Sun Wukong was a little worried, Tang Xiaoxiao's cultivation was only in the early stage of the ninth fold, how could he be Zhang Fan's opponent?

Xu felt Sun Wukong's worry, Tang Xiaoxiao's gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Sun Wukong!

Seeing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but secretly snort!

Tang Xiaoxiao understood, smiled, and nodded, as if he understood Sun Wukong's meaning!

Sun Wukong relieved his heart at this time, but he still glanced at Yue Shan and Wo Huairen, and walked to the closest place to the battle platform!

On the battle platform, facing Zhang Fan, who was at the peak of the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm, Tang Xiaoxiao also looked cautious!

Zhang Fan looked at Tang Xiaoxiao, but his eyes were indifferent, without a trace of fluctuation!

Sun Wukong, killing Wu Rat to provoke them, and now when he meets Tang Xiaoxiao, it is time for Zhang Fan to respond!

Tang Xiaoxiao pulled out the soft sword and pointed it at Zhang Fan, the spiritual power on his body suddenly worked, and his slender and thin delicate body exuded an amazing momentum!

On the battlefield, even if you are defeated, you have to fight!

Zhang Fan stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes full of disdain.

Facing Tang Xiaoxiao, he obviously didn't mean to use weapons, and he didn't even bother to take the initiative!

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoxiao screamed angrily, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Zhang Fan, with an amazing sword aura in his hand, slashing down in the air!

Zhang Fan didn't move, until the soft sword was approaching, and the killing momentum suddenly broke out!

"Vajra Palm!"

He let out a low cry in his mouth, and slashed at the soft sword with one hand, and on his palm, there was a faint golden light!

'When'

As he said, his hand was like metal, and when it collided with the software, there was a metal handover sound!

And his palm power not only shook the soft sword away, but also shook Tang Xiaoxiao back under his feet!

Zhang Fan's figure followed closely, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he shouted: "Die!"

Sun Wukong's body tightened, his legs were slightly bent, and his palms were already full of spiritual power!

Zhang Fan's speed was very fast, and he approached Tang Xiaoxiao in just an instant, and his palm smashed like steel towards Tang Xiaoxiao, who had just stood still.

Tang Xiaoxiao was shocked, it was too late to fight back, so he had to raise the soft sword to block it!

'When'

With a soft sound, Tang Xiaoxiao's soft sword was slashed and broken by Zhang Fan's palm!

And Zhang Fan is on the offensive non-stop, and continues to slash towards him with one palm!

"Admit defeat and step back from the battlefield!"

Sun Wukong shouted, his figure suddenly burst out, and he jumped towards the battle platform!

After Tang Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, his spiritual power immediately operated, facing Zhang Fan, and retreated towards the battle stage!

"I want to go!"

Zhang Fan, who noticed Sun Wukong's running, sneered, and chased after him quickly, his palm was only less than three feet away from Tang Xiaoxiao's chest, and the strength contained in his palm made Tang Xiaoxiao creepy!

She stepped back from the battlefield, and Zhang Fan was still with her!

"Get out of the way!"

Sun Wukong burst into tears, and Tang Xiaoxiao flashed away.

Zhang Fan looked at Sun Wukong, who had arrived in front of him, and did not pay attention to Tang Xiaoxiao anymore, but increased his strength and blasted towards Sun Wukong!

'Jump'

There was a loud bang, and between the palms of the two people, a terrifying air flow burst out!

And the two figures were also shocked back at the same time!

Sun Wukong retreated a few feet away, only to feel the boiling in his body, and the palm of his hand was extremely painful!

This Zhang Fan, sure enough, is different from the ordinary peak of the late ninefold period, and he can't easily win it!

And Zhang Fan also retreated to the edge of the battle platform, only feeling that his palms were sore, and the blood in his body was also surging!

Sun Wukong, who broke through to the middle of the Ninefold Period, really has the strength to fight him!

Although he thinks so, Zhang Fan is very confident and really fights. He will kill Sun Wukong!

The two suppressed the blood rising in their bodies, and did not make another move, but stared at each other with burning eyes, each with a fear in their hearts!

The eyes of all the students fell on the two of them, they, how long are they going to fight?

I'm afraid, it's not going to die!

"Okay, if you want to fight, just wait until the end, the winner of this game has been decided, all of them will retire!"

The voice of the Dragon Descending Daoist came, making both of them retreat!

The tone of the Dragon Descending Daoist is sure that the combat effectiveness of these two people, whether it is Zhang Fan or Sun Wukong, is not only among the top 100!

Tang Xiaoxiao had already been escorted back to the crowd by Yue Shan and the others. At this moment, in her heart, the horror still exists!

If it weren't for Sun Wukong, Zhang Fan's palm would definitely be able to seriously injure her, and even kill her with one blow!

"Xiaoxiao, are you okay?"

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Xiaoxiao and asked worriedly!

Although the fear on her face was still there, Tang Xiaoxiao still smiled and replied, "Brother Wukong, I'm fine!"

"That's good!"

Sun Wukong nodded and put his heart at ease!

Tang Xiaoxiao's defeat in the first round means that he has been eliminated and temporarily reduced to the status of an outer disciple, and he can only become an inner disciple by challenging the top fifty students at the end!

For this, Sun Wukong is not worried. He has a treasure in his hands that can be exchanged!

Zhang Fan, who returned to another place, his eyes fell on Sun Wukong, and the killing intent in his eyes had reached the point of undisguised!

Sun Wukong met his gaze without fear, and in the void, it seemed that there were sparks because of this, which was very intense!

The competition in this group ended quickly, and the loser was depressed!

The winner, you have to worry about the next game!

Only by entering the top 100 can you directly become an inner disciple!

The difficulty can be imagined!

"Next group, the competition continues!"

The next day, the competition did not stop until the sun went down and the first round of knockouts ended!

Five hundred and twenty-four, eliminated to two hundred and sixty-two!

Among them, Yueshan Wo Huairen successfully advanced!

The two of them who are with Zhang Fan and Pang Yuan are naturally too!

Only Tang Xiaoxiao was eliminated!

"It was getting late, and everyone dispersed to rest. Tomorrow morning, the contest continues!"

The voice of the Dragon Descending Daoist fell, and the elders were the first to leave the table!

All the students have also dispersed one after another!

Sun Wukong and the others were not in a hurry to leave, because Zhang Fan and the four of them were walking towards them!

The four of them looked arrogant, and their blazing eyes all fell on Sun Wukong!

Among the four, Tang Xiaoxiao was eliminated, and the combat effectiveness of Yue Shan and the others could not endanger them!

"You'd better not run into us in tomorrow's game, or I'll let you know..."

"Oops" Wo Huairen screamed, staring at Zhang Fan with a contemptuous face: "What did you eat today, why does your mouth stink so much?"

"You're such nonsense, you don't know this!" Yue Shan glanced at Wo Huairen with disdain, and his eyes full of fighting intent fell on Zhang Fan without fear, and sneered: "It's so stinky, what else can it be besides shit?"

Zhang Fan's murderous eyes glanced at the two of them, but he was not angry, and snorted coldly with disdain: "Hmph, although the cultivation is not good, the verbal kung fu is not bad!"

Zhang Fan is an arrogant person, in his opinion, only Sun Wukong can fight with him, and Yue Shan and the others can't even put it in their eyes!

With just one glance, his eyes moved to Sun Wukong again, and he made contact with Sun Wukong: "Only you can fight with me!"

Yue Shan's face changed, his fists were clenched, and he was ready to move!

When Sun Wukong heard this, he waved his hand to the two, and then looked at Zhang Fan!

"But!" Zhang Fan changed his words, raised his head proudly, and said with blazing eyes: "You Sun Wukong, you can't block my Zhang Fan's way!"

PS: Traffic jam all the way, didn't get home until more than nine o'clock, after going home, I resigned my friend's supper, I haven't taken a shower, I sit in front of the computer, write this chapter, but I don't have the strength to write it again, the three chapters that I said before, today it's okay to cash, I owe it first, I don't dare to ask for a ticket, I hope you understand,