In front of the Ten Thousand Poison Villa, the crowd was excited, the voices were monstrous, and they kept shouting one name after another.

The first round of competition was over, and more than 20 masters stood out, and their strong combat power attracted one admiration after another.

More than 20 people stood on the stage, staring at all directions, and the recipients were all watching.

Sikong Lanyue and Nangong Yue stood in the crowd, looking at the more than 20 people on the stage, and the hands they were holding couldn't help but clench tighter.

Nangong Yue tilted her head and said softly: "Why don't you participate?" ”

Sikong Lanyue smiled and said: "It's not that I take care of you, I really don't want to participate, how about the top five? ”

Nangong Yue smiled slightly, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said, "No matter what, I support you." ”

Sikong Lanyue smiled and said, "A few months ago, I scolded me for being a fly, and the ghost is still lingering, I didn't expect the two of us to be so good today!"

"Phew!" Nangong Yue was slightly embarrassed and said, "Such a wonderful game can't stop your mouth." ”

Sikong Lanyue raised his head slightly, and the second competition was about to begin.

The second competition was the most brutal one, with more than 20 people all standing on the stage, fighting each other, insisting on a stick of incense. After a stick of incense, whoever is still standing on the competition platform will enter the finals!

The cruelty of this second competition lies in the fact that there are many people, there are constant opponents, and they can attack them in groups.

Therefore, even the top masters may fall in this level.

More than 20 people stood on the stage, all of them with heavy faces, even the prince of Jiangnan and the holy son of Qishifu. The biggest difference between the Azure Martial Arts Competition and the Central Plains Martial Arts Competition is the cruelty of the competition.

And the Central Plains competition, except for the first competition, is a one-on-one competition. Moreover, the Central Plains Dabi is for people under the age of thirty-five to participate, and there will even be grandmaster-level masters.

With the sound of a huge drum, a long incense was inserted in the ding, and the second competition officially began.

As soon as the drum fell, the black knife Gu Feng and Wang Chen glanced at each other, and suddenly shot towards Jiangnan Gongzi at the same time, and the sword and the shadow were entangled, emitting a monstrous momentum.

Jiangnan Gongzi's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression was not panicked, only to see a flash of white light on his body, and his figure turned out to be ethereal, making it impossible to find the specific location.

What a clever body!

Gu Feng's black knife rolled, and a ring-shaped knife suddenly covered all the surroundings of Jiangnan Gongzi. At the same time, Wang Chen's shadows filled the sky, and with one move, countless shadows almost blocked all the retreats of Jiangnan Gongzi.

Suddenly, a cluster of sword rays rose out of nowhere, as if they appeared in the air out of thin air, exuding an incomparable edge, and they actually defeated the shadows of the swords in the sky one by one.

"If you want to defeat me, you can't. The figure of Jiangnan Gongzi suddenly appeared in mid-air, leaving an afterimage of the long sword in his hand, which was extremely fast.

The bright sword almost drowned the entire competition platform, and the other players avoided and resisted, and their hearts were terrified.

He Huanyu looked at all this coldly, the muscles of his whole body were like knives and axes, and the spear in his hand shook, surging out of a ball of golden light, and he actually went directly towards the Holy Son of Qishi.

He never considered himself a weakling!

Even in front of the Son of Qishi, he still thought so.

The Wizard Saint Son snorted coldly, and his right hand suddenly poked out, and a huge blood-red handprint suddenly grabbed towards the spear.

He Huanyu shouted loudly, his body suddenly rose, and he used the gun as a stick, raised it above his head, and suddenly slapped it.

A huge cloud of golden light almost obscured the sky, and there was a crackling sound in the air, enveloping everyone in the field.

The Qishi Holy Son snorted coldly, took a step forward, and an incomparably powerful momentum suddenly surged out of his body.

The dark red internal force surged outside his body, and he took a steady step, and suddenly raised his hands to catch this earth-shattering stick with his bare hands.

I heard a loud noise spread throughout the square, and the golden and dark red internal forces suddenly collapsed and dispersed, turning into a powerful hurricane, sweeping away like a wave.

At this time, the cruelty of the melee was finally reflected, the venue was narrow, everyone was fighting and influencing each other, and the internal forces would always clash together, supporting a powerful internal force storm.

Not only do everyone have to fight with their opponents, but they also have to dodge the residual internal force released by others at any time, which is not thrilling.

Luo Shuheng laughed wildly, his long hair flew wildly under the blowing of the internal force wind, and the momentum of his whole body was raised to a peak, and he suddenly punched towards this wave of internal force, shattering the internal force in front of him inch by inch.

Fu Baijing also suddenly pulled out his long sword, slightly erected it in front of him, a bright white light erupted in his body, and his entire body was as stable as Mount Tai under the surging tide of internal force.

Fu Hanyu also nodded slightly, thoughtful in his eyes.

All the strong have resorted to means to resist this powerful internal force, and the weak ones were directly swept off the stage, with blood in their mouths.

The internal force at the peak of the Transformation Realm, even if it is a remnant, is not something that a person who has just glimpsed the Transformation Realm can resist.

The Iron Son of Qishi Saint Iron held the spear in his hand, and suddenly pulled it back, bringing He Huanyu forward, and his free left hand carried a monstrous dark red internal force, and suddenly thrust it into his throat.

He Huanyu snorted coldly, suddenly raised and released the spear, raised his right fist, and smashed it straight towards the iron hand of the Holy Son of Qishi.

Resisting the iron hand with ** is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, even if there is internal force to protect the body.

Everyone in the audience screamed in amazement, and the golden fist smashed on the pitch-black iron hand, and then two internal forces exploded.

Hearing only a tooth-sore sound of gold and iron resounding through the world, everyone's hearts were chilled, and when they raised their eyes, they saw that the fist and the iron hand were tightly pressed together, and they were intact!

"Good!"

"I'm not mistaken!

After everyone was stunned for a short time, they suddenly burst out with a cry like a sea and a mountain, almost reaching the witch city below the mountain.

"Body Technique!" "Qishi Holy Son snorted coldly, "You are a disciple of the Body Refining Sect?"

He Huanyu shook his head slowly, suddenly withdrew his fist, pinched the spear, and his right hand shook, and the spear trembled violently and suddenly broke free.

And here, Jiangnan Gongzi's long sword is extremely fast, and his body leaves an afterimage in the air, fighting against the two peak masters of the Transformation Realm with his own strength.

Fu Baijing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he flew away, and after splitting out a sword light, he wanted to join the battle group.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn suddenly sounded, and the clear space had come to him at some point, and suddenly the Buddha's light was permeated, and a golden palm print had already hit.

Fu Baijing's long sword flashed, and a white light easily cut through this palm print, and said calmly: "The Great Mida Palm Method is nothing more than that, if you want to fight with me, you still take out the Buddhist Family Seal Method!"

The monk was dressed in yellow, and his whole body was shining with golden Buddha light, like a standing god Buddha. Slowly shook his head, and suddenly slapped out another palm.

For a while, the Buddha's light burst out, and the golden palm was like a substance, and it slapped towards Fu Baijing's chest.

It's still the Great Mida Palm Method!

Fu Baijing's pupils shrank, this palm and the palm just now, the power is obviously different, it seems that this monk has a lot of eyes, and he actually hides the realm.

His figure took a step back slightly, the white light of the long sword was shining, and a straight sword slashed down, and the powerful sword suddenly tore the Buddha's palm!

And behind the Buddha's palm, there are several Sanskrit characters hidden in the air.

Buddhism's Seal Dharma!

Fu Baijing's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block it, only to see that the Sanskrit seal suddenly slammed into the sword body, making a sound of gold and iron.

Sanskrit suddenly turned into a ball of Buddha light, and frantically rushed towards Fu Baijing.

Fu Baijing only felt that an unstoppable force was attacking wildly, and his internal force couldn't help but surge, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, his face pale for a while.

"The disciples of the Buddhist Sect are really good means!" Fu Baijing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was gloomy to the extreme, and a shocking sword intent suddenly gushed out from his body.

His figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the long sword in his hand suddenly erupted with several sword rays, sealing all the escape angles of the clear space.

There is no way to avoid the clear space, you can only raise your palm and fight hard, the long sword and the Buddha's palm are fighting, and there are bursts of gold and iron sounds.

And at this moment, a shocking force rose out of nowhere, and almost instantly went towards the back of the clear space.

The clear space resisted Fu Baijing with all his might, he didn't expect such a change, and he was about to get out, and Fu Baijing's long sword arrived, blocking all his escape space.

Jingkong panicked in his heart, and the golden light burst out all over his body, forming a circle of invisible qi wall, tightly wrapping himself, and one by one Sanskrit characters continued to hover outside his body.

Rao is like this, this internal force hit his back, still making his body shake violently, and blood gushing out of his mouth.

He suddenly turned around and glared at the sneak attacker, his face indifferent and long gone.

Luo Shuheng smiled and said, "The Golden Bell Jar of the Buddha Gate is really extraordinary! ”

The corners of Fu Baijing's mouth curled slightly, and he said with a smile: "Master Clearance** is very extraordinary, it doesn't matter if you take a few more punches." ”

"You!" Jingkong's face was angry, and he was about to speak, when suddenly a drum sounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

"The second round is over!

Everyone suddenly stopped and stood firmly on the competition platform, there were still residual internal forces stirring in the field, and various colors were constantly intertwined.

The shouts of the audience kept coming, and the waves were overwhelming, and there were only eight people left on the entire competition stage!

Jiangnan Gongzi, Qishi Shengzi, Luo Weiheng, Fu Baijing, He Huanyu, Gu Feng, Wang Chen, and Jingkong Monk. There are exactly four people in the north and south.

A few families are happy and a few are sad, the people on the stage are infinitely beautiful, and the people who are retreated from the stage by the strong internal force are like ashes.

These eight people fought on their own, and they didn't do anything against them at all, just the remnants of the internal force of the battle, and they were seriously injured.

This is the gap between geniuses and the excellent! Although there are many masters among them who have just glimpsed the realm, they have a pride and dignity that ordinary people can hardly understand.

They may be the strongest people in a town, or they may be invincible youths in a certain area, but on top of the entire rivers and lakes, they have become supporting roles.

They may never be able to imagine how a young man in his twenties could have cultivated to such a high level as the peak of the Transformation Realm!

Back then, Fu Hanfeng became a grandmaster at twenty-seven, and it was already the first day of a hundred years, but today, these people are only twenty-four or twenty-five or twenty-five or sixteen, and they are already at the peak of the transformation realm.

Could it be that they are all geniuses at the level of Fu Hanfeng?

The old Taoist priest looked at all this with a smile, of course he knew in his heart that Fu Hanfeng could step into the realm of a grandmaster as early as twenty-four years old, but he just listened to his own words and deliberately suppressed the realm.

It wasn't until he was twenty-seven years old that he was finally unable to control the surging internal force, transform the bottleneck of the realm, and reach the grandmaster.

And due to the long-term suppression, his basic skills are extremely solid, and his internal strength is strong, and he has directly crossed the early stage of the grandmaster and directly reached the realm of the middle stage of the grandmaster.

Moreover, in the middle stage of the Grandmaster, he is also a unique powerhouse.

It's just that the talent has withered early, the strong have passed away, and there are only legends left.