"Boy, don't run!" Zhao Chong continued to pester Yu Wenlei, his fist shadow shook, and his combat effectiveness barely reached the threshold of the seventh level of Lingyuan Realm.
However, this level of attack could not change Yu Wenlei's plan. Yu Wenlei only released his mental power and locked on each of Zhao Chong's fists. He stayed in place, frequently moving his body within one step, and even Occasionally he just tilts his neck, but the shadow of fists in the sky always passes him by!
"Oh my god...he is still not human, how did he do this..."
"Monster! At such a close distance, you can avoid dozens of punches in one breath..."
"That kid's speed and control of his body are truly terrifying..."
Ten breaths, twenty breaths, and thirty breaths passed. Yu Wenlei dodged hundreds of punches, but never made a move. At this time, Zhao Chong's breath was already unstable and he was confused. Although Yu Wenlei didn't take action, his calm look completely penetrated Zhao Chong's inner defense.
"Impossible! Impossible...coincidence! It must be a coincidence!" Zhao Chong kept chanting and punched Yu Wenlei like a madman. However, no matter how many punches he threw, the result was still the same.
"Impossible..." Finally, Zhao Chong felt palpitations in his heart, and his confidence was completely defeated. He stopped attacking and sat on the martial arts field in despair.
"Inner disciple Zhao Chong has lost his qualifications!"
On the sidelines, the voice of an inner sect deacon sounded, and everyone was in an uproar. They couldn't believe that someone could defeat their opponent in this way. This was definitely a unique time in the history of the Qijue Sect.
"That...isn't that Yu Wenlei from our outer sect..." Several outer sect disciples on the sidelines recognized Yu Wenlei.
"Yes, that Yuwen Lei, he actually participated in the sect competition..."
"I knew he was strong before, but I didn't expect him to be this strong. I hope he can give us outer disciples some words to speak of..."
The commotion that Yu Wen Lei made even attracted the attention of the high platform. Even Hua Qingyun glanced at Yu Wen Lei curiously.
"Master, that boy is the one I brought back. He is very talented and can be made into something."
"Oh? Yes, Elder Zhou did a good job." Hua Qingyun nodded.
"By the way, that boy also brought back a demon-subduing order a few days ago and handed it over to the sect." Elder Zhou saw the opportunity and added another sentence.
"Oh? So it's him. Our Qi Jue Sect has received another Demon Subduing Token, which is good. Are all the contribution points rewarded? And Gu Yu from last time." Hua Qingyun felt relieved and liked Yu Wenlei.
"The five hundred thousand contribution points have been given to Gu Yu. As for this kid, he directly asked for five hundred thousand spirit stones..."
"What? This... this guy is so greedy for money? He is really short-sighted..." Head Hua Qingyun curled his lips and said, and his impression of Yu Wenlei instantly fell to the bottom.
Hearing this, Elder Zhou also coughed a few times in embarrassment, secretly blaming Yu Wenlei.
"Inner disciple Wu Feifei has lost her qualifications!"
On the martial arts field, after more than an hour of competition, the first round ended. Only ninety-four people were left standing on the field. Counting the core disciples, the top 100 disciples were released, and Yu Wenlei was among the top 100. After Zhao Chong's lesson, no one dared to target Yu Wenlei anymore.
And at the front of the martial arts arena, there was a person looking at Yu Wenlei viciously. He was Zhan Yan. Yu Wenlei was keenly aware of the hostility, turned around, and looked at Zhan Yan, not to be outdone.
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"At the end of the first round, all those who advance will receive a reward of two thousand spirit stones. Now, at the beginning of the second round, there are ten square platforms in front of you. Next, you will draw lots and form groups of ten, with only one person in each group. You can advance to the top ten. The six core disciples do not need to draw lots and will stand on stages one to six respectively." Elder Zhou announced.
After the words fell, many of the top 100 disciples were overjoyed. Two thousand spirit stones were already their resources for a month. Nearly a hundred disciples retreated to the sidelines, and the inner sect deacon was responsible for arranging the drawing of lots. The six core disciples jumped up, each using their body skills, and landed gracefully on the square platform. Gu Yu, the newest core disciple, landed on stage six.
When it was Yu Wenlei's turn, he also got a number plate with ninety-nine written on it.
"No. 99... is on the last one, square platform No. 10, and Zhan Yan is on platform three." Yu Wenlei murmured. It seems that he could not meet Zhan Yan before the top ten.
"The second round begins!"
On the ten square platforms, each was fighting. The six core disciples were holding numbers 1, 11, 21...51, so the six of them stayed on the stage, and the first battle was against each other. The core disciples undoubtedly had extremely bad luck.
"No. 12! Such bad luck..." Zhuo Biao cursed. He was one of those with extremely bad luck. When he saw Zhuo Biao walking up to the second stage, even Yu Wenlei shook his head and sighed. This guy's luck is also bad. It’s really too much.
His opponent was Leng Qianxun, the core disciple ranked second after Hua Zifeng. This Leng Qianxun had a withdrawn temperament and often walked alone. He went out alone to practice hard. I heard that several inner sect elders had offered to accept him as a disciple, but he rejected them all.
At this point, Zhuo Biao put everything behind him, pulled out the tiger knife, and took action first. He immediately activated his spiritual power with all his strength, and he was already at the eighth level of the Lingyuan Realm!
"Tiger Slash!"
boom!
The sword slashed down, and Leng Qianxun took two steps back without taking action. Several green bricks on the square platform were broken into pieces. The material of these green bricks and stones is not ordinary. The square platform specially built by the sect is much harder than the martial arts field. This shows the destructive power of Zhuo Biao's sword.
Although the Tiger Slash failed, the sword still had some power and was approaching Leng Qianxun.
boom!
Leng Qianxun used a casual palm to dispel the sword's glare, and the powerful spiritual power clashed in front of him, causing his clothes to dance back and make a grinning sound. After one strike failed, Zhuo Biao picked up the tiger sword, his eyes sharp, and he then slashed several times.
In the first battle of the ten square platforms, the other five core disciples all won with one move and quickly eliminated their opponents. After a while, the winners and losers were also determined on the four square platforms in the back, but the movement on the second platform was the loudest.
boom!
There was another knife blow, and rubble flew away. No one expected that Zhuo Biao was so fierce and destroyed the No. 2 platform into a mess in the first battle.
"Zhuo Biao's strength has improved a lot, it's a pity..." Several elders were also paying attention to stage two.
"Defeat me!" The next moment, Leng Qianxun's spiritual power exploded, and he suddenly slapped out with a palm of his hand! With this fluctuation in spiritual power, he actually broke through the first level of Ling Gang Realm!
"Sure enough, he also broke through..." On the sidelines, Hua Zifeng's eyes narrowed, and his fighting spirit rose.
Only those with strong spiritual power can achieve this. Zhuo Biao couldn't breathe under the pressure of the powerful spiritual palm print. You can't avoid it, you can only resist it! Zhuo Biao held the knife in both hands, faced the danger, and slashed with all his strength.
boom!
There was a loud noise from Channel 2, and everyone watching held their breath.
"Resist! Ah..." At the moment of the confrontation, Zhuo Biao felt the huge force under the palm, and his body shook back involuntarily. At the critical moment, Zhuo Biao turned his hands and inserted the tiger knife into the blue bricks.
A long line of sparks flew off the tip of the knife. Zhuo Biao roared, gritted his teeth, and retreated to the edge of the square platform. At this time, his clothes were torn and his face was covered with wounds, but his body finally stopped! A shocking knife mark was left on the stage.
Ta-ta-ta... blood dripped on the stage and could be heard on the ground.
Resisted...
war!
Zhuo Biao stomped one foot and his body flew up.
"Tiger slashes three times in a row!"
Leng Qianxun pulled away and retreated, avoiding two swords in succession, and the third sword came in an instant. At this moment, even he admired Zhuo Biao. In order to show respect, Leng Qianxun drew his long sword for the first time.
Ding!
The swords intersected, and under Leng Qianxun's powerful spiritual power, the tiger's three consecutive slashes were also shattered. Leng Qianxun stood firmly on the spot, while Zhuo Biao was knocked back several steps, and then retreated to the edge before finally stabilizing. live.
This time, Leng Qianxun didn't give him another chance. He suddenly turned his steps. In an instant, a long sword stopped in front of Zhuo Biao's chest. The gap was still too big...
"No. 11 Leng Qianxun wins!"
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