As soon as this sympathy came out, Ling Feiyu and the others all shook their heads at the same time, killing the sympathy in their hearts, because this Li Tian was indeed a bit hateful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the saying goes, the poor must have something to hate.

The game had to go on, and the battles were one after another, and at dusk, the first round of the competition was finally over.

Of the more than 800 freshmen, half of them won, and then the next part is the challenge, and the losing side can challenge the winning side.

This relief is the most time-consuming, because many failed monks hesitate for a long time before deciding to take on the stage.

This relief took a full night, and there were more than 100 challenges in total, and about half of them failed to be reborn, and the challenge was successful.

In the first competition, Su Xiwen, who won by luck, was defeated by others in the challenge match and was also eliminated.

But Su Xiwen was not disappointed in his eyes, he was very satisfied to be able to enter Tianyi Academy, so he had proven himself.

So for this test, Su Xiwen didn't care very much, he knew very well what level he was, the best peers in the whole world were here, and being able to compete with them was already the biggest praise for himself.

At this moment, the second theory competition has already begun.

In this round, Ling Feiyu looked directly at Jiang Wuwen.

This kind of low-end competition and fight all rely on skill, and the opponent is defeated in three or two moves, and there is no ornamentation

Seeing Jiang Wuwen on stage, the freshmen who were already bored suddenly became energetic and looked towards Ling Feiyu, who was standing quietly in the distance.

On the high platform on the right, the eyes of the elders also looked at the young man in green shirt on the sidelines.

Ignoring their fiery gazes, Ling Feiyu walked up to the stage with a calm face.

Seeing Ling Feiyu coming casually, Jiang Wuwen's sneering face still flashed with a trace of incomprehension, this Ling Feiyu obviously knew that he was not his opponent, but why did he still come to the stage.

Not caring about the incomprehension in Jiang Wuwen's eyes, Ling Feiyu looked around, and then shouted to Lin He on the high platform: "Please announce the start of the game"

Looking at Ling Feiyu's calm eyes, Chang He nodded lightly, and then said, "This is just a test, there is no need to fight for your life, so you can just click until you stop." ”

"Senior, that being said, but since this is a competition, there are no eyes in the fists and feet, and injuries are inevitable, so what?"

Jiang Wuwen arched his hand and said to Chang He, the corners of his mouth always had a hint of ruthlessness.

"Today, the wounded words...... Naturally, I am responsible for myself!"

Ling Feiyu smiled faintly, looked at Chang He on the high platform and said.

After hearing this, Chang He had to nod helplessly, he didn't want Ling Feiyu to be injured here, the dean behind him was not joking.

"Ling Feiyu, I advise you to admit defeat immediately, otherwise I will accidentally hurt you, and I will not be able to explain!"

Jiang Wuwen looked at Ling Feiyu coldly, and said with a sneer, the teasing meaning in his eyes was even more undisguised.

"Less nonsense"

Ling Feiyu bowed and answered Jiang Wuwen's ridicule with practical actions.

"Hmph, I don't know what to do!"

Jiang Wuwen snorted coldly, and his fighting spirit suddenly exploded.

"Hey! Jiang Wuwen has already achieved the middle stage of foundation building and is about to enter the late stage, he is really a genius! It seems that this Ling Feiyu will be seriously injured if he doesn't die!"

A freshman in the audience looked at Jiang Wuwen's majestic aura and couldn't help but sigh, in his opinion, Ling Feiyu was just a waste who had not reached the realm of foundation building.

The surrounding freshmen also nodded approvingly, waste is always waste.

Just when everyone thought that Ling Feiyu would fail miserably in an instant.

Ling Feiyu looked at Jiang Wuwen, who had burst into cultivation, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he snorted coldly: ", I haven't shown my true strength, do you really think I'm a waste?"

Immediately, Ling Feiyu also broke out, and a cyan vitality instantly came out of his body.

Although Ling Feiyu was only at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, in terms of the quality of the aura alone, it was not much worse than Jiang Wuwen's mid-stage foundation building, because this was all Ling Feiyu's hard cultivation, and he had not received the assistance of the elixir at all.

There was silence as if no one was there!

Everyone looked blankly at Ling Feiyu, who was surrounded by fighting spirits in the field.

No wonder this Ling Feiyu has the confidence to dare to challenge Jiang Wuwen, it turns out that he is deeply hidden!

Lin Chen's sudden burst of strength greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, and this unsuspenseful competition now seems to be unpredictable!

Although Jiang Wuwen is two levels higher than Ling Feiyu in the realm, who dares to guarantee that Ling Feiyu still has hidden strength?

"Hmph, it's still a defeated subordinate, and waste is waste after all!"

Jiang Wuwen was also stunned for a moment when he saw Ling Feiyu's strength burst out, and then reacted, still showing a look of disdain.

"Who's subordinate is the loser, who is the waste, you have to fight to know!"

Ling Feiyu replied softly, bursting with an indescribable sense of confidence.

"Then let me verify if you're a piece of waste after all!"

Looking at Lin Chen, who was standing casually in front of him, Jiang Wuwen's eyes flashed with cold light, his right hand opened slightly, a little cold light appeared on his fingertips, the violent fighting spirit instantly retracted into his body, and the soles of his feet stepped fiercely towards the ground, and the strong force made his body instantly rush towards Ling Feiyu in front of him.

Looking at Ling Feiyu who was close at hand, Jiang Wuwen instantly stopped his figure, and his right hand drew an afterimage diagonally upward, directly attacking Ling Feiyu's chest: "Yellow Rank High-level Martial Arts!"

Ling Feiyu, who still had a faint smile on his face, saw this menacing grab, raised his right hand unhurriedly, flipped his wrist, and then slapped it fiercely.

I only heard a sound of "pop!", and Jiang Wuwen's explosive claws were instantly slapped away by Ling Feiyu's palm.

Feeling a pain in his arm, Jiang Wuwen's face turned pale, and he instantly withdrew his palm, and his body burst back a few steps.

The elders on the stage, looking at this scene, are a little incredible.

"I didn't see that Lin Chen was still hiding it!" Mo Qingwu couldn't help but admire as he saw that Ling Feiyu had faintly suppressed Jiang Wuwen.

"What kind of martial arts are you!" Shaking off his numb right hand, which was already painful, Jiang Wuwen asked sharply.

Ling Feiyu glanced at him, then raised his palm and put it in front of his eyes, admiring it while saying unhurriedly, "What kind of martial arts can you control?"

Thinking that he had suffered a dark loss, Jiang Wuwen gritted his teeth, the cold light flashed in his eyes again, he shouted angrily, and rushed towards Ling Feiyu again.

Seeing the menacing Jiang Wuwen, Ling Feiyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of arrogance.

With his hands behind his back, his breath calm, his throat moving slightly, "

Seeing Ling Feiyu despise himself with his hands behind his back, the cold glint in Jiang Wuwen's eyes was almost substantial, and the aura instantly wrapped his fist: "Crazy Bull Fist!"

The strong force of this punch, with the sound of breaking the wind, swept through the air, and exploded towards Ling Feiyu's head, this punch, if Ling Feiyu was hit, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured, it seemed that this Jiang Wuwen had fallen into madness, lost his mind, and wanted to kill Ling Feiyu here.

This Crazy Bull Fist is also a high-level martial art of the Yellow Order, and it is so powerful that it requires a five-star martial artist or above to be able to perform it, but Lin Luowei, a four-star martial artist, has already successfully cultivated, which shows that he is indeed extremely talented in cultivation.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, Ling Feiyu's eyes flashed, and then his left foot slowly took half a step, and his upper body was slightly on one side, and the mad bull fist gently slid against his scalp, and at the same time, the right wrist behind his back flipped over, instantly turning into a fist, and at the same time slapped towards Jiang Wuwen's chest.

"Bang"

A shock in the air rolled open, and the palm of his hand instantly slapped Jiang Wuwen's chest, and Jiang Wuwen, who came quickly, slammed into Ling Feiyu's palm.

Ling Feiyu's palm power coupled with Jiang Wuwen's own strong impact force caused more serious damage to his body, and after a pause, Jiang Wuwen was directly slapped by Ling Feiyu's palm and flew several meters away.

Jiang Wuwen, who was lying on the ground, covered his chest with a painful face, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"You lost. ”

Looking at Jiang Wuwen, who was lying on the ground weakly, and looking at the wide mouths around him, Ling Feiyu withdrew his palm.

Looking at Jiang Wuwen, who was defeated in an instant, after a moment of silence in the audience, it suddenly boiled.

Shock!