"Bang Bang Bang"

Destroying withering and decaying, no more, no less, exactly eight punches. It doesn't matter if you are a fake sword shadow or a real sword light, all of them will blast you away with a punch without any fancy. Not only that, but no one has seen his true strength leaking, which means that he is only using pure ** power.

Everyone was stunned.

"You monster" Zhang Hui was dumbfounded, and then hurriedly stopped, "I admit defeat and admit defeat!" and then jumped directly off the martial arts arena.

Lu Yan didn't plan to let them lose so badly at first, he wanted to save some face for them and deal with them. But who would have thought that this group of people would be so ignorant of what to do, and they were instructed by others to give themselves a disadvantage, since you are unkind to me, don't blame me for being unintentional.

"Which of the nine of you is still not satisfied and wants to continue to challenge?" At this time, the old man in purple jumped onto the high platform, glanced at the few people with gray faces, and asked lightly as if he was going through the motions.

Keep up the challenge?

"How much strength should he have to knock a half-step cultivator back with one punch! Continue to challenge? Is it not shameful enough, or do you want to continue to look for abuse?" Zhang Hui muttered quietly. Among the nine people, his strength can only be regarded as upper-middle, and the reason why he was not abused by Lu Yan was completely because he looked at his past friendships. Thinking of this, Zhang Hui couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart, it seemed that he was not looking at the wrong person.

"Then Lu Yan is the master of this argument!" Seeing that no one answered, the old man looked at Lu Yan with a smile and said.

Lu Yan was not proud at all, in fact, in his heart, this achievement was not worthy of pride at all, but he still stayed on the stage for a while, seeing that there were really no beautiful women offering flowers, so he jumped off the stage depressedly.

"True to its name!"

"Monster!"

"Genius!" Off the field, many people's impression of Lu Yan has changed greatly.

"A bunch of useless waste!" Gu Bufan's face was gloomy, on the contrary, seeing this scene, the smile on Feng Wuji's face was even stronger, and some of his subordinates who were familiar with him became more cautious when they saw him so happy.

"Not bad!" the old woman in the stands with a cane in her hand nodded with a smile

As the competition continued, the martial arts of Wanshengmen gradually entered the **. The competition of the disciples of the outer courtyard has also passed more than forty waves. As for the elites of the inner court, almost all of the rest are cultivators of the self-cultivators, and they all fight in pairs until the sixth day, when the first round of champions are all born.

There are two hundred and seventy-three ordinary disciples in the outer court, and there are exactly one hundred and twenty elites in the inner court, and there is no doubt that the ten disciples such as Vendetta are all within these hundred.

In the next battle, Lu Yan's opponent was a half-step self-cultivation master, although he was also a dragon among individuals, but there was still no suspense, so he defeated him. Until this moment, everyone dared not underestimate his strength anymore, no one treated him as an ordinary half-step self-cultivation, strength was respected, and Lu Yan's strength had won the respect of many people.

"It's not interesting at all!" Lu Yan sighed in his heart, what he wanted was to find a master who made his eyes shine. If he wants to break through this martial arts, he needs an opponent who can let him fight with all his might. But it seems that all the half-step self-cultivation cultivators are still far from his minimum requirements.

On the morning of the ninth day, the sun had just shown its shy face, and the copper rock platform was already crowded. Whether it was the eliminated disciples, or the disciples who were temporarily the champions, they all seemed very excited, and they came here early, and there were many monks of the older generation who were still in retreat, and they also broke through the barrier on this day to watch this rare battle of dragons and tigers.

Now, the top fifty elites of the inner court and the ordinary disciples of the outer court have all been decided. Among the fifty people in the inner courtyard, forty are in the realm of self-cultivation, and ten are half-step self-cultivation! When the second elder announced that the game would continue, the ten purple-clothed people saluted the stands, and then announced the list of combatants in this wave in turn, and when it was the turn of the middle martial arts arena, it was still the old man who smiled and said loudly: "Lu Yanlei is unmatched, speed up!"

"What? it's Senior Brother Lei!"

"I heard you right, Senior Brother Lei is born with divine powers!"

"Senior Brother Lei is not only one of the leaders of the Wind Thunder Party, he also has the hope of being among the top ten disciples!"

"Silence!" the old man in purple shouted, and the audience suddenly fell silent. However, there were still many people whispering and looking at Lu Yan sympathetically, it was obvious that they were not optimistic about him.

"Lei Wushuang?" Lu Yan's eyebrows lifted, and his eyes lit up, "It's worth taking seriously, let me see what kind of surprise the so-called leader of the Wind and Thunder Party can bring me!"

"Tell me, which of these two people is stronger and which is weaker?" On the high stands, An Xuan picked up the tea cup and said with a smile.

"Of course it's Wushuang!" Sitting on the chair, the most huge figure, like a bearded man made of steel, hummed, "Although that Lu Yan is surprising, my old Dou is not as good as him when he is so big, I admire this." But after all, his realm is too low, and his true strength has not turned into a gang. And Wushuang is originally born with divine power, plus the cultivation is my Wanshengmen Thunder Fist, the two complement each other, doubling its strength!"

"Who doesn't know that it took you a full day to help him determine the exercises!" the old woman with a cane pouted and smiled.

"Hehe" Lao Dou didn't argue, just scratched his head like a child and smiled.

"I also agree with Lao Dou's opinion!" said softly to the deputy door master on An Xuan's right.

"Lu Yan will win!" The middle-aged beautiful woman spit out these words, and then said no more, everyone else knew her character, so no one asked any more.

"Door Master, what do you think?" the second elder looked at An Xuan.

"What Lao Dou said also makes sense!" An Xuan looked at the martial arts arena and said with a smile, "But this Lu Yan's mood is extremely high, you see that no matter which victory he makes, he will cause thousands of people to marvel." But he has never been sad or happy, and his mood has not changed at all, but this concentration is far superior to others. An Xuan still admires Lu Yan very much.

The others were silent, indeed

More than 2,000 people watched and admired, but Lu Yan's heart was still like water, and his mental tempering had really reached a very high level.

"It is worthy of being the heir of the Holy Monarch!" the second elder couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "If it's possible, let's try to reconcile the matter between Qianji and him!" After saying this, he shook his head, not knowing if it was helplessness or other reasons.

"And," I only heard An Xuan continue, "Lu Yan's two battles are all based on ** strength, and the weapons have not yet been unsheathed, so the outcome of this battle between him and Wushuang is unpredictable!"

"I still think Wushuang will win!" Lao Dou whispered seemingly unconvinced.

"Lu Yan is on the field, let's see!" An Xuan smiled and stopped. And from beginning to end, the old man with the goatee, without saying a word, seemed to be indifferent

"Hahahaha Lu Yan!"

Seeing Lu Yan on the field, Lei Wushuang laughed, he was nine feet tall, and a purple power suit couldn't hide his muscles that exploded all over his body. The arms are as thick as ordinary people's thighs, the fists are the size of sandbags, and they wear a pair of ink-colored gloves, exuding a jade luster, which seems to be not ordinary.

"Lei Wushuang!" Lu Yan narrowed his eyes and arched his hand, from him, he could feel an extremely fierce power, although he and the top ten disciples still had it. It's just a cultivation of blood and spirit, but the strength should definitely not be underestimated.

But isn't that exactly what you want!

"Show off your weapons!" Lei Wushuang shouted, "Let me see how capable you are as the first person of eternity!"

"Weapons?" Lu Yan touched his chin, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "You don't have to!"

"Hum!" As he spoke, Lu Yan stepped out suddenly, with an undisguised battle intent, like a flood beast, surging towards Lei Wushuang