As soon as he stopped the ice dragon's attack, the foundation building cultivator suddenly felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck. In astonishment, he turned his head, only to see that Wan Peng's fist had arrived!

How is this possible? With such an exquisite formation, it can still move quickly to sneak attack?

How did he know that Wan Peng's spiritual sense is now used to control the wealth of the Imperial Dragon Guarding Palace Array.

hurriedly dodged Wan Peng's fist, but this cultivator couldn't even scream in his heart.

Dragons, dragons are coming!

When Wan Peng attacked him from behind, this dragon never stopped moving at all! And this qiē, now it seems that Wan Peng's sneak attack is more like a false move. He succeeded in attracting the cultivator's attention, while the ice dragon was brewing his next attack.

In a hurry, this cultivator shot out a sword qi, but Wan Peng actually shot out a sword qi from one side as well, canceling him out!

The ice dragon roared upwards and rushed the person directly into the air.

Still in the process of rising, his clothes have been shattered, and the blood in his chest is agitated, as if he has been injured a lot!

Wan Peng also jumped up at this time and went into the air.

After the ice dragon lifted the cultivator up, it pressed down from top to bottom again, and directly hit the cultivator. Wan Peng saw the time at this time, and from the side, he punched the cultivator's left neck.

With just a snort, the cultivator fainted.

However, Wan Peng didn't end there. In mid-air, he grabbed this person firmly and fell to the ground together, and sat on his stomach with his buttocks, and he didn't know if it was pressed or because of injury, and he saw that this person had a large wet patch in his crotch.

And Wan Peng, now muttering in his mouth, "Hit, you hit......" opened his bow left and right, and fell on this cultivator's face one by one, and in a few strokes, his face was already swollen like a bun.

This...... This is a simple and rude, typical street gangster......

If there was no ice dragon guarding on the side, who would have thought that Wan Peng, who was beating people like a little hooligan in front of him, would actually be an outstanding disciple of the foundation building period?

Seeing that the person who was beaten was already dying, the Supervision Bureau of the Repair District had not yet announced the results, obviously trying to frustrate the prestige of Dali Hall. Aren't you trying to blackmail our Supervisory Bureau? Look at your disciple, being beaten like this, and only with his fists!

The audience on the field, I don't know how many people are shouting loudly in their hearts, relieve hatred, relieve hatred......

After more than forty punches, Wan Peng stood up, carried this person who had long been unable to move with both hands, and threw it aside directly, spitting, "I won, right?"

"Wan Pengsheng!" After the host announced the results, Wan Peng gave another salute and turned to the direction of Dali Hall, "The spiritual power of the right talent is consumed too much, and there is no way to activate the magic technique, so I can only use my fists, thank you disciples for agreeing!"

The head of Dali Hall actually smiled faintly at this time, "You don't have to be modest. Now that your body consumption is not small, it is better to take a break and play again. ”

Wan Peng knew that he was trying to withdraw this formation. Thinking about it, if you fight with the assassins, this formation is really useless, so he laughed, "Okay!"

The assassins themselves attack from the shadows, and this is also considered in the arena, and after activating a fixed additional formation device, the entire arena becomes like a night, but in the audience, you can clearly see the actions in the arena.

Wan Peng was the first to take place. The assassin, from a position on the edge of the Dali Hall, entered the venue while it was dark.

However, he didn't know that as soon as he came in, he was already firmly locked by Wan Peng's spiritual sense!

There are no obstacles in the martial arts arena, and in the dark, it is easy for Wan Peng to lock down such an assassin. However, Wan Peng did not come out, and stood in the center, looking slightly frightened.

To the others, the assassin was moving silently, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a dagger was already in his hand!

Wan Peng pretended not to notice, made a defensive gesture, and moved slowly. His trajectory was obvious, it was actually in the direction of the Assassins!

The Assassin's movements have always been extremely accurate, killing them with a single hit within range. Ordinary people can't hide, and Wan Peng's way of moving made everyone on the field shush. Many people have already asserted that it seems that he has lost this time.

The distance between the two was less than a foot, and the Assassin bent his legs and swooped down like lightning.

The people in the stands who were inclined to Wan Peng couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at this time!

However, as if it were a coincidence, Wan Peng suddenly changed direction at this time, and the assassin's dagger slashed against his body, and the two just staggered.

Is this a coincidence? This kid is really fateful. Even the General Department of Supervision of the Repair District, the hands of the audience couldn't help but tremble at this time.

But after four such turnarounds, attitudes have changed. No one can dodge an Assassin's attack with such precision every time, unless he has a precise grasp of the Assassin's whereabouts!

And at this moment, Wan Peng showed a faint smile on his face, which made the audience feel a cold breath hitting the back of the spine.

Those who can laugh in this situation must have left their hands behind!

At the same time, the Assassin struck another blow on the cloth.

Wan Peng didn't dodge this time, and directly pulled out the Yuyuan Sword to meet him. In the flash of cold light, the temperature around the sword body plummeted, and the sword qi had already formed.

The attainments of sword qi alone, because of the influence of thunder, in the foundation building period, there are actually very few Liao Liao who can match Wanpeng. The assassins themselves specialize in form and concealment, so where can they be the enemy if they are fighting against Wan Peng?

With a crisp sound, the dagger snapped. And just when people thought that Wan Peng would take the assassin's life ruthlessly, Wan Peng put away his sword and swung it out with a punch, hitting the assassin in the head.

The assassin felt a buzzing in his head and slowly fell backwards.

Wan Peng followed one step at a time, and then sat on his stomach, and he didn't know if it was pressed or because of the injury, and he saw that this person's crotch was wet with a large patch, just like the previous cultivator.

Wan Peng shouted in his mouth, shouting while fighting, punching left and right, showing no mercy at all. "Aren't you an assassin, why don't you stab? Aren't you invisible? Why are you peeing your pants here? Just the smell in your crotch makes people find you directly......

After forty or fifty hits, Wan Peng withdrew his hand, and the formation device on the field was removed. An assassin with a blue nose and swollen face collapsed in the middle of the field, breathing faintly. The head of Dali Hall turned pale, snorted coldly, got up and left.

When all the people in Dali Hall retreated, there was a lot of laughter on the field.

Although Wan Peng was also relieved in his heart, he knew that in this way, the beam between himself and Dali Hall had already died. He doesn't regret it, though. Xie Fei Xie Ting is his friend, and their justice will be taken back sooner or later.

Winning five games, from Wan Peng's point of view, there is an element of luck and strength, and it is not difficult. After five games, the elite medal of the Northeast Repair District has been firmly in the bag, but Wan Peng did not have the slightest joy.

He experienced the struggle of forces in the repair area and the oppression of the weak by the strong. This kind of oppression is not the ability you need to withstand when facing a strong enemy, but it is artificially created, and there can be no oppression in the future!

This kind of oppression eats away at the kindness, warmth and affection that should exist between people. Once, in the Lingyun Sect, in the same sect, at first, he was just not taken seriously. Later, he will carry the black pot, and Wan Peng also feels that it is just a reason.

But now, his mind has changed.

This world is such a world!

"What do you need tomorrow?" The arrival of the General Superintendent of the Repair District made Wan Peng a little surprised. He hurriedly stood up and saluted, "Fighting with the Condensing Vein Cultivator, after all, it is a fundamental difference in strength, I just want to be able to save my life." Even if I lose, I'm not ashamed. ”

The General Department of Supervision of the Repair District nodded slightly, "It's better to prepare more, or to prepare more." We also have some magic weapons, you can pick one or two. ”

Wan Peng shook his head and refused, "Thank you, Director-General." But the magic weapon, which is slightly better, is quite spiritual, and it also depends on chance. Temporary choices, I'm afraid, it's hard to exert power. Besides, the magic weapon that can be driven during the foundation building period can only help me slow down the progress of the battle, and cannot change the situation of the battle. ”

The general director of the superintendent of the repair area showed a look of approval, "You are upright and have no greed, and you will become a great weapon in the future." Be prepared, if the situation is not right tomorrow, we will stop it in time and try not to let you be harmed by Yan zhòng. ”

Wan Peng nodded and watched the head secretary leave. After that, he closed the door and took out a few blank jade tablets.

In tomorrow's battle, there is absolutely no time to set up the formation, so what can be used should be the remaining formation.

Under the light, Wan Peng's hands turned frequently, and a formation was gradually perfected under his operation.