The spirit talisman in Jiang Zizhong's hand is a superb fireball talisman. The consumption of spiritual power of low-level spirit runes is small, and in the hands of a monk at the peak of the sixth layer of qi refining, it can reach the point of instantaneousness.

If this superb fireball talisman is used well, it can help him win this battle.

As Jiang Zizhong thought, his opponent would definitely brute force to break through his own earth shield. When the earth shield shattered, he just released the ultimate fireball talisman.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, he Jiang Zizhong was about to welcome the victory of this fighting method, but an accident happened. His nirvana fireball talisman did not hit this disciple who was younger than himself, but was dodged by the other party.

When Jiang Zizhong was stunned, Zhou Hao's fist hit him in the shoulder, Jiang Zizhong's position was originally the edge of the fighting platform, and the effect of this punch was enough to make him step down.

"Hahaha, Elder Zhu, it seems that you are thinking too much, this disciple is our Luo Yunfeng's little trump card, how can it be so easy to lose?" Elder Zhou pulled his gray beard, very happy.

Elder Zhou was happy, but Elder Zhu was not happy.

The most annoying thing about this Elder Zhou is that when he calls him Elder Zhu, he always pronounces the character Zhu very loudly, and he can't wait for everyone to know his surname.

"How does he know that the fireball will be there?"

Elder Zhu muttered to himself, he didn't mean to ask Elder Zhou, but would Elder Zhou let him go?

"Elder Pig, you don't know about this, I just won't tell you. "Actually, Elder Zhou didn't know it in his heart, but if he could anger Elder Zhu, he didn't know what it was, anyway, his disciples all won.

Elder Zhu snorted, this time it was his turn to ignore Elder Zhou.

The disciples below were also shocked by Zhou Hao's actions, and they all had a question in their hearts, how did this happen?

It's a blind spot.

"It's kind of interesting. Among the inner disciples of the main peak, there was a disciple with a handsome face and light eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Jiang Zizhong's abacus played well, if he was replaced by other body refining disciples, he might really be hit, and when he met Zhou Hao, it could only be said that it was his misfortune.

This competition itself is unfair, and when Zhou Hao fights, he will release his divine sense. He controls the scope of his divine consciousness very well, and if his divine consciousness covers the elders as well, then he is finished, and the elders will definitely discover his secrets.

Of course, this kind of thing can't happen, because Zhou Hao is not stupid, his divine sense is equivalent to a part of the monk's body, and the elder is standing there, just like he won't touch the elder with his hand for no reason.

With the help of his divine sense, Jiang Zizhong's actions, he was clear, with his current physique, he was hit by the best fireball talisman, and the skin on the outer layer of his body would only be scorched.

This is only a small injury for him, but it is not enough to affect the victory of this fighting method, it seems that this little fat man thinks that his body refining realm has only reached the fourth layer.

When the elder announced the results of the fighting method, Zhou Hao jumped off the fighting platform and returned to Luo Yunfeng's exclusive place to participate in the inner gate Dabi disciples.

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhou Hao. Wang Wenxue hammered Zhou Hao hard, he knew that his strength was nothing to Zhou Hao, a thick-skinned guy, "Your last dodge is simply a god!"

"Of course. Zhou Hao accepted his praise, "Do you want to learn?"

"Of course. "Can this still be learned?" Wang Wenxue nodded desperately.

"Pay the tuition. Zhou Hao smiled treacherously.

Wang Wenxue reacted, and directly said, get out!

Continuing to watch the game, Wang Wenxue's mind was not on the fighting methods of the inner disciples. Zhou Hao's performance this time exceeded his knowledge of Zhou Hao's strength.

He originally thought that Zhou Hao's strength should not be much worse than him, but now it seems that Zhou Hao's strength must be above him, and that punch is definitely not a fluke.

Now it seems that he has lost, and he still bets with him to compare who can advance to more rounds, although there is no bet, the word loss always makes people unhappy.

Zhou Hao's mind was already on the disciple's fighting method, and everyone on this fighting platform was very likely to become his opponent in the next round, so he had to observe carefully.

Ouchi Dabi came down round by round, and Zhou Hao divided the disciples into five levels, top, upper, middle, inferior, and garbage.

The garbage in his eyes has basically been eliminated. Wang Wenxue's strength was classified as an inferior player by him, if Wang Wenxue knew the classification in Zhou Hao's heart, he would definitely find Zhou Hao to challenge.

Our relationship is good and good, why do you just classify me as the top of the lower class and let me enter the middle?

Shen Congwen and Zhang Qiuhe were both classified by him as superior, and Zhou Hao couldn't say which of the two of them was higher or lower, and in the top level, he only had two disciples.

The main peak of the Ma River to the east.

Chu Mengyan of Dawn Peak.

The strength of the two of them, Zhou Hao's instinct told him, very strong, really strong!

Among the inner disciples, these two people are very popular, Ma Hedong is gentle, and Chu Mengyan is beautiful, and the similarity is naturally the strength of the monks of the same realm.

Zhou Hao hoped that he would not meet them too early, otherwise, he would most likely stop at that round.

Every well-developed sect will not lack this kind of genius disciples.

The Jiang Zizhong who was just now was the middle of the middle in Zhou Hao's score, and he was ninety percent sure that he could defeat it. At the upper level, according to the difference between people, he has a grasp ranging from 50% to 70%.

And the top two, he is sure of victory, less than two CD.

When it was Wang Wenxue's turn to play, Zhou Hao couldn't help but shake his head, the opponent's strength was about the same level as Zhang Qiuhe and Shen Congwen, and the probability of Wang Wenxue wanting to win was less than half of it.

After Wang Wenxue knew his opponent, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, he just wanted to be satisfied after two rounds, and now it seems that he wants to stop here.

Fortunately, he had advanced at least one round and could get a medium-grade weapon, which was already beyond the other one hundred and twenty disciples.

Wang Wenxue went to the Dharma platform, and after a hard battle, he lost, and the opponent still looked quite easy.

Zhang Qiuhe's luck was a little bad, and when he met an opponent with similar strength to him, the victory in this battle was very difficult.

"I wonder why Shen Congwen has encountered this guy twice because he is too weak to be saved, and I have both times..." Zhang Qiuhe felt that he must not have looked at the yellow calendar when he went out in the past two days, although this thing was useless.

At the end of the second round, there were only seven disciples left by Luo Yunfeng, ranking third among the six sub-peaks.