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Chapter 233 The Golden Finger in the Ring 52
Looking at the fists that were getting closer, Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold glow in his eyes, squatted slightly, tapped his toes, his whole body shot away like an arrow off the string, and swung the long sword in his hand quickly, With countless sword qi.

This is the violent wind swordsmanship that Pei Qian taught him. When he swung the long sword in his hand, he blocked all the shadows of the fists that came to kill him.

Seeing that his attack was easily broken by Xiao Chen, Zheng Xun frowned fiercely.

Unexpectedly, it was only the first game, and they met a strong enemy.

No, he has been preparing for so many years, just to enter the inner door before the age of 25, and this year is his last chance.

Once he is over 25 years old, has not won the victory in the martial arts field, and enters the inner sect, even if he has a higher cultivation level in the future, he can only be a steward in the outer sect. If there is no special opportunity, there is no possibility of entering the inner sect in this life. .

How could this make Zheng Xun reconciled.

Zheng Xun gritted his teeth, his eyes became extremely fierce, he let out a loud shout, and his aura gradually grew, becoming like a ferocious tiger, roaring like Xiao Chen and pounced.

As long as you get close to him and fight close to him, Xiao Chen's long sword will be useless.

This was Zheng Xun's purpose, he just wanted to stick to Xiao Chen, and turned a blind eye to the scars on his body that were scratched by Xiao Chen's long sword.

Zheng Xun's purpose was not only understood by Xiao Chen at a glance, but also by the disciples under the competition stage.

Those outer disciples who supported Zheng Xun couldn't help but raise their hearts and began to feel happy for Zheng Xun.

"This time, Brother Zheng will definitely be able to enter the inner door."

"That's right, he has been fighting for this for eight full years. Since he joined the Dongchen Sect, he has participated in the Grand Competition every year, just to enter the inner sect. After so many years, Senior Brother Zheng has finally fulfilled his wish."

"Even if this Xiao Chen is a direct disciple, it doesn't matter if Brother Zheng's fist is close to him, he is a little squishy, ​​and he will undoubtedly lose!"

"I've never heard of this Xiao Chen's name. He must be a new disciple who just entered the school last year. I guess he hasn't figured out the kung fu in his hands yet."

Because of Dongchen Sect's special competition method, every disciple from the outer sect has the chance to enter the inner sect, and disciples from the inner sect may fall out of the outer sect.

Every disciple has the opportunity to upgrade, so there is not much class conflict between the inner disciples and the outer disciples. What the Dongchen disciples admire is the other party's force, not the identity of the other party's direct disciples.

So the disciples off the field, they valued Zhao Xun more, hoped that he would win this field, and then step by step become the champion, transform from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, and become their pride.

Xiao Chen didn't understand the minds of the disciples off the field, but even if he knew, he would admire their thoughts, but he would definitely not give up the victory in this field.

They have their desires, and he has his obsessions.

Seeing that Zheng Xun's fists are coming in menacingly, each punch shakes his long sword, the opponent gets closer and closer, but the long sword in his hand becomes more and more difficult, finally Xiao Chen simply put away the long sword .

Seeing this scene, Zheng Xu on the field widened his eyes, and the disciples off the field could not help but gasp, thinking, is this Xiao Chen out of his mind?
Even holding a weapon, he has no ability to parry Zheng Xun's fist, and now he has put away his sword, and his hands are defenseless. Isn't this waiting for death?
Originally, Zheng Xun thought so too, until the two fists collided and made a crisp sound, the sand around the ring was blown up, and under the impact of that berserk force, the guardrails on the competition ring were shattered.

"Fist, fist?"

"Didn't Xiao Chen use a sword? How old is he? Why is he so talented? It's nothing more than knowing swordsmanship, but he can also boxing!"

"Not only that, look, his fist can completely block Senior Brother Zheng's fist, which shows that his strength is not inferior to Senior Brother Zheng..."

"Hiss... This Xiao Chen is actually so powerful!"

Zheng Xun's eyes widened in astonishment, filled with disbelief: "You, you know boxing?"

And this is not only boxing, but also body training.

After all, practicing boxing and close combat relies on the strength of the physical body, and it is necessary to exercise the strength of the body.

"Luckily learned a little bit."

The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth were raised slightly, and there was light in his eyes. He clenched his fists, whispering something in his mouth, and used a completely different punching method from Zheng Xun's.

The fists of the two collided, triggering one after another force shocks, forming circle after circle of air waves between the two of them, which dispersed in all directions, and the hard stone on the competition stage cracked and shattered.

The dust was flying around, blocking the line of sight, and it was impossible to see what was happening on the field at all. I only saw the two people who were constantly moving, and there were piercing sounds one after another, which especially attracted the attention of the people on the field.

It made them extremely eager to know what happened in the arena.

In the end, even the sound disappeared. When the flying dust gradually settled, the outer disciples outside the field, seeing Zheng Xun who showed his figure first, immediately started to cheer.

"It's Brother Zheng!"

"Senior Brother Zheng is still standing, did Brother Zheng win?"

"It must be Senior Brother Zheng, after all he is much older than Senior Brother Xiao..."

Before the words were finished, the disciples in the audience saw a streak of bright red blood slowly flowing from the corner of Zheng Xun's mouth.

He looked at the dusty sky with a dilapidated expression until a straight figure appeared inside.

Zheng Xun reached out his hand and roughly wiped the corner of his mouth to wipe off the blood on it, he looked at Xiao Chen and said.

"I, Zheng Xun, am convinced that I lost."

"Thank you for your advice, brother."

Xiao Chen gracefully bowed his hands to Zheng Xun, and Zheng Xun also extended his hand in salute, and finally jumped off the arena gracefully.

The referee at the competition field immediately announced: "This match, Dongnanshan Xiaochen won."

"Senior Brother Zheng, what's going on here, why did you lose to Senior Brother Xiao so much?"

"If you lose, you lose. It's not like I can't afford to lose." Zheng Xun said in a rough voice with a little fluff.

"Brother Zheng, this inner sect..."

Zheng Xun knew what the other party wanted to say. He patted his chest, coughed and said, "What about the inner door? I'm used to living in the outer door. If I suddenly entered this inner door, I'm not used to it yet."

"Don't worry about it now, I can live in this outer gate forever, you just wait for me, Manager Zheng, to take office..."

Xiao Chen, who was standing on the arena, looked at Zheng Xun who was going away, and the voice that floated in, his pale lips could not help but tug.

"This Zhao

Zheng Xun is optimistic..."

"Xiao Chen, you are injured."

Zhongli said anxiously in the secret space.

In the contest just now, Xiao Chen and Zheng Xun were evenly matched, not only Zhao Xun was injured, but Xiao Chen was also seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)