"Don't worry. This kid is just strong."
Wang Lingyun said in a deep voice.
The words "dark horse" made his heart sink.
This was what he was most worried about, but it happened to happen soon.
"strong?"
Huang Yuan and Hu Yiba both grinned when they heard this.
To say strong.
Within ten miles of the outer gate, there are several very tyrannical ones.
Right now.
Huang Yuan has been practicing external skills passed down from his family since he was a child. He is the best at the same level and can beat him to the ground at the normal pulse-opening stage.
Hu Yiba practices the "Bawang Halberd Technique" passed down from his family. Just by hearing the word "Overlord", you can imagine how powerful he is.
But the two of them didn't know that Wang Lingyun had reservations about Zhou Xing's evaluation. The biggest feature of Zhou Xing's "Bronze Statue Kung Fu" is not its great power.
time flies.
The fourth round of random battle passed quickly.
In this round, some less powerful disciples were eliminated.
Of course, there are also some disciples who have acceptable strength but are very unlucky, such as those who encounter the top ten or twenty disciples in a row.
On the formation board at this moment.
There are not many people who can still maintain the winning streak, only twenty or thirty people.
Even the top ten disciples from the previous session cannot guarantee a winning streak.
For example, Yang Fan met Nangong Li in the first round and lost one game, winning three and losing one.
Knockout, the fifth round begins.
It didn't take long.
Zhou Xing appeared on the stage again, and the disciples in the audience were booed and wary again.
"Zhou Xing, you'd better stop throwing people away. There are big shots above who think you are suspected of disrupting order."
A voice sounded in Zhou Xing's ears.
Zhou Xing looked sideways and saw that it was the referee on the side who was transmitting a message to him.
To transmit sound into secrets, you must at least be in the viscera refining stage before you can use it.
Can't you throw people away anymore?
Zhou Xing wondered in his heart, which big shot had he offended?
"Okay! If you don't throw it away, don't throw it away."
Zhou Xing didn't care and looked at the young man opposite.
"Don't throw me away...I give up!"
The young man opposite was only in the middle stage of Tongmai. Knowing that he was no match for Zhou Xing, he quickly admitted defeat.
Defeating is a trivial matter, being thrown down and carried directly is too embarrassing.
Just admit defeat!
This is the first time Zhou Xing has encountered this situation since the competition.
It seemed that his reputation was gradually established in the minds of his disciples.
Five consecutive wins!
Zhou Xing grinned and walked off the competition stage.
The fifth round of competition ended faster.
On the one hand, some contestants were eliminated and the number of people became smaller.
Furthermore, the opponents of some powerful figures, such as Duan Xiaolong, Hu Yiba, Nangong Li and others, will decisively admit defeat.
End of the fifth round.
Look at the rankings on the formation board again.
"Five consecutive victories, only twenty-three left..."
The rankings arranged on the formation board attracted a lot of attention.
Of course, some more obscure names appeared, and some disciples were eliminated.
The sixth round begins!
In the ensuing battle, the powerful disciples frequently clashed and the fight was in full swing.
some of.
A battle that caused a burst of boos.
"Iron Palm!"
A young man with a slightly darkened face had a hot inner breath rising from his palm, like a ball of high-temperature iron sand, with an astonishing momentum.
His opponent was a man with a Chinese character.
"Pengpa!"
The young man's palm was like a hot iron stone, beating the man with the Chinese character face back again and again.
"How could it be possible! Who is that young man? He actually beat 'Zheng Dong', who was ranked eleventh last year, to the point where he couldn't resist."
""Iron Sand Palm"? Isn't this a low-level martial arts?"
All the disciples in the audience couldn't help but marvel.
A low-level boxing technique was able to suppress Zheng Dong, who was ranked eleventh.
"The pinnacle of boxing skills!"
Zhou Xing saw something fishy.
Outside the court, some middle and high-level people in the sect were also slightly surprised.
It is not easy to practice a martial arts to its peak and understand its true meaning.
Even if it is a low-level martial arts, reaching the peak and perfection, the power is astonishing.
What's more, that young man also possesses the late-stage cultivation of Tongmai.
After a few rounds.
Peng!
"Zheng Dong", a man with a Chinese character face, was kicked out of the competition ring.
"My lord, Cao Lei, I accept the concession."
The young man's voice was calm and neither arrogant nor impetuous.
Uh-huh!
When the formation was lined up, the name of the young man "Cao Lei" suddenly jumped to the front.
Take a closer look.
Young Cao Lei’s result is actually six consecutive victories!
"Dark horse! Another dark horse!"
"I've seen this kid before. He has been practicing hard. I didn't expect that he would become a blockbuster today."
Some disciples discussed privately.
Cao Lei's combat performance, reaching the top ten, is not a big problem.
"Number 99 vs. Number 33."
The referee's voice sounded, and it was Zhou Xing's turn to play again.
On the fighting stage.
"Wang Lingyun!"
Zhou Xing looked at the familiar young man in green clothes across from him and couldn't help but be stunned.
On the 33rd, it was Wang Lingyun.
The corner of Zhou Xing's mouth evoked a hint of amusement.
In the sixth round of the competition, he finally met Wang Lingyun.
"Oops!"
Wang Lingyun knew something was wrong. But he couldn't immediately admit defeat in front of Zhou Xing.
Even if you lose, you must lose decently.
Wang Lingyun had a plan in mind and looked on guard. He could not be thrown off the stage.
Iron Cloud Claw!
Wang Lingyun stepped forward steadily, and slashed a piece of fierce inner breath with one claw. The energy was sharp and harsh, making people feel a chill.
Compared with last time, Wang Lingyun's martial arts skills have obviously improved.
"open!"
Zhou Xing punched Wang Lingyun with a huge force and domineering inner aura, causing him to stagger.
puff!
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Wang Lingyun's mouth, with a look of horror on his face. He never expected that he could not even receive the opponent's punch.
Immediately afterwards, the figure of the young man opposite him changed into a mold.
Whoops!
When the strong wind came, Wang Lingyun thought to himself that it was not good, he was afraid that Zhou Xing would throw him out.
However.
The next feeling was not the feeling of being caught.
boom!
A heavy foot kicked Wang Lingyun in the buttocks from behind.
"Ah hiss——"
Wang Lingyun felt a sharp pain in his anus and let out a shrill scream.
Peng Sou!
In the next moment, he was kicked hard and kicked out of the competition ring.
thump!
Some of the disciples in the audience had already moved out of the way on alert, causing Wang Lingyun to fall into a dog's excrement.
only.
What surprised everyone this time was that Zhou Xing did not throw the person, but instead kicked him.
"Ah! My butt..."
Wang Lingyun reluctantly got up, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He pressed his buttocks with one hand, limping like a lame old man.
The referee was stunned and glanced at Zhou Xing.
"I didn't throw anyone away this time, so why don't I just kick him?"
Zhou Xing lowered his voice.
The referee's face twitched, and he waved the flag, announcing Zhou Xing's sixth consecutive victory!
Wang Lingyun's tragic end made many disciples in the audience feel chilly.
In comparison, Zhou Xing's previous behavior of "throwing people away" can be considered a "gentle" behavior.
"Zhou Xing! I will repay you tenfold for today's humiliation."
Wang Lingyun clenched his teeth and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing unprecedented malice.
He already understood.
In Yunyuemen, there can only be one person between him and Zhou Xing.
When Zhou Xingxing came off the stage, he was naturally aware of Wang Lingyun's vicious gaze; he had made up his mind that if there was a good opportunity, he would definitely get rid of this guy!
Although he has overtaken Wang Lingyun, he does not want to always be on guard against this poisonous snake in the dark.
The sixth round of competition was carried out in an orderly manner.
So far, there are only about seventy disciples left on the field who have not been eliminated.
That is to say.
So far in the knockout round, nearly two-thirds of the disciples have been eliminated.
Duan Xiaolong, Nangong Li, Hu Yiba and others are still strong, and their opponents basically admit defeat.
The end of the sixth round was a fight that caught everyone's attention.
"Get out of here!"
A man with raised eyebrows, with a stern voice and a black iron rod in his hand, whistled dullly, and his strong inner breath blessed the iron rod, making him extremely powerful.
"It's Fang Xing!"
"This person ranked eighth in last year's competition, and his skill has greatly improved this year."
Many disciples recognized Fang Xing.
Fang Xing's opponent was a beautiful woman, holding a soft sword in her hand and wielding a flexible sword shadow.
"Tong Yuling."
Zhou Xing recognized this woman at a glance. It was the same woman who killed the bloody bald Senior Sister Tong with him last time.
What surprised Zhou Xing was that Tong Yuling was able to fight Fang Xing calmly.
In my memory.
Tong Yuling's strength is probably among the top fifteen in the outer sect, and there is a gap between her and Fang Xing, Yang Fan and others in the top ten.
"Sweep the world with sticks!"
The man with raised eyebrows was Fang Xing. On the iron rod in his hand, the inner breath was surging and roaring, and he suddenly waved out a pillar-like shadow of the stick, which had the momentum of smashing across the mountains and sweeping away thousands of armies with one stick.
The power and strength of that stick seemed to be an almost limitless blow at the level of Tongmai stage.
"Spirit Snake Sword Dance!"
Tong Yuling did not retreat at all, and the soft sword in her hand vibrated, as if it turned into a living sword snake, bursting out an astonishing cold rainbow of internal energy, and a faint blood light flashed on its surface.
That sword was not only strange and agile, but the inner energy on the sword exploded, even overpowering Fang Xingyi.
Poof!
The snake-like sword struck the iron rod, causing Fang Xing to sway and reveal an expression of disbelief.
next moment.
Tong Yuling took advantage of the situation and cut in. The cold light and blood light on the soft sword intertwined, wrapped around the iron rod, and suddenly swung it.
"No!"
Fang Xing screamed in surprise, and the iron rod in his hand was already released.
There was a "clang" sound.
The iron rod fell to the ground from mid-air, leaving Fang Xing in disbelief and disbelief.
"How is it possible...my cultivation has reached the peak of Tongmai, and I can compete with the top five."
Fang Xing found it difficult to accept the reality.
In the last term, he was ranked tenth in the outer sect, but due to carelessness, he lost to Huang Yuan, who was seventh.
This time, he has made great progress and wanted to strive for the top five. If you perform better, you may be valued by a big shot in the sect and even enter the inner sect.
In the previous battles, he won several games in a row without encountering any strong opponents, so his luck was pretty good.
did not expect.
In this sixth game, he was defeated by his opponent from the previous term.
In front of the formation board.
An old man in black robe stretched out his finger, and a blue energy chain visible to the naked eye hit the formation board.
Uh-huh!
On the formation board, Tong Yuling's ranking jumped up.
I saw that Tong Yuling's result was also six consecutive victories, tied with Nangong Li, Le Feng, Zhou Xing and others.
"Another dark horse!"
"This Tong Yuling has made great progress. Looking at her strength just now, she can definitely strive for the top five."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
Zhou Xing and Le Feng both had some surprises on their faces.
Tong Yuling walked down with a smile on her face, taking this victory as a matter of course.
"The last time the killer went bald, Tong Yuling didn't have this strength. Could it be that she has any opportunities recently?"
Zhou Xing couldn't help but think.
If Tong Yuling had this strength, she could kill the bloody bald man alone last time.
However, Zhou Xing quickly figured it out.
The world of the sect is mysterious, mysterious, and bizarre. He is not the only one who can get opportunities. There may be many existences like him.
It didn't take long.
The sixth round of random battles ended.
After six battles, there are only nineteen people who can still maintain a winning streak!
"That kid actually made it into the top twenty."
Wang Lingyun was jealous and unwilling to give up.
Looking at this trend, as long as Zhou Xing is not too unlucky and breaks into the top 20 and enters the next round of "ranking competition", there will be no pressure at all.
"Don't worry! He's just lucky and didn't meet the top ten disciples."
Huang Yuan said coldly.
"The number of remaining disciples is getting smaller and smaller, and the chance of encountering them is already very high."
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Hu Yiba's mouth.
indeed.
After rounds of elimination, the remaining disciples have become fewer and fewer.
"Everyone."
Wang Lingyun suddenly gritted his teeth: "If any of you can defeat Zhou Xing and stop his winning streak, I, Wang Lingyun, will offer you a fifty-year-old cordyceps, plus five hundred second-grade Yuan stones."
As soon as this statement came out.
Several people in the "Circle of Evil" looked at Wang Lingyun in surprise.
Fifty-year-old cordyceps, plus five hundred second-grade Yuan stones, this is already a big sum for the outer disciples.
Even for a young family leader like Wang Lingyun, it is a rare resource.
"And me, plus a thousand yuan stones. As long as whoever can teach Zhou Xing a lesson on the stage, the thousand yuan stones will be his."
A delicate girl's voice came.
Everyone looked sideways and saw that the person who came was a pretty girl, it was Jiang Yun'er.
Jiang Yun'er, as a popular and beautiful girl, was thrown off the stage by Zhou Xing in front of everyone. She felt such humiliation and resentment that she had rarely seen in her life.
"It's a deal."
Hu Yiba and Huang Yuan looked at each other and smiled.
A total of 1,500 first-grade Yuan stones, plus a fifty-year-old cordyceps, this is already very tempting.
not to mention.
If he could accomplish this, he might even be favored by the beauty Jiang Yun'er.
"Haha! Can we participate in such a good thing?"
There were a few more figures approaching here after hearing the sound.
The rewards offered by Wang Lingyun and Jiang Yun'er were enough to make any outer disciple's heart flutter.
"Of course."
Wang Lingyun was elated.
If he were to rely on his personal power alone, he would not have such a high appeal, but with the favor of a beauty like Jiang Yun'er, the effect would be multiplied several times.
For a while.
There were a total of five or six outer sect elites, gearing up and looking forward to the battle with Zhou Xing.
A "blocking operation" has officially begun!
Those who participate in sniping must be at least among the top fifteen or ten in the outer sect.
Among them, in addition to Hu Yiba ranked fourth, Huang Yuan ranked seventh, and Yang Fan ranked ninth, Cheng Jun ranked sixth and Xu Jing ranked tenth were also added.
"Tsk, tsk, this Zhou Xing seems to have aroused public outrage from the outer sect."
"Who can resist the beauty's favor and the charm of Yuanshi? If I were strong, alas..."
Some disciples nearby couldn't help but look at Zhou Xing with some sympathy.
"Stop my winning streak?"
Zhou Xing got the news quickly. After all, the actions there were not considered hidden.
After learning about the generous reward, Zhou Xing shook his head and sighed: "I'm so excited..."
He wished he could punch himself down and fall into the favor of the beautiful woman and the embrace of Yuan Shi.
The knockout round soon came to the seventh round.
Finally, the people of "Block the Storm" got their chance.
"Number 99 vs. Number 132."
Following the referee's voice, a figure from the crowd rushed onto the stage excitedly.
"Hahaha! I got it..."
A country boy carrying an ax ran onto the stage with a look of ecstasy.
