Thunder Martial

The elders squinted and looked at the sable, as if they wanted to see through each other.

In his opinion, this little guy is not so reckless. The reason why he dares to say this must have his reasons.

"Does he have the possibility of winning?" The dark elders secretly said.

However, with the strength of his true Yuan Mirror, how can it not be seen that Zi Yan has only five layers of infuriating strength, and that the practice of cultivation is a third-rate combat technique.

The most common and lowest.

Tigers and fists, flowing clouds.

With these two kinds, I want to defeat the six-layered innocent, Wang Meng who has second-rate combat skills?

The elders can't figure it out, don't even think about it.

At the sight of all the elders, the elders faintly said: "If both parties are willing, they can be exchanged."

Purple is certainly willing, but Lin Xue is not willing, but after the purple eyes blinked, it was forcibly taken away the second sign of Lin Xue.

The behavior is very rude.

But Lin Xue smiled. It seems that Zi Yan has a masculinity at this moment because he knows to protect people.

Su Mengyao in the distance, could not help but nod, no matter how strong, Zi Yan's responsibility, she appreciates.

"Hey, contrived." Chen Feng is a cold voice.

Su Mengyao did not speak. Her words with Chen Feng were not much.

"This is looking for death. This is good, and you don't have to use it." Wang Xiong gritted his teeth.

"It's a pity that this kid is going to die in an accident." The inner disciple next to Wang Xiong also said.

In the crowd, there are different opinions, there are good and bad, and there is encouragement and sarcasm.

In particular, some male compatriots, seeing the purple scorpion so big in front of Lin Xue, all of them are uncomfortable in their hearts, and their mouths are also ridiculous.

Zi Yan took the second pick and went to the battle platform in the ridicule of the male compatriots and the worship of the female compatriots.

Wang Meng has been waiting here, his eyes are already cold.

"I don't think you are so anxious to die." Wang Meng coldly said.

The purple indifference responded, "Whoever died is not necessarily the same, the grace of the day, the ten times return today."

"Why?" Wang Mengxiao smiled and said: "Just rely on your third-rate combat skills, you think you have realized the true meaning, you will be amazed, tell you, the third-rate combat skills are rubbish, even if you understand the true meaning It is also rubbish."

"I don't know if the third-rate combat technique is garbage, but I know that you don't even waste garbage, because today you are destined to lose."

"Haha." Wang Meng laughed and laughed.

"Okay, you can fight." Next to the battle platform, an elder judge stopped the bickering of the two.

"War, let me see who is the garbage." Wang Meng finally sneered, the six layers of infuriating began to surge, the eyes of the killing flash.

The foot is wrong, the flow of clouds step appears, at the same time, the open palm of the hand with a fierce breath.

"Flower cloud step is not so useful." Zi Yan mouth slightly tilted, a little under the feet, like a stream of water, just escaped Wang Meng's blow.

"Hey."

When a blow fell, Wang Meng took a change, and the second type of the palm of the hand slammed down, and the wind whistled. The purple whitish clothes began to dance, and the black hair danced in the wind.

At the foot of the purple pipa, he made another mistake. He flashed again and again, and escaped again with a difference of a millimeter. At the same time, when Wang Mengli weakened, he punched a punch.

"Roar."

A tiger roar, a three-way style of three-powered martial arts, has already played with the trend.

"Peng."

In the dull sound, the purple scorpion swayed back two steps, while Wang Xiong retreated four steps.

This result makes the crowd look awkward.

Along the way, the sables are not to be seen, and the most screaming, and the two wars of today, only made a statement, but never imagined that his battle with Wang Meng actually took up in the moment. The first opportunity.

"Go to death."

The surrounding arguments came one after another. Wang Meng felt that his face could not be hanged. The second-rate combat technique combined with the infuriating spirit of the other side of the other layer could not hold back the purple scorpion. It would be too shameful. A roar, the palm of the mountain appeared again, and roared.

At the foot of the purple scorpion, the flow of clouds is flashing again and again, as if it is flowing in the clouds, and comprehending its true essence. At this moment, it is even more powerful than the footwork of the supernatural, always avoiding Wang Meng’s attack with a slight difference.

"This is the essence of the flow of clouds, good boy, no wonder the Tibetan mastiff, it is really cautious." On the high platform, the elders are finally no longer surprised, their eyes suddenly brightened, as if they discovered the New World.

In the combat technique, the footwork is the most difficult to cultivate, and it is harder to realize that the true meaning is more difficult. At this time, the purple pipa shows the essence of the true meaning, and it has reached the limit of the footwork.

"Peng."

The dull collision sounds constantly on the platform, and the purple scorpion and Wang Meng are two people.

At this moment, everyone has to look at the strength of Ziyan.

Wang Xiong’s face is already black to the extreme. Today it seems that everything is not going well. There is a Wu Sheng, and now there is another purple.

Su Mengyao's peerless face is still a smile. The face of the first person in Lingwuzong’s core is not very good-looking. I have to know that he did not understand the essence of footwork.

"This kid is really not ordinary." Miaokong laughed.

Next to Lin Xuemei's eyes flashed, like a chicken eating rice, nodded again and again.

"The fifth type of open palm."

The sigh of breath is surging, and Wang Meng has already played a real fire, but the sable is like a flexible fish, and he does not always resist him.

"The sixth style of opening the palm."

"The seventh style of opening the palm."

The fierce moves, the surging instinct, went to the purple madness, but they were all resolved.

There are nine styles of open palms, and the ninth style is the strongest one.

"Purple, I don't believe, you can block my strongest blow." Wang Meng blinked red, like crazy, the voice became hysterical.

Also competing for the first time, now it is difficult to enter the top three.

In the midst of anger, Wang Meng played the last style of the open palm, opened the mountain, and replaced the knife with the palm of his hand. Wang Meng’s breath suddenly became very fierce, like a big blade of a mountain that flashed with a cold, with a fierce breath, suddenly fell. .

Second-rate exercises, the strongest blow, but unfortunately Wang Meng did not fully realize the true intentions, this is just the strongest blow.

"I will let you see what is a three-way practice."

In the face of the strongest blow of the second-rate exercises, Zi Yan sneered, and the atmosphere of the whole body surging again. When the fists were clenched, the breath of the purple scorpion changed, as if it were turned into a tiger.

At this moment, the purple scorpion disappeared and replaced by a tiger.

The tiger slammed down the mountain, with the pressure of the king of the mountain forest, roaring and shaking the mountain forest. The king found his prey in his own territory, a pair of cold eyes, and stared at the prey.

The momentum of the purple scorpion is changing. From a roaring king to a king who is about to attack, the eyelids become sharp and the energy of the whole body becomes more cohesive.

"This is the essence of the tiger's boxing?"

Whether it is the elders or a group of spectators, after feeling the purple scent at this moment, his face has changed.

If the sacred essence of the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred genius, the genius of the genius, the genius of the genius, can only be said to be the genius of the genius.

The essence of true meaning is not something that anyone can comprehend. The original Chen Feng only realized the true meaning of a set of exercises, but did not comprehend the essence of the true meaning.

"This purple talent does not seem to be weaker than Chen Feng."

There is a darkness in the elders' mind, and the gaze is looking to the side, but it is found that the elders have curiosity in their eyes, and the faces of the two elders are green.

"Peng."

Under all kinds of emotions, the tiger's boxing touched the palm of the hand, and the dull sound, with a strong force rolling around, the whole battle platform, all trembled, and then the two figures were separated. .

One is fierce and then retreats, but one is retreating from the air. At the same time, there is a broken bone in the air.

The retreating nature is purple, this time he retired more than ten meters, and he reached the edge of the battle platform, only stabilized the figure, the body turbulent, but not injured.

Wang Meng has already flown out of the battle platform, his arms are pulled down, his arms seem to have broken, and he falls directly into the crowd, making a loud sound.

Once defeated, the outcome was divided, and the scene was silent.

The three-stream combat technique used by the five-layered infuriating team actually defeated the six-layered real-time second-rate combat technique. This is incredible, but it is this incredible thing that happened.

Under the stands, everyone's eyes have changed. Even Wu Sheng, who had never been in the past, has a dignified color on his face.

They looked at the purple eyes, and there was inevitably awe in their eyes. Even a lot of people have compared Ziyan with Chen Feng.

"This talent is good."

On the high platform, the elders once again raised their eyes and faint.

The two elders were gloomy and did not speak a word. The other elders nodded again and again.

In the eyes of everyone, Aster walked down the battle platform and walked toward Lin Xue and Miaokong.

"Thank you brother."

Wonderful sky looked at Zi Yan, grateful way, Zi Yan abolished Wang Meng, then the fourth and fifth battles, obviously the wonderful sky won, and now the wonderful sky is the fourth.

As for the top three, it is Lin Xue, Wu Sheng, and Zi Yan.

"Not bad, purple 宸 宸 ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ true five-layer victory over six layers, but you have great hope to enter the core." Lin Xue smiled thoughtfully.

Zi Yan smiled.

"This kid." Su Mengyao's appreciation in the eyes is getting more and more intense. Chen Feng's eyes are more and more cold. The five layers of infuriating can overcome the two-layer combat skills of real six-layer comprehension. This purple talent has already been followed. Chen Feng is comparable.

This is a threat to Chen Feng.

And looking at the current situation, Zijing and other talents have entered the core, it seems to have been nailed, if Wu Sheng's strength is the same as Wang Meng, then Zi Yan won.

"I must kill him." Looking at the seriously injured younger brother, Wang Xiong bit his teeth and groaned.

"Wang Xiong, be cautious, kill a core disciple, do you have this courage?" Before that, he threatened to destroy the inner disciple of Zi Yan, but at the moment it is a solemn way.

"He is not a core disciple yet, there are two wars." Wang Xiongdao.

"If there is no accident, he is the core disciple, let alone kill him, you should be careful, don't let people revenge. Zichun's talent is comparable to that of Chen Feng's brother." Others have advised.

"The third battle begins. Wu Sheng vs. Lin Xue"

How about the stage, how to talk about it, the elders on the stage naturally do not care, a battle is over, and soon the second game will come.

Wu Sheng is against Lin Xue.

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