovered, which is a later story.

Xiao Yang saw Wang Yue stepping down and staring at him, and suddenly the other party's voice came to his ears: "I didn't expect you to have this kind of means, if you have the ability to meet me, let's settle the new and old accounts together!"

He frowned, he didn't expect the other party to be able to force the sound into a line, presumably his strength was not limited to this.

"The eighth game, Xiao Yang vs. Fu Long!"

"Wow....!" Although he knew that Xiao Yang was participating in the duel, when he heard his name, the audience was still like a frying pot.

"Hahaha, can waste also go to the ring?"

"I knew I had signed up too!"

"Senior Brother Fu Long is really lucky!"

Facing the noisy laughter, Xiao Yang jumped to the ring.

Wang Yue's voice sounded in his ears again: "I have signaled him to be heavy-handed, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

"Phew!" the chirp resounded through the square, interrupting the laughter and Wang Yue's voice.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw that there was a high platform on the viewing platform, and there were three elderly monks sitting on it, and the chirp came from the mouth of one of the old men.

Seeing that his senior uncle was angry, Sect Master Lu got up and saluted: "The disciple is negligent in disciplining and making the senior uncle unhappy, and please forgive me." ”

The old man only replied, "That's it!" and stopped talking.

Sect Master Lu was a little embarrassed, but the other party was one of the three saints of Xianxia's Zhenzong, and then Shi Li sat down.

In this way, the audience no longer shouted loudly. It's just that the disciple called Fulong couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and saluted the audience in advance, as if the outcome had been decided.

Xiao Yang quietly watched him finish dancing before saluting him. The other party impatiently shook slightly, looking extremely rude.

"Xiao Yang, please advise!"

The other party didn't answer or rush over, but just took off his coat, revealing a gray-black body with pieces of fish scales on it, which looked weird and disgusting.

He twisted a few times in a very strange position, and his whole body turned into this strange shape. Inadvertently, his eyes were opposite to Wang Yue, revealing a knowing smile.

"Whew!" With a muffled sound, the monster's right arm swelled, becoming three or four zhang long, as thick as a bucket, and its right hand also turned into a black giant claw, instantly grabbing Xiao Yang, only revealing his head.

"Senior Brother Xiao, admit defeat!" said in his mouth, but the power on his claws became stronger and stronger, and it was obvious that he was instructed by Wang Yue to give him a heavy hand.

He saw Xiao Yang's face in pain at first, and then no matter how hard he worked harder, he silently looked ahead. No matter how stupid he is, he knows the difference. Suddenly, Xiao Yang's voice sounded in his ears.

"Are you so afraid of that Wang Yue?"

Na Fu Long turned his face sideways and looked at the other party in surprise for a long time speechless. He couldn't understand how this waste escaped.

However, the disciples who dared to participate in the selection conference were not ordinary people after all. Fu Long quickly calmed down and sneered: "You're not afraid because you haven't seen his methods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted his body wildly, and with the sound of his clothes tearing, a gecko-like monster appeared in the ring. This is Fu Long's ability - "turning into a dragon".

This strange dragon occupies half of the ring, saliva keeps flowing from its mouth, and it makes a sneering sound when it drips on the table, leaving a little pit in an instant.

"Whew!"

With a loud roar, the monster swung its giant tail and swept towards Xiao Yang. He leapt and dodged with ease.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, the opponent accelerated the speed and frequency, using claws, mouths, and tails together, and scraped the surface of the ring to smash it, revealing the cornerstone underground. Xiao Yang stepped on the Big Dipper, but felt that the other party's movements were stupid and slow, and he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

The Fu Long became agitated, and puffed out his cheeks like leather balls. He shouted loudly, "The dragon is really hot!"

The moment the big mouth opened, an extremely thick pillar of fire erupted. Xiao Yang was not afraid, and immediately carried out Xuantian Gong.

"Xuantian, Stygian Snow!"

A whirlwind erupted from his palms, turning silver from the snow and ice they contained.

"Go!" With a quick shout, the whirlwind blew stronger and stronger, and the disciples closest to the ring retreated one after another, and the ice and snow were blowing on their faces like knives.

Fu Long's so-called true fire was immediately suppressed, becoming thinner and thinner under the cold storm and snow, and finally disappeared completely, no matter how much he urged it, it was nowhere to be seen.

He realized that this was not ordinary snow and ice at all. However, it was too late, and the limbs were frozen firmly on the countertop, and the body made a gratifying sound, and finally turned into a statue.