Li Qingyun's unexpected move to destroy the enemy naturally attracted everyone's attention. In an instant, everyone else stopped hiding.
"Open Mountain Palm."
Wang Meng shouted loudly, and a sharp aura emanated from the mountain around him. He raised his palm high like a sharp blade and slashed forward fiercely.
"Bang."
One blow determines the outcome.
"Star Exploding Punch."
A violent aura suddenly emerged from Jin Ke's body, and his whole person was like a ball of fire that could explode at any time. His entire fist was emitting white light and collided with the opponent's fist.
"Click."
The sound of broken bones was heard instantly, and Jin Ke's opponent flew backwards, arms flexed.
"Thousand Illusion Palms." Layers of palm shadows appeared in the sky, some real and some illusory. Hundreds of palm prints fell overwhelmingly. Qingxue's blow also knocked the opponent out of the competition stage. "
Unexpectedly, this time the assessment of the foreign disciples was still a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. "Chen Feng said lightly, not sure if it was admiration or sarcasm.
The second round of fighting began again, and Li Qingyun's opponent was Wang Zihao.
"Hey, Li Qingyun, you didn't expect it, you finally fell into my hands." Looking at Li Qingyun in front of him, Wang Zihao laughed, his fists clenched, and his joints made a snapping sound.
"Didn't you expect it?" Li Qingyun said lightly: "But now that we have met, I will naturally not forget my promise."
"Promise, what promise?" Wang Zihao was stunned.
"I just beat you so much that you don't even know your mother." Li Qingyun said. "Good boy." Wang Zihao remembered the day when he threw excrement and laughed angrily, "I will also keep my promise and beat your head into a pig's head."
A low-level martial arts skill at the Xuan level, Iron Fist.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zihao waved a pair of iron fists and struck Li Qingyun hard with a roar of wind.
Li Qingyun didn't waste any time, he directly displayed the Dragon Soul Body, activated the Glimpse of Shadow Art, and the Dragon Soul Body full of explosive beauty came forward. The Iron Fist was like an iron hammer, roaring with strong wind, hitting Li Qingyun directly in the face, but the dark energy wave spread, and Li Qingyun's fist also arrived in front of the Iron Fist.
"Bang!"
The fists collided with each other, making a dull sound.
Under the powerful physique, Li Qingsong's figure only swayed slightly and remained motionless. On the other hand, Wang Zihao felt a surge of force coming out of Li Qingyun's fist. His figure could not help but fall back.
"Click rub rub."
He took more than ten steps back in the blink of an eye, and the energy and blood in his body kept churning. When he took the last step back, he couldn't help but vomit blood.
"you......"
Li Qingyun's power made Wang Zihao's face change drastically. In addition to the physical strength of Li Qingyun, Li Qingyun seemed to have another force in his body, otherwise he would not have been defeated in one blow.
"Uh-huh."
A white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Wang Zihao saw Li Qingyun in front of him, followed by a pair of extremely fast fists, hitting him like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Wang Zihao waved his iron fist and resisted repeatedly, but the speed of his punches could not keep up with Li Qingyun, and every punch of Li Qingyun was very heavy.
Finally, there was a punch that broke through the iron fist and landed on Wang Zihao's face. After a banging sound, one of Wang Zihao's eye circles instantly turned black.
Every time there was a punch, there was a second punch. The wind passed by the punch made Wang Zihao retreat continuously. After punching several times in a row, his face turned pale. The force of Li Qingyun's punch was very heavy. It really landed on Wang Zihao's face. It wasn't heavy, but the swollen face was not a problem at all.
"Look, where is Li Qingyun."
Shouts rang out from the crowd, and people who were watching other battles inadvertently saw the battle on Li Qingyun's side, and then screamed in surprise.
Wang Zihao's strength was achieved with a pair of iron fists. He was absolutely powerful, but as soon as he faced him, he was knocked back by Li Qingyun, and then he was beaten by Li Qingyun, who was unable to fight back.
"This boy is not simple."
Being able to defeat Wang Zihao, there is no doubt about Li Qingyun's strength. There was a lot of exclamation outside the stadium, and on the high platform, a group of elders were also very surprised. Several elders glanced at Li Qingyun unexpectedly, and then looked at the battle in another direction, where Jin Ke was fighting.
Along the way, several elders were staring at Jin Ke, seeming to be very concerned about this mysterious disciple.
"That's not necessarily the case." The great elder, with the old god present, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "There was a period of disciple selection where there were more geniuses than this, but one person suppressed them, making them look dull." The other elders turned their heads. , looked at the great elder. Suddenly an elder's eyes lit up and he said, "Great Elder, are you talking about...?"
"Yes, it was Chen Feng's generation." The great elder had a hint of admiration in his eyes, "In that generation, Chen Feng mastered a complete set of low-grade martial arts, and swept through the young disciples of that generation with a tyrannical attitude, and was valued by the palace master. , accepted as a core disciple."
Some elders saw that battle with their own eyes, and some only heard about it, but when they heard what the great elder said today, the expressions of those who had not seen it with their own eyes changed slightly. Such talent was much higher than them. Chen Feng is the number one core disciple of Yuanyang Mansion. In addition, he is also the most talented person in Yuanyang Mansion. In Yuanyang Mansion, only the most talented person can inherit the position of the next generation of palace master.
After a fierce battle, the winner of the battle on the field has been decided. Li Qingyun won, and Li Qingyun also kept his promise and beat Wang Zihao's head into two big ones, which turned into a pig's head and was beaten so hard that his mother could not recognize him.
"You support me (you wait)...!" Before leaving, Wang Zihao said harshly, holding a pig's head on his head. However, because of his big face and swollen mouth, he couldn't speak clearly. He said harsh words. It became hilarious.
Li Qingyun's attack was not serious, and Wang Zihao only had a skin injury, not his brain or bones. The swelling will subside after a few days of rest, and it will not affect the subsequent battle.
The next battle was for the bottom five. Wang Zihao was holding a pig's head on his head, swinging his iron fist repeatedly, defeating two people, and beating the other two into pig heads, thus ranking sixth.
After winning, he waved his iron fists and showed off to Li Qingyun, but after seeing Li Qingyun's faint smile, he even shrugged.
The places for the bottom five have already been announced, followed by the top five. Compared to the latter, the former is just an appetizer, and the real exciting part has just begun.
