"Hmph, the current freshmen are really getting more and more crazy, one beats eleven, he thinks he is ......"

"Hehe, this is not madness, this is death!"

"I don't think it's death, it's that he's crazy!"

"I don't know how thick the sky is!"

Looking at the young man in the No. 9 ring, among the old disciples of the Star Road Academy, they all showed disdain, although Yang Ming had some strength, but in their opinion, this approach was undoubtedly self-defeating.

On the judging platform, when Bai Qianpo saw this scene, the fat on his face suddenly piled up, and he immediately turned his head and looked at Bai Xiudao: "Old Bai, this kid seems to be a little self-inflated?"

"Don't forget, he's that person's disciple!" Bai Xiu's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop and said lightly. It seems that Yang Ming's approach is not surprising at all, and it may not be understood in the eyes of others, but when I think of the person behind Yang Ming......

It's normal for an old madman to train a little madman!

Hearing this, a gleam suddenly flashed in Bai Qianpo's eyes.

In fact, these people are wrong about Yang Ming, he did not do this because he wanted to attract the attention of others, nor did he do it on a whim, nor did he die, but he had absolute confidence in himself.

Moreover, he also wanted to see how far his Seven Stars Wandering Heavenly Step had reached.

However, Yang Ming's arrogance has indeed attracted the attention of many people, and the representatives of those sects in Yunzhou have a trace of interest in Yang Ming, some people feel that Yang Ming has an indomitable momentum, and some people feel that Yang Ming is too rampant and difficult to achieve.

......

"Hehe, Yang Ming, are you too confident!" Bai Wushuang slowly raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes.

"Since you are so arrogant, then don't blame us for being polite!" In the crowd, a black-faced young man walked out, he only opened up the vein for three days, if Yang Ming was alone he was definitely not an opponent, but eleven people were on it together, it would be different.

Yang Ming's strength, they saw it yesterday, if they can use this opportunity to kick out this powerful opponent, why not do it?

Hearing the words of this black-faced young man, the hearts of the others suddenly moved slightly, now, this is not the time to be reckless, if you can get a place in the yin and yang pool, you will definitely be able to open up the next vein in the shortest possible time, thinking of this, many people finally let go of those pitiful dignity and decided to accept Yang Ming's suggestion.

Feng Ruyan looked at Yang Ming with a calm face, and couldn't help sneering in her heart, Yang Ming's approach was undoubtedly dying, she didn't believe that Yang Ming could single-handedly pick up a group of them, the contestants who could stand here, that didn't have two brushes, even those second-year seniors didn't dare to say that they were singled out by themselves, let alone a mere Yang Ming?

However, this is also good, if Yang Ming's threat can be kicked down, he may have hope to become the champion of the ninth ring.

Everyone secretly glanced at the instructors on the judging platform, and when they saw their indifferent looks, they couldn't help but secretly rejoice in their hearts, and the attitude of these mentors was undoubtedly a kind of acquiescence in their eyes.

In the crowd, the black-faced teenager jumped into the ring and sneered: "Hehe, Yang Ming, you are destined to pay for your arrogance, remember my name, I ......"

Airplanes!

Before he finished his words, a figure rushed directly in front of him like a meteor, and a violent fist suddenly remembered, and a huge fist suddenly appeared on his left side and smashed into his face.

Yang Ming's strength is so strong, with one punch, the black-faced young man is estimated to suffer.

No one expected Yang Ming to make a move at such a time, and the disciples below changed their faces, and immediately blurted out: "Despicable!"

The black-faced young man's face was full of astonishment, and in the next second, this stunned was fixed on his face, and then a fist mark clearly appeared on his face, and several front teeth on the roof of his jaw suddenly flew out, blood shot out, and the whole person was instantly stunned.

It wasn't until his body was thrown out and he fell under the stage for a long time that he regained a trace of consciousness, and the black-faced young man raised his finger with difficulty, pointed at Yang Ming in a daze, and then fainted on the spot.

Yang Ming stood with his fists closed, stood quietly in place, and said lightly: "Whether I am arrogant or not, it is not your turn to judge!"

When Bai Wushuang and his group saw this scene, their faces suddenly changed slightly, they didn't expect Yang Ming's strength to be so strong, and the black-faced young man who had opened up the three veins would be so vulnerable under him.

On the judging platform, those mentors and representatives of the Yunzhou sect were also surprised, with their strength, they could naturally see that Yang Ming relied on the advantage of body speed to win Yang Ming's black-faced boy in one fell swoop.

However, this alone is enough to see that Yang Ming's strength is extraordinary, far from being comparable to the disciples who have just entered the school.

"Yang Ming, you are just a sneak attack to win, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant, your despicable behavior is really despicable, let me teach you a good lesson today, how to behave ......" Saying that, the young man in white jumped up and jumped onto the ring, and the rest of the people also stepped into the ring one after another, surrounding Yang Ming.

Hearing this, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile and shook his head, these people said so high-soundingly, as if so many of them beat themselves very brightly.

"Don't waste any more time, let's go together!" Yang Ming raised his head, twisted his neck, and said slowly.

Everyone in the ring looked at each other and nodded without leaving a trace.

Immediately, a young man suddenly made a move, and a cyclone burst out of his right arm, hitting Yang Ming's back.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind behind his body, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, his body was blurred for a while, and he disappeared in place, like a meteor, interspersed and passed, and then appeared behind the young man in white, a hand like an iron pincer, tightly grasping his neck.

Then, he picked it up directly, threw it into the air, and kicked his right leg in the abdomen of the white-clothed young man like a dragon going out to sea, and after a miserable scream, his body was like a football, and he was thrown into the ring.

The boy slammed to the ground, snorted, and fainted.

Simple, violent, crisp!

Yang Ming has no fancy movements, and can only be described by these four words - humanoid tank.

When everyone present saw this scene, the expressions on their faces were stunned again, is this still a first-year freshman? In the minds of everyone present, one such doubt could not help but flash?

In order to comfort himself just now, he felt that it was an accident, which allowed Yang Ming's sneak attack to succeed.

So what about this time? Was it also an accident?