Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

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"It seems that you are very confident. I hope you will have better luck and will not be eliminated before meeting me."

"At that time, I will crush your self-confidence personally, so that you can understand the gap between you and me, and it is impossible to cross. The so-called one-year contract is just a boring joke." Zhao Qian's face was cold, his white robe floating Gone with the wind, like that year, full of arrogance.

Zhao Qian is the arrogant son of the Chongyang Gate. He has been practicing hard for more than a year, and now no one can speculate on his cultivation behavior. His invincible posture, even if he is a very old qualified proselytist, must look at it.

Xiao Ye smiled coldly, withdrawn his gaze, then walked to the edge of the square.

"This stupid boy!" Burned in anger by Xiao Ye, who ignored him completely, and the sound of a pair of fists squeaked.

"In the next round, you'd better not meet me!" asked Tiantian's fierce light flashing.

"Brother, perform well." When Xiao Ye walked back, Bing Ya said softly, her face covered by the light gauze, with a gentle smile.

"That's right, don't look at who your younger brother is." Xiao Ye grinned, and was once proud of himself.

Bing Ya gave Xiao Ye a glance and grumbled: "Don't be proud, your opponent will be more terrifying in the next round. If you meet Zhao Qian and Wen Tian, ​​you will stop in the top 20."

"So if you want to rush into the top three, you can't meet them." Bing Ya carefully analyzed.

Xiao Ye smiled slightly and stared at Bing Ya said: "Sister Sister has no confidence in me. If I defeat both of them, what should I do?"

"Beat them all?" Bing Ya's tone was full of doubts, "If you can do it, Sister Sui is at your disposal!"

The words had just been spoken, and Bing Ya realized that she was speechless, and her cheeks were flushed. Fortunately, the light gauze covered it, and Xiao Ye did not see it, but his heart was heated by this sentence.

"Leave me at my disposal?" Xiao Ye walked around Bing Ya's body with a playful gaze, making Bing Ya's delicate body slightly stiff, a feeling that had never been seen before, emerging from his heart.

As Bingya was ready to be angry, Xiao Ye withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "If I can defeat them, sister, you take off the veil on your face, let me see how it looks?"

Bingya's holy and icy temperament does not seem to be like a woman on earth. The gauze on her face is full of mystery, so Xiao Ye is very curious about Bingya's appearance.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm an ugly monster?" Bing Ya stared deeply at Xiao Yedao.

"There is an ugly sister, then I recognize it." Xiao Ye said helplessly.

boom!

Suddenly, an extremely cold martial arts suddenly struck, and Xiao Ye shivered, and quickly apologized with a wry smile.

Reasoning with women, that was when Xiu met the soldiers, and the reason was unclear. Xiao Ye coaxed for a long time, and Bing Ya only turned her head aggressively.

"Wait until you beat them."

Xiao Ye was shocked and grinned, so Bing Ya agreed.

"I really want to see what Sister looks like." Xiao Ye's eyes were full of anticipation.

The first round is a rookie match, the second round needs to eliminate half of the people, select the top 20. With Liu Yiyi's strength, he can definitely rush into the top 20, but unfortunately because of Xiao Ye, he was eliminated early.

It didn't take long for Xiao Ye to see Zhao Qian playing, and everyone's eyes lit up.

They are very curious about what kind of cultivation practice Zhao Qian is now.

"Senior Brother, you are the arrogant son of our Chongyangmen. Brother really wants to see your strength." Zhao Qian's opponent is also a personal disciple of the elders.

His cultivation practice has reached the early stage of the ninth level of the congenital realm, and he is a strong young arrogant enough to be listed in the Black Dragon Kingdom Qianlong list.

"Humph!" Zhao Qian carried his hands on his back and hunted in a white robe. Even when facing his brother, he was still very arrogant and did not give face at all.

The young man's complexion changed slightly, a flash of irritation flashed in his eyes, then he roared and rushed towards Zhao Qian.

"Fight!"

The disciples who watched the battle all had their eyes wide open, ready to appreciate a fierce battle.

However, the fact was beyond their expectations. Zhao Qian's face was disdainful, and he pushed it out to the young man. The palm had a terrible power fluctuation, and the bright light was intertwined, almost making his palm light.

Boom!

The young man had not rushed in front of Zhao Qian. His body seemed to be hit by an iron hammer, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. He fell hundreds of meters away and passed out.

hiss!

Among the disciples watching the battle, many people took a breath of breath. The warriors in the early stage of the ninth layer of Congenital Realm couldn't even stop Zhao Qian's palm.

They haven't even seen Zhao Qian's true strength!

"Humph, waste!" Zhao Qiansi sneered mercilessly, then turned around and walked back in the shocking eyes of everyone.

A smile appeared on the dry face of the elder elder, and he was obviously very satisfied with Zhao Qian's performance.

"Brother, what is Zhao Qian doing now?" The elders of the second and third elders were also shocked. Zhao Qian's shot was really amazing.

"You will see if you look down." The elder said lightly, glancing at the deputy master who had been calm.

In fact, Zhao Qian had been personally taught by the deputy master for a period of time before teaching his disciples Dabi, in order to win the first place, and then become a young master.

Even he himself was a little uncertain about Zhao Qian's exact strength.

"It's really strong." Xiao Ye showed a fighting spirit, feeling that his blood was boiling.

If Zhao Qian's strength is too poor, he will be somewhat disappointed.

"Zhao Qian, let me see if you are qualified to compete with me." Xiao Ye secretly said.

The second round of the competition continued, and soon a young man came on the scene, making the atmosphere fiery.

It was a young man with a magnificent body, his long hair spread casually, and the exposed muscles showed a fierce breath.

Ask God, the strongest personal disciple under the elders of the three elders, this time won the top three people with the highest voice!

As soon as he played, he firmly attracted everyone's attention.

Asked that Tiantian was really powerful, the ninth mid-level cultivation practice of Innate Realm broke out, and the opponent was defeated by any number of moves, easily entering the top 20.

"Next, draw the disciple who was signed on the 18th and come up to compete." The elder's majestic voice spread throughout the audience.

"Brother, prepare to be surprised." Bingya smiled at Xiao Ye, and then dropped her foot on the square, landing lightly on the square.

Xiao Ye looked at Bing Ya's back and whispered to herself: "Sister Xiu's cultivation behavior is estimated to have reached the mid-ninth level of Congenital Realm."

The people stared at Bing Ya's body and murmured.

"Bingya, a close disciple of the four elders!"

"I heard she is very strong."

"How strong can a woman be?" someone soon questioned.

Although Bingya rarely shots in the sect, but because of her holy temperament, many people still remember her.

The four black-robed elders, including the deputy master, looked at Bingya at the same time.

Before the four elders did not accept Xiao Ye as a disciple, Bingya brought them too much shock. Their qualifications were not weaker than those of Zhao Qian.

"Sister Bingya, you need to be careful." Bingya's opponent is a disciple of the second elder, as if he were a Confucian student and personable.

"Let's talk nonsense!" Bing Ya interrupted the opponent coldly and shot directly.

The proselytist's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to carelessly, urged Xiu to the peak, and fought against Bingya.

Rumble!

Bing Han's breath flows through the void, and the terror's power fluctuations swept away from Bing Ya.

"Congenital Realm Jiuzhong Middle!" The pupil of the professed pupil contracted violently and his face was incredible.

The woman who is much younger than him now seems to have this kind of practice.

"Sister Bingya, don't need to fight anymore, I admit defeat." The proselytist smiled bitterly and arched his hand, his training was lower than that of Bingya.

"Sister Bingya, I have long heard that your qualifications are not weaker than that of Brother Zhao Qian. At first sight, it really deserves its reputation." The pro-disciple smiled all over his face.

But Bing Yali ignored each other and turned away, leaving the proselytized disciple to walk awkwardly.

"Brother and sister, how is your performance?" Bingya walked to Xiao Ye, her eyes flickering, quite playful, like a little girl eager to get praise.

It is rare to see Bing Ya's Xiao Ye being so laughing in his heart, but his face is serious: "Great."

I don't know why, Bingya is unmoved no matter how she praises the other opposite sex, but she is very concerned about Xiao Ye's praise.

I saw Bing Ya's smug smile and walked to Xiao Ye's side, the two chatted and laughed,

After taking the Elixir, Liu Yiyi temporarily stabilized the injury. Suddenly seeing this scene, an unknown emotion suddenly rose in his heart.

In fact, when she first entered the Chongyang Gate, she always used Bingya as her opponent.

But after a while, she found that she was far from being able to compare with each other in terms of cultivation, qualifications, and even temperament.

Bingya has a mysterious atmosphere on her body, so good that she can only look up.

But now such an excellent woman is actually intimate with Xiao Ye, talking and laughing.

"Huh, Bing Ya, your eyes are not as good as mine." Liu Yiyi bit her red lips lightly and looked at her negative hand. Zhao Qian, who was extraordinary, suddenly had some confidence in her heart.

Finally, the second round of the competition ended.

"Time to rest a pillar of incense, and then start the third round of the competition, this time still eliminated half of the people, who can beat the opponent, you can advance to the top ten." The elder said.

After a pillar of incense, twenty disciples began to draw lots.

"Number one?"

"I turned out to be the first player in the third round." Xiao Ye looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, slightly stunned.

"Brother, there are a total of ten competitions in the third round. You are very likely to meet Zhao Qian or ask the heavens. I hope you are not so lucky." Bing Ya said with some concern.

If Xiao Ye can't rush into the first three, then the fate of the next will be very miserable.

Bing Ya's words fell, and a young man with a majestic body had already walked to the square.

Ask God!

Seeing the young man, Bing Ya was taken aback, and she was really afraid of what came.

"Ask God?" Xiao Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a strong fighting spirit in his body. It seemed that he needed to use his physical strength.