Urban Flower Protection Dragon

At this time, the competition officially began, and the judges in each challenge arena began to call the students' numbers.

Ling Feng was assigned to No. 98 and didn't call himself for several rounds.

Ma Teng came out first. His strength was really strong. A student who fought with him was blown off the challenge arena by his move.

"98 vs. 46."

Finally, the referee called Ling Feng's name.

Ling Feng tiptoed gently and stood on the challenge arena. Opposite him was a thin young man in his early twenties.

"It seems that I was lucky to meet you." The skinny boy smiled.

Ling Feng smiled: "yes, I also think you are very lucky."

"I'll let Wenqiao know that you don't deserve to be his fiance." The boy said coldly.

Ling Feng was speechless for a while, and it was Li Wenqiao, the guy who brought disaster to the country and the people. After leaving for so long, these guys still thought about it.

"Gravel palm." The young man drank violently, and his body turned into a virtual shadow and jumped at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng stood in place, one did not hide, two did not flash, but stood in place and waved his fist to meet each other.

"Bang!"

With a dull noise, the skinny boy flew out upside down and sat down on the ground.

"98 wins."

The referee obviously didn't expect that the game would end so soon. He was stunned and announced immediately.

"Cut, are you cool? I'll see when you can play. " Zhao Kun narrowed his eyes slightly and stared coldly at the stand where Ling Feng was.

Li Wenqiao looked at Ling Feng's move thoughtfully. Originally, he wanted to see Ling Feng's real strength, but Ling Feng beat the other party down with an understatement punch.

The initial test continued, and soon it was Ling Feng's turn to play again.

This time, Ling Feng faced a young man with high internal strength, which was almost a replica of the last game. Ling Feng still ended the battle with only one punch.

At this time, many people finally noticed Ling Feng. From beginning to end, Ling Feng didn't use any skill, but just a random punch. What does this mean? It shows that Ling Feng's strength is much stronger than the other party.

"What strength is this guy? He's so arrogant."

Many people in the audience were whispering.

However, it was unexpected that this was just the beginning. In several consecutive games, Ling Feng solved the battle with one punch as in the first two games.

"This guy is crazy."

"Hum, his opponents are just some inner strength students at the bottom of the ranking. If he meets someone who changes Qi cultivation, I think he has the ability to solve the battle with one punch." Someone said angrily.

"98 vs. 16."

Hearing the battle between the two sides, the stadium immediately became boiling. On the 16th, Wang Yuanxu was at the beginning of his strength and ranked 13th in the outside ranking. He was the second only to Ma Teng in the group.

Everyone was staring at the game. They were curious whether Ling Feng would be so calm in the face of Qi master.

Wang Yuanxu stepped onto the challenge arena and looked at Ling Feng with dignified eyes.

"Boy, you're done pretending to be forced. Take out your real skills." Wang Yuanxu said coldly.

Ling Feng smiled slightly. The first level of qi transformation was no different from the just high level of internal strength in his eyes.

"Let me use my real skills. You don't deserve it." Ling Feng said faintly.

"Arrogance." After listening to Ling Feng's words, Wang Yuanxu was furious, and his fist wrapped in real Qi rushed at Ling Feng.

"Tiangang fist." With a roar, Wang Yuanxu quickly approached Ling Feng with a broken wind.

It turned out to be the best Tiangang fist in the medium level skill. Many people were surprised to see Wang Yuanxu's fist.

Tiangang fist can be said to be a very powerful Kung Fu in the medium level skills. When practiced to Mahayana, it can even be comparable to some high-level skills.

"You can force Ling Feng to use real Kung Fu this time“ Many people wait and see, waiting for Ling Feng to make a move.

But Ling Feng, as in the previous games, raised his fist and blasted it towards Wang Yuanxu's fist.

"What, I still haven't used the skill."

"This guy is crazy. How can an ordinary fist fight against Tiangang fist?"

In people's exclamation, two fists collided.

"Boom!"

There was a thick dull noise on the challenge arena, and then a figure flew backwards and fell heavily under the arena.

"How could it be that it was Wang Yuanxu who stepped down."

The audience was silent. I'm afraid no one would be surprised if Wang Yuanxu was shot down after a fierce fight, but Ling Feng's skill was useless. It was just an ordinary punch that knocked Wang Yuanxu out of the stage. What kind of cultivation is this guy.

The faces of those who just mocked Ling Feng were livid, which was undoubtedly a naked slap in the face for them.

At this time, people looked at Ling Feng, and there was no just disdain and contempt. Everyone knew that a black horse would be killed from this group.

Ling Feng basically didn't encounter any challenges in the later competition. Almost as soon as other players met him, they took the initiative to admit defeat.

Even Wang Yuanxu, who has entered the early stage of chemical gas, lost so miserably. Who dares to challenge Ling Feng.

The group match soon came to an end. Only Ling Feng and Ma Teng remained unbeaten in the group.

"Do you think Ma Teng can force Ling Feng to use the skill?" Suddenly someone muttered to himself.

After saying this, he was shocked. Ma Teng was the top ten expert in the outside world, and his cultivation was high-level, and his skill was even higher-level. How could he ask such a stupid question.

Almost all the other groups of seed players are outstanding, but the third challenge arena is full of variables due to the emergence of Ling Feng. People are looking forward to the direct duel between Ling Feng and Ma Teng.

"98 vs. 38."

Ling Feng stepped onto the challenge arena again. This time, his opponent was an old acquaintance.

Zhao Fang was staring at Ling Feng with cold eyes.

"You're not my opponent. I'm not used to fighting with women. Admit defeat." Ling Feng said faintly.

Zhao Fang's strength is only the initial stage of gas transformation, and it is impossible to pose a threat to herself.

"Let me admit defeat to you. I want to be beautiful."

Zhao Fang snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, she waved her show fist and roared at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng reluctantly shook his head and raised his fist. Just when the two fists were about to meet, Ling Feng suddenly found a faint light on Zhao Fang's fist.

"It's poison“

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly took back his fist, moved his steps slightly, and turned behind Zhao Fang.

"Bang“

With a dull noise, Ling Feng shook Zhao Fang out of the challenge arena with a palm.

Zhao Fang fell directly from the challenge arena, plopped to the ground and vomited blood.

"Xiao Fang“

At this time, Zhao Kun ran down from the stand, hugged Zhao Fang and stared at Ling Feng coldly.

"Boy, you're so cruel to my sister. When you meet me, I'll make your life worse than death." Zhao Kun drank coldly with a strong sense of killing in his eyes.

Ling Feng stood on the challenge arena. His black eyes stared at Zhao Kun coldly and smiled faintly: "I did it to her because she is not clean. As for our gratitude and resentment, I'm waiting for you."

"Hum." With a cold hum, Zhao Kun hugged Zhao Fang and left the challenge arena.

"Brother Kun, don't worry. I'll avenge my sister." On one side, Ma Teng quickly flattered.

During this period, Ling Feng met two opponents, but both of them took the initiative to admit defeat.

"98 vs. 14."

Hearing the opposing sides, the arena was silent in an instant.

Ling Feng and Ma Teng finally met.

This one will decide who is the first in the group. At the same time, everyone is almost thinking about a problem. Will ma tengling Feng solve the battle with only one punch?

Everyone in the audience stared at the two people on the stage, waiting for the strongest duel of the group.

"Boy, your luck has come to an end. Even brother Kun, you dare to offend. It's death." Ma Teng said coldly.

"Really? It seems that you are also Zhao Kun's running dog. " Ling Feng said coldly.

"What are you talking about?" After hearing Ling Feng's words, Ma Teng was furious.

"Forget it, since you want to abolish me, then do something." Ling Feng said faintly.

After listening to Ling Feng's words, Ma Teng was stunned. Zhao Fang just said it to herself in a very low voice. How did Ling Feng know.

"Boy, you have seed. You continue to use your fist." Ma Teng sneered.

"Well, as you wish, I still only use my fist without using the skill." Ling Feng said faintly.

After listening to Ling Feng's words, Ma Teng was stunned, and there was an uproar under the stage.

"This guy is crazy. Zhan Ma Teng still doesn't use the skill."

"Is he going to die?"

Few people believe that Ling Feng can defeat Ma Teng without using Kung Fu.

At this time, Long Wu on the high platform looked at the challenge arena where Ling Feng was, stroked his beard, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

"This boy is a little interesting. He raised his cultivation to the realm of transforming spirit in such a short time."

"What spirit?" Sitting beside him, Tutor ZHOU Yao couldn't help shouting.

Long Wu smiled and said, "it seems that this year's hospital test will be interesting."

At this time, the referee in the No. 3 challenge arena also stared at Ling Feng with great interest. When he heard that Ling Feng didn't use his skill to fight Ma Teng, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

He still appreciates Ling Feng very much, but he also feels that Ling Feng is a little too arrogant.

At this time, Ma Teng's face was green. Just now he just wanted to provoke Ling Feng. Unexpectedly, the other party really came next.

Don't fight against yourself. It's obviously Ling Feng's contempt for himself. It's the same as slapping him in the face.

"Boy, you want to die yourself. No wonder I'm here." Ma Teng said fiercely.

"This Ling Feng is becoming more and more interesting." Zhao Wenqiao stared at the challenge arena with a touch of expectation in his eyes.

"Is this guy a spirit realm? It's impossible. How could he reach this level? " Back in the stands, Zhao Kun stared at Ling Feng and a thought flashed in his heart, but soon he overturned his idea.

"Boy, I want to see how you take over my advanced skill." Ma Teng roared, and a vigorous momentum came out of him.

"Ten thousand horses gallop!" Ma Teng's body turned into a virtual shadow and surrounded Ling Feng like a whirlwind.

"Is this the high-level skill?" There were bursts of frightened voices under the stage, and almost everyone was attracted by Ma Teng's moves.

But then everyone turned their attention to Ling Feng. They were curious about how Ling Feng could resolve such a powerful attack without using the skill.