"Poof" A lot of blood foam flew out of the air, and then one person quickly fell to the ground, and there was applause around him. The person who fell to the ground was not Monsoon, who was it? He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at that look with great unwillingness.

Reverse Tong looked at him in disappointment and said, "Monsoon, you are really a lump of mud that can't support the wall." I shouldn't have saved you in the first place!".

Yue Haikong couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, disappointed in the monsoon.

"I'm sorry!" Monsoon said with an apologetic face.

"Don't talk about these useless things, show your strength!"

The monsoon raises its head suddenly. Because he knows that only by defeating Reverse Tong can he make him feel better.

At that moment, he was running the two exercises in his body. The heart and dantian are running at high speed, and the blood and blood in the whole body are a mess. The two breaths collided with each other, and both of them were emitted from the body.

To outsiders, this person who exudes a powerful aura all around him looks so terrifying. The whole body is fluffy, and there is no wind to float, like a master of qi training. Reverse Tong was also frightened and took a step back, he didn't expect him to be able to evoke such a powerful aura.

"It seems that I didn't save you in vain. ”

With a loud roar, Monsoon punched and attacked quickly. Reverse Tong has no intention of dodging, gathering all his body strength to meet the monsoon. Surprisingly, this seemingly powerful punch is just a paper tiger. After hitting the reverse tree, he was violently bounced out and rolled backwards a few times, but his momentum was still unabated. Finally hit the edge of the ring before stopping. The chest was boiling, and another mouthful of blood was spitting out.

"Hahaha" The audience laughed, but I didn't expect this monsoon move to be gorgeous, but it was just empty and vulnerable. And at the moment, only the monsoon is clear. The two auras in his body had already canceled each other out. Not only did it consume double the physical strength, but it didn't have any effect yet.

Reverse Tong shook his five fingers, and attacked with another punch. Monsoon was seriously injured and could not move his whole body, so he had to cover his head with his hands. A strong gust of wind blew through the hair, and he lowered his hands and opened his eyes. saw that Reverse Tong had turned around and left, and jumped out of the ring by himself.

He didn't look back, and walked straight away. He said in his heart:

"Monsoon! You didn't disappoint me. A person's strength depends not on his strength, but on his heart. You took the first step, but you didn't do it enough, because you didn't go through it enough.

I quit and just hope you can be like a man. Keep fighting, keep growing. Actually, you are not, there is no cure. ”

"What?" Yue Haikong was first surprised, and then angrily pointed at Reverse Tong and said, "Reverse Tong, what are you doing?"

Reverse Tong's footsteps paused, still without looking back, striding towards the crowd.

Yue Haikong was furious, and roared at the monsoon:

"Monsoon! What are you doing?"

Reverse Tong was originally his most beloved disciple, and this time he recovered from his injuries, originally to let him regain some confidence. Only then did he arrange an opponent that he could easily defeat. Unexpectedly, he surrendered voluntarily. This made Yue Haikong inexplicably angry in his heart.

"Say, say it quickly, what kind of despicable methods have you used!" Yue Haikong grabbed him regardless of Monsoon's injury, and his eyes were torn apart.

Monsoon had just been beaten to a little delirium, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He didn't know why Reverse Tong surrendered, but at the moment, Yue Haikong insisted that it was the monsoon that was doing it behind his back.

"I... I don't, Master. He slurred. It's not because there is a ghost in my heart, but because I was frightened by Yue Haikong's appearance.

"Don't call me Master! I can't afford to teach an apprentice like you. Yue Haikong's face was extremely ugly, and as soon as he threw down the monsoon, he walked in the direction of the reverse tong just now......

The outcome of this game was something that no one expected. But the competition still has to go on, because each branch must select the top eight to participate in the overall internal qualifiers. In the end, eight winners were determined to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference.

The competition was going on round by round, and the monsoon was covered with bruises, and he wanted to quit the competition, but there was a rule in this internal selection competition, which was: In this internal selection competition, disciples under the age of seventeen must participate, unless they fail, they must not quit halfway. Because three years later, the age limit is under 20 years old.

Monsoon was forced to compete, and every time it was his turn, he was beaten up badly, and then the other party inexplicably rushed to surrender. But the reasons for these people to surrender are obviously not the same as the reasons for rebels. No one knows exactly why all this is going on.

At this time, there was a person in the audience with a sinister smile, enjoying the picture of the young man being beaten on the stage. The smile on the corner of his mouth kept oozing a poisonous aura. But no one noticed him at this moment, only Monsoon's unique eyes, vaguely aware of the existence of a powerful energy.

I saw that this person's skill was extremely profound, second only to the three major elders. But it is completely different from their aura, with a strong resentment and murderous intent.

Round by round, game by round. Monsoon was beaten unsteady on his feet from the beginning, stumbling and barely getting into the ring. Later, you can only climb to reach the ring. And the other party saw that he was pitiful, so he just came up and kicked him casually, which meant it, so he surrendered immediately.

"How can anyone rush to admit defeat like this, you are cheating. Monsoon looked innocent and helpless, and the two carried him, not knowing where he was going.

"Let go of me! I'm going to surrender! I'm going to surrender! Where are you carrying me?"

Sure enough, it was another ring, and this was already the last competition. Monsoon was completely unconscious, and the two men who carried him threw him into the ring at once. After rolling twice, he stopped at the feet of his opponent. Then the other party raised his fist and wanted to fight.

But I saw Monsoon lying on the ground like this, motionless. There was also a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes, and his expression was extremely helpless. He really couldn't do it. In the current state of the monsoon, if you punch again, I am afraid that the bones will fall apart.

He didn't want to be the straw that broke the camel's back, and when he saw the innocent monsoon, he didn't want to hit him again. He shook his head at the moment, looked at the helpless eyes again, sighed, and turned around and jumped out of the ring directly.

That's it, a person who can't even gather energy. In the Xizhuang internal qualifiers, you only need to be beaten continuously to get the first place. It's all like a joke, a big joke.

Even, some people think, will there be any powerful force behind him?

Although he has been beaten, this has also made the monsoon gradually stronger. After all, if a person who is afraid of being beaten is beaten every day, then his fear of this aspect will eventually fade.

Three days later, the top eight villages in the east, south, west and north were decided one after another.

Finally, in Dongzhuang, the finals were held, and the top eight were selected to represent Sihaizhuang to participate in the World Martial Arts Conference.

And the first game of this competition turned out to be the monsoon. It's okay, for the past three days, he can barely get out of bed and walk around. As soon as he went out, he was dragged and taken to the ring to compete.

His opponent was the thirty-seventh generation disciple of Nanzhuang, the third-ranked disciple - Xuyang. However, he seemed to be quite normal, and he did not mean to surrender.

The gongs and drums sounded, and when the two of them were just about to make a move, a figure suddenly appeared among them, it was Yue Shanchuan. I saw him arrogantly saying:

"Get out of here!

"Where did the miscellaneous fish come from!" Xuyang is a rare genius in Nanzhuang, and he has always been favored by his master in every way, where can he stand such anger at the moment. There was also disdain in his eyes, and the arrogance on his face was not half a point inferior to Yue Shanchuan.

Since there is a nosy one, it is better to knock the two of them down together, so that everyone can see the power of the third master of Nanzhuang. He gathered all his strength, and a breath at the peak of the third stage of the Qi Gathering Realm surrounded the three of them.