The sedan chair was lifted directly into the crowd, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, automatically dodging a path that could accommodate the sedan chair to pass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info all looked at the sedan chair that Zhou Cong was sitting in enviously, curiously wondering who the people in the sedan chair were and how big they were. Everyone watched every move of the sedan chair intently, but no one paid attention to the fierce and wonderful competition in the ring.

The sedan chair stopped at the front of the crowd, the sedan curtain was opened, and two strong and thin people walked down leisurely, dressed in extremely ordinary clothes, which attracted a sigh from everyone.

The two of them got off the sedan chair and looked at the ring above their heads, only to see the two people competing on the stage, one in black and one in blue. Dressed in black with a knife, and in blue with a sword, you come and go, which makes people dazzled and dizzy. Although Zhou Cong's cultivation is domineering, his eyesight is still there, and he looks closely at the two of them in the early stage of creation, but when it comes to martial arts, they are also imaginary, fooling laymen.

I saw the man in black who made the sword, swept with a sword, the man in the blue suit with a sword flew up, his toes tapped the back of the knife, a harrier turned over, the tip of the sword pointed down, and the volley attacked the black-clothed swordsman.

The black-clothed swordsman swordsman's sword skills were swift, and he didn't flash much, and the reverse knife was raised, and the Sen Sen knife was as fast as the wind and crashed into the blue-clothed swordsman.

The blue-clothed swordsman was as light as a swallow and did not touch it, the sword turned slightly to avoid the swift momentum of the big sword, and his body swept out sharply to the side, his feet pointed at each other, kicked out, and kicked straight to the front of the swordsman.

Seeing that the swordsman couldn't dodge and roll around with a donkey, the big knife flew out of his hand and flew towards the blue-clothed swordsman, and the blue-clothed swordsman's sword was like a wall of swords in the Wind Dance City.

The black-clothed swordsman shot forward like a cannon ejecting the chamber, and the big knife did not fall into his hand, and the momentum of the forward rush did not decrease, with the strength of the forward rush and the weight of the big knife, he slashed fiercely on the sword. The blue-shirted swordsman retreated again, and the black-clothed swordsman did not let go, the big knife slashed continuously, the bell bell, and the sparks shot everywhere.

Seeing that the blue shirts are about to lose, they are on the verge of the ring. But when they saw him jumping behind him, everyone shouted pity. The boos did not stop, and I saw that the blue-shirted swordsman's body was distorted, and he actually circled in mid-air, and landed behind the black-clothed swordsman, holding a sword, and everyone saw a flower in front of them, and the stage was quiet for a moment.

The shiny tip of the sword shone with a cold light, revealing that the black-clothed swordsman stabbed in from behind and peeked out from his chest. Blood trickled down the tip of the sword. The sword is drawn. The black-clothed swordsman had already turned into a cold corpse and fell on the stage.

The blue-shirted swordsman flew up and kicked the black-clad corpse out of the ring.

Only then did Zhou Cong see the appearance of the blue-shirted swordsman, only to see that he had sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, burnt yellow hair, a short figure, and a large black mole growing on the pointed lower bar of his obscene face, and a pinch of black hair grew on the mole, which was two inches long.

The blue-shirted swordsman clenched his fists lightly at the audience, standing flat with one foot and tiptoe to the ground. He said with a smile on his face: "Everyone, I am the eldest young man of the Wu family of Tianyuan, my name is Wu Chifan, I killed just now but I am very famous, that is the chief disciple of Tiandaomen, imagine that the chief disciple of Tiandaomen is not Wu's opponent, looking at the younger generation of Tianyuan, who can match me? ”

The crowd retreated one after another, the Heavenly Sword Sect was not a small sect, it was the largest force in Tianyuan City except for the City Lord's Mansion and the Wu family, and its chief disciple was still killed. Who else in the audience dares to touch this brow, anyway, this time the City Lord's Mansion will recruit fifteen people, and if you win three people in a row, you can get a place to advance to the next round. The race to win is not at this time.

Wu Chifan was still on the stage, and during this period, two people came to the stage, both of whom were beheaded by his sword, and Wu Chifan successfully entered the next round.

Another person flew to the stage, although his cultivation is not high, but his cultivation is in the body, and it is not difficult to jump three feet. Dressed in white, he is better than snow, with long hair fluttering, and he is like a fairy. hugged his fist and arched his hand to the audience: "Fame does not depend on family background, learn a few three-legged cat kung fu in the next rough, and dare to come to the stage and am willing to learn from you." ”

Anonymous speaks softly, with a pair of eyes on his handsome and elegant face, not like a good person, like a hypocrite with a gentleman's appearance and a dirty heart.

Liu Yiyi couldn't get used to those hypocrites who were full of benevolence and morality, so she didn't say hello and flew up. Said coldly: "Liu Da"

With Liu Da's cultivation as the victory and its ease, the time is not too long for the anonymous to step down with a resentful face.

Liu Dayuanying's fifth-level cultivation, among the applicants who generally do not have a high level of cultivation, let alone winning three games in a row, it is not difficult to win ten games in a row. Soon it was time for the next round.

Zhou Cong saw Liu Da dressed as Liu Yiyi, and entered the next round of waiting area, so he also lined up and shouted to the supervisor on the stage: "Hey, bring me a ladder"

The prison officer shook his head contemptuously and smiled: "Friend, don't be embarrassed if you don't have strength."

"Hehe, I have long heard that the City Lord's Mansion recruits talents in an eclectic manner, why do you despise me today, is it true that the City Lord's reputation is all rumors?"

"If you damage the reputation of the city lord, you don't dare to be" The supervisor secretly thought of this, so he impatiently waved his hand to signal the people below to move the ladder.

Zhou Cong slowly climbed into the ring, stood out of breath, hugged his fists and said, "Under the crown, which friend will come up to learn."

As soon as the words of "I'm coming" fell, a gray shadow flew onto the stage, jumped more than five feet high, reversed his body, and landed lightly on the stage. With a slight arch of his hand, his feet flew up and kicked towards Zhou Cong's door.

Zhou Cong's body turned sideways, stretched out his palm, soft, slow, seemingly weak but the killing intent was implied in it, and slashed towards the attacking legs.

The man in gray couldn't help but be secretly happy, even such a waste dared to take his thunderbolt leg? The wind howled, as if it could kick and burst rocks.

For a moment, I only heard a scream, a gaba, and I saw the man in gray hugging his legs and screaming, curled up in the ring and didn't get up again.

At this time, another gray shadow flew up under the ring and landed lightly on the stage, looking at its appearance was the same as the gray-clothed man just now, both holding fists, but weak and boneless, and the fist wind was light and fluttering, soft.

Zhou Cong did not dare to underestimate the enemy, with the tyranny fist, when the soft is soft, when the soft is rigid, although there is no domineering, the physique is thrown in, the fists are flying, the big open and closed, the wind is whirring, and the strength is broken. Dozens of rounds, a punch hit the opponent's head, a muffled sound sounded, and blood mist flew.

Seeing Zhou Cong's ferocity, the crowd was boiling, and he couldn't help but turn his head and ears, and no one went to the ring again for a while. When it was getting dark, the warden was about to announce the retention, when there was a noise in the distance, and a voice was sharp and loud, piercing the sky: "Wait, I'll try with him."

The voices in the ears have been raised, and after reporting each other's names, they will fight together. A nine-section whip in the palm of the person who came, the sky was falling wildly, straight like a silver snake dancing.

Zhou Cong relied on his strong body and powerful divine fist, and the fight was inseparable, and the outcome was unpredictable.