Everyone saw a white light flickering in front of their eyes, and it rushed towards Xu Tianhai's heart.

The speed of the gun that Tang Yin wielded was as fast as lightning, and many masters who had fought in the past were defeated one after another.

He had fought more than a dozen of his fellow members of the Mountain Academy in the ring, and he knew what kind of tricks he had to use to defeat the other party.

When he casts the dragon in the wilderness, the spear in his hand will be aimed at the heart of his opponent, who will either dodge or block the spear in his hand.

And how he will perform his next move depends on what kind of counterattack move the opponent uses.

He had practiced this gun tens of thousands of times, and he believed that unless the opponent's cultivation was far above him, ordinary opponents would not be able to escape his spearmanship.

Unfortunately, this time he miscalculated, and something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, he found that the spear in his hand could not penetrate at all.

"How so?"

He was dumbfounded, his eyes widened and he saw that the spear in his hand had been grabbed by the other party.

"Oh my God, how can he grab my spear?"

Tang Yin suddenly went berserk, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the spear in his hand would be caught by the other party out of thin air.

He knew that in order to catch the spear in his hand, the opponent had to be very fast and powerful.

Otherwise, the other party would have no way to dissolve the Yuan Power contained in the spear in his hand.

He believed that it was impossible for an opponent of the same realm to grab the spear in his hand.

He was shocked to see a man of the same realm grab the spear in his hand with a pair of fist gloves.

Xu Tianhai's eyes were quick, and he locked the spear and waved the rhythm, accurately judging the location of the opponent's spear.

He poured Yuan Li into his fist gloves in advance, and then grabbed the body of the spear that was constantly waving.

Xu Tianhai's body quickly rushed towards Tang Yin in front of him, and then, he used Kunpeng to collide, and his fists rushed directly towards Tang Yin.

Tang Yin noticed that Xu Tianhai's body was already approaching him, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans immediately appeared on his forehead.

He knew very well in his heart that once his body was approached by a martial artist who was good at hand-to-hand combat, the next battle would be a massacre for him.

He was completely unskilled in hand-to-hand combat, and after many fights, he found that once he lost his spear, or lost the distance advantage with his opponent, the rest of the battle was a one-sided defeat.

In a hurry, Tang Yin immediately shouted loudly.

"I admit defeat!

The people present heard Tang Yin's shout and shouted one by one.

In their opinion, Tang Yin's strength was too weak, making it impossible for them to watch it at all.

"This Tang Yin didn't sleep well last night, or was he fighting for too long last night, so he couldn't do it so soon?"

"It's just that we just saw the other party use a move, and he admitted defeat, which is too much to say!"

Many people have discussed, and they can only guess that this battle is Tang Yin's failure.

Xu Tianhai saw that the other party was admitting defeat, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "You are too weak!"

Tang Yin's face turned red, and he hurriedly got out of the ring, and left amid everyone's boos.

Xu Tianhai hurriedly said loudly: "Everyone here, are there any powerful ones, if you want to compete in the ring, come up and compete immediately!"

After listening to Xu Tianhai's words, some of the warriors present felt that the other party was provoking.

So, they took out silver tickets worth five hundred taels of silver one after another, and went to the ring to compete with Xu Tianhai.

However, then, they found that their results were not much better than the previous Tang Yin, who hurriedly admitted defeat, and even very few masters were able to make three moves under Xu Tianhai.

At this moment, the disciples in the audience suddenly realized.

"This friend, with your strength, you don't have to compete here at all, you have to go to a more advanced ring!

After a while, the referee said to Xu Tianhai.

"Okay!"

Xu Tianhai also felt that it was impossible for him to make his combat power improve sufficiently by competing with these disciples in front of him who were weaker in cultivation.

So, according to the referee's request, he came to the No. 3 ring and challenged the master of the No. 3 ring.

After listening to the referee for a while, he realized that he had now come to the ring suitable for the martial arts competition in the late stage of fusion.

He had paid the entry fee before, so he could challenge the people in the ring three here.

The referee said: "Ladies and gentlemen, there is a martial artist who has cultivated to the middle stage of fusion here today, and he is going to challenge you now, if any of you are interested in participating, please sign up immediately!"

Before the referee could finish speaking, many disciples in the audience immediately raised their right hands, indicating that they were willing to compete with Xu Tianhai here.

The referee immediately ordered a random disciple who raised his hand, and said to him: "You go and hand over the silver ticket of five hundred taels of silver immediately, and after handing it over, you and he can compete in the ring!"

"Okay!"

The disciple immediately handed over a silver ticket worth five hundred taels of silver, and after that, he picked a long sword from the weapon rack and went into the ring.

The referee in the ring immediately announced the start of the joust.

Many disciples who had been in the No. 1 ring before came over, and they wanted to see how long Xu Tianhai could hold out in the No. 3 ring.

Although there is a difference of two numbers between Ring 1 and Ring 3, they know that behind these two numbers it means that their combat power is still very different.

"It's Zhang Wudong, who is ranked seventh in the No. 3 ring!"

Many people exclaimed.

When the referee announced the start of the competition, Zhang Wudong didn't say a word, his legs took an arrow step, and he rushed towards Xu Tianhai at great speed.

At the same time, he held a long sword and stabbed one sword flower after another at Xu Tianhai.

"This person has too many tricks!"

Xu Tianhai observed for a while and came to this conclusion.

Many disciples saw Zhang Wudong holding a long sword and wielding a sword flower that dazzled them, and they felt that Zhang Wudong's moves were very gorgeous and must be very powerful.

In the eyes of many masters, Zhang Wudong's moves have too many flaws, and the more gorgeous the moves, the more useless Yuan Force will be consumed.

For those martial artists who have good eyesight and pursue one-hit killing, Zhang Wudong now dances more gorgeously with his sword and the more flaws he has.

At this time, Xu Tianhai had already seen through Zhang Wudong's seemingly flying sword flowers, and his eyes had already locked on the opponent's long sword.

He first dodged and dodged Zhang Wudong's sword move that quickly bullied him, and the next moment, a remnant of him was left on the ground.

Zhang Wudong saw Xu Tianhai dodging to the left to avoid his sword flower, and he hurriedly cast the next move, and this move he cast could seal all the directions on the left.

The swordsmanship he performed was not a swordsmanship with many flaws, but it had been in the imagination of the creator of the swordsmanship for a long time.

Next, Zhang Wudong cast the sword flower that sealed the left direction.