The great elder narrowed his eyes slightly and was looking at Zi Chen, as if he wanted to see through him.
In his opinion, this little guy is not so reckless. There must be a reason why he dares to say this.
"Is it possible for him to win?" the great elder asked secretly in his heart.
But with the strength of his True Yuan Mirror, it was impossible to tell that Zi Chen only had the strength of the fifth level of True Qi, and the techniques he practiced were all third-rate combat skills.
The most common and the lowest.
Tiger Fist, Flowing Cloud Step.
With these two, you want to defeat Wang Meng, who is at the sixth level of Qi and possesses second-rate combat skills?
The great elder can’t figure it out, so there’s no need to think about it.
When all the elders looked at him, the great elder said calmly: "If both parties are willing, they can be exchanged."
Of course Zi Chen was willing, but Lin Xue was not. However, after Zi Chen glared slightly, he forcibly took the No. 2 lottery from Lin Xue's hand.
The behavior was rude.
But Lin Xue smiled. It seemed that at this moment, Zi Chen gained masculinity because he knew how to protect people.
Su Mengyao in the distance couldn't help but nod. Regardless of his strength, she admired Zi Chen's responsibility.
"Hmph, it's just contrived." Chen Feng snorted coldly.
Su Mengyao didn't speak. She didn't talk much to Chen Feng.
"This is asking for death. Now it's over. You don't need to take action anymore." 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 were different opinions, some were good and some were bad, some were encouraging and some were sarcastic.
Especially some male compatriots, seeing Zi Chen showing off in front of Lin Xue like this, felt uncomfortable in their hearts and started to ridicule him.
Zi Chen took the No. 2 lottery and walked onto the battlefield amidst the ridicule of his male compatriots and the admiration of his female compatriots.
Wang Meng has been waiting here for a long time, his eyes are already cold.
"I didn't expect you to be so eager to die." Wang Meng said coldly.
Zi Chen responded indifferently, "It's not certain who will die. The kindness I gave you by throwing shit at me that day will be repaid tenfold today."
"Why?" Wang Meng said with a sneer: "Just rely on your useless third-rate combat skills. You think you will be great if you understand the true meaning. Let me tell you, third-rate combat skills are rubbish. Even if you understand the true meaning, , also rubbish.”
"I don't know if third-rate combat skills are rubbish, but I know that you are not even rubbish, because you are destined to lose today." Zi Chen responded.
"Haha." Wang Meng laughed, laughing angrily.
"Okay, it's time to fight." Beside the fighting stage, an elder referee stopped the bickering between the two.
"Let's fight, let's see who is the trash." Wang Meng sneered one last time, the sixth level of energy began to surge, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
With one wrong step, Flowing Cloud Step appeared, and at the same time, the Mountain Opening Palm fell with a fierce aura.
"That's not how Flowing Cloud Step is used." Zi Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with a little step of his feet, he dodged Wang Meng's blow like clouds and flowing water.
"Uh-huh."
One blow missed, Wang Meng changed his moves, and slashed down with the second move of Mountain Opening Palm. The strong wind roared, Zi Chen's white clothes began to dance, and his black hair danced wildly in the strong wind.
Zi Chen made another mistake with his foot, dodged twice in succession, and dodged again with a slight difference. At the same time, when Wang Meng's strength weakened, he punched.
"Roar."
With a roar of a tiger, the first and second moves of the third-rate Tiger Fist were already executed smoothly.
"Peng."
Amidst the dull sound, Zi Chen's figure swayed and took two steps back, while Wang Xiong took four steps back.
Such a result made the crowd into an uproar.
Along the way, Zi Chen has been unpopular, and the person who attracted the most boos was the one who made a statement during today's two battles. However, he never expected that his battle with Wang Meng would take over in an instant. Got the chance.
"Go to hell."
Discussions came from all around, and Wang Meng felt that he couldn't hold his face. With his second-rate combat skills and his level of Qi, it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't suppress Zi Chen. With a roar, the mountain-opening palm appeared again and roared to an end.
Under Zi Chen's feet, the Liuyun Step flashed continuously, as if it were moving clouds and flowing water. He understood its true essence. At this moment, he used all his strength, and it was even more mysterious than Miao Kong's footwork. He always avoided Wang Meng's attack with just a hair's breadth.
"This is the essence of Liuyunbu's true meaning, good boy, no wonder you were so cautious before hiding your clumsiness." On the high platform, the elders were finally no longer surprised, their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had discovered a new continent.
Among the combat skills, footwork is the most difficult to practice, and it is even harder to comprehend the true meaning. But what Zi Chen showed at this time is the essence of the true meaning, which has reached the limit of footwork.
"Peng."
Dull collision sounds continued on the battlefield, as Zi Chen and Wang Meng fought fiercely.
At this moment, everyone had to re-examine Zi Chen's strength.
Wang Xiong's face was extremely dark. Everything seemed to be going wrong today. There was Wu Sheng, and now there was Zi Chen.
There was still a faint smile on Su Mengyao's peerless face. The face of the core leader of Lingwu Sect is not very good-looking either. You must know that he did not understand the true meaning of footwork back then.
"This kid is really extraordinary." Miaokong said with a smile.
Lin Xue's beautiful eyes flashed next to her, and she nodded her head like a chicken eating rice.
"The fifth form of Kaishan Zhang."
The aura was surging, and Wang Meng had already unleashed his true fire, but Zi Chen was like a flexible fish, never confronting him head-on.
"The sixth form of Kaishan Palm."
"The Seventh Form of Kaishan Palm."
The fierce moves and the surging Qi were wildly rolled towards Zi Chen, but they were all resolved one by one.
There are nine moves in the Kaishan Palm, and the ninth move is the strongest move.
"Zi Chen, I don't believe you can block my strongest blow." Wang Meng's eyes were red, as if he was going crazy, and his voice became hysterical.
We were still competing for first place, but now we have difficulty even entering the top three.
In anger, Wang Meng performed the last move of the mountain-opening palm. He opened the mountain and replaced the sword with his palm. Wang Meng's aura suddenly became extremely sharp, like a mountain-climbing blade flashing with a cold light, and suddenly fell down with a sharp aura. .
A second-rate skill, the strongest blow. Unfortunately, Wang Meng did not fully understand the true meaning. This was just the strongest blow.
"I'll show you what a third-rate skill is."
Facing the strongest blow of the second-rate technique, Zi Chen sneered, and the aura around his body surged again. When he clenched his fists, Zi Chen's aura changed, as if he turned into a tiger.
At this moment, Zi Chen disappeared and was replaced by a fierce tiger.
The tiger came down the mountain, carrying the pressure of the king of the forest, and roared, shaking the forest. The king found the prey in his own territory, and stared at the prey with a pair of cold eyes.
Zi Chen's aura was changing, from a roaring king to a king about to attack, his eyes became sharp, and the energy aura around him became more concentrated.
"Is this the true essence of Tiger Fist?"
Whether it was the elders or the onlookers, their expressions changed after they felt Zi Chen's aura at this moment.
If Zi Chen had understood the essence of Liuyun Bu's footwork before, it was already rare and could be called an outstanding talent. Now, now that he has understood the true essence of Tiger Fist, he can only be said to be a genius, a genius among geniuses.
The essence of the true meaning is not something that just anyone can understand. At the beginning, Chen Feng only understood the true meaning of a set of exercises, but not the true meaning.
"Zi Chen's talent seems to be no weaker than Chen Feng's."
Some elders secretly thought to themselves, looking to the side, but found curiosity in the eyes of the first elder, and the face of the second elder was livid.
"Peng."
Under various emotions, the Tiger Fist and the Mountain Opening Palm touched each other, and with a dull sound, they swept around with a force of energy. The entire battle stage trembled, shook, and then the two figures separated. .
One of them suddenly retreated, and the other flew back from mid-air. At the same time, there was the sound of bones breaking in mid-air.
Naturally, Zi Chen was the one who retreated. This time, he retreated more than ten meters, barely reaching the edge of the battle platform, and then stabilized his figure. The energy and blood in his body was boiling, but he was not injured.
Wang Meng had already flown out of the fighting platform, his arms pulled down, and his arms seemed to have been broken, and he fell directly into the crowd, making a loud noise.
After a defeat, the victory was decided, and the scene was silent.
The third-rate combat skills used by the fifth level of Zhenqi actually defeated the second-rate combat skills promoted by the sixth level of Zhenqi. This is simply unbelievable, but this incredible thing happened just like that.
Under the stands, everyone's eyes changed. Even Wu Sheng, who used to be indifferent, had a serious look on his face.
They looked at Zi Chen with awe in their eyes. Many people even compare Zi Chen with Chen Feng.
"This talent is pretty good."
On the high platform, the Great Elder narrowed his eyes again and said calmly.
The second elder looked gloomy and said nothing, while the other elders nodded repeatedly.
Under everyone's awed gazes, Zi Chen walked off the fighting platform and walked towards Lin Xue and Miaokong.
"Thanks brother."
Miaokong looked at Zichen and said gratefully, Zichen defeated Wang Meng, so in the battle between fourth and fifth, Miaokong obviously won, and now Miaokong is fourth.
As for the top three, it was Lin Xue, Wu Sheng, and Zi Chen who were fighting.
"Not bad, Zi Chen. The fifth level of Qi defeats the sixth level. You have a great chance of entering the core." Lin Xue said with a playful smile.
Zi Chen smiled.
"This kid." The admiration in Su Mengyao's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the cold light in Chen Feng's eyes became more and more intense. The fifth level of Zhenqi can defeat the second-rate combat skills of the sixth layer of Zhenqi to understand the true meaning. This Zi Chen's talent has already matched the Chen Feng is on par.
This is a threat to Chen Feng.
And looking at the current situation, it seems certain that Zi Chen's talent will enter the core. If Wu Sheng's strength is the same as Wang Meng's, then Zi Chen will definitely win.
"I must kill him." Looking at his seriously injured brother next to him, Wang Xiong gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"Wang Xiong, be careful. Do you have the courage to kill a core disciple?" The inner disciple who had previously threatened to destroy Zi Chen said solemnly at this moment.
"He is not a core disciple yet, and there are still two battles to go." Wang Xiong said.
"If there is no accident, he is the core disciple. Let alone killing him, you should be more careful and don't let others take revenge. Zi Chen's talent is on par with Senior Brother Chen Feng." Others advised one after another.
"The third battle begins. Wu Sheng vs. Lin Xue"
The elders on the stage naturally don't care what happens in the audience and how they discuss it. After one battle, the second one will soon follow.
Wu Sheng versus Lin Xue.
