Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Lu Ming did not talk to Duanmu Yunyang much, turned and walked off the battle platform.

"Lu Ming, thank you!"

When Lu Ming returned to the Zhuqueyuan area, Liu Hui thanked Lu Ming with a fist.

"You don't have to thank me. I'm not just starting out for you. I just can't get used to the face of the Duanmu family. Moreover, the Duanmu family and I have already had hatred."

Lu Ming smiled.

"Look...not used to it?"

Liu Hui, as well as the other Suzakuin disciples on the side, were a little dazed.

Because of this reason, went up and abused Duanmu Yunchong?They felt that Lu Ming's thoughts could not be understood.

Next, the challenge continues.

The competition is very fierce, and everyone is fighting hard.

When the challenges are all over, it is already night.

Among the ten challengers, plus Lu Ming, a total of five challenged successfully, replacing five of the previous thirty.

By this time, the top 30 places in each compound have been born.

In total, only five people from Suzakuin entered the top 30.

As tragic as Suzakuin, there is only five people in Xuanwuyuan.

There are eight people in the Qinglong Academy, and the White Tiger Academy is the strongest, with 12 people.

It is worth mentioning that among the four newcomers who have received much attention this time, among them, Feng Xinglie has been eliminated, and Lu Ming has reached the top 30 with a dark horse.

As for the other two, the newcomer Wang Lingkong two years ago, and the newcomer Wang Duanmu Yunyang three years ago, naturally easily reached the top 30.

"Feng Xinglie is still too young, less than two years after entry, it is normal to be eliminated."

"Yes, but one year or even two years later, if Feng Lielie does not break through the realm of the great martial artist, then the battle of the bronze list is his world, and this is the normal speed."

"But Lu Ming?"

Everyone chatted about the sky, but coincidentally, they thought of a name, Lu Ming.

Lu Ming, who only started this year, has reached the top 30.

"Lu Ming? It's a pervert, it can't be calculated according to common sense."

Everyone can only comfort themselves for this reason.

Today's game is over, and the next day continues.

Lu Ming and Pang Shi and others returned to the dormitory.

One night without words, and the next morning, they returned to the location of Dabi.

"Now, the first thirty come up to draw lots!"

It was still presided over by the elder Yinpao yesterday.

As with yesterday's rules, fifteen people were randomly selected by the elder Yinpao, and then the names of the other fifteen people were selected by these fifteen people.

This time, Lu Ming's number was twelfth.

"Twelfth? It seems that I finally met a strong opponent."

Lu Ming's mouth glowed with anticipation.

To be honest, in the previous showdown, he did not show his full strength at all.

After registering, Lu Ming walked towards the seat.

"Lu Ming, what number did you draw?"

As soon as he returned, Muran asked eagerly.

Today, Mulan did not sit with her grandfather, but danced with the wind. Pang Shi and they crowded together. Naturally, their area was full of male disciples from Suzakurin.

"number twelve!"

Lu Ming smiled.

"Twelfth? Gu Qing at Qinglong Academy!"

Hearing the name, Feng Wu, Hua Chi and others changed their faces.

"Lu Ming, remember, as long as you do your best, even if you lose, you can gain something, it is worth it."

Mourin sighed.

"Well, Sister Muran, listen to your tone, as if I lost?"

Lu Ming was speechless.

"Why? Do you think you can win against Gu Qing?"

Mulan's eyes flashed, and he stared at the land.

"Even if you can't win, you can't cheer me up?"

Lu Ming did not answer directly, but instead asked a question, and then sat down, only at the corner of his mouth, but with a hint of inexplicable smile.

"This guy? What card was left?"

Muran stared at Lu Ming for a while, as if he wanted to see through his secret.

"The first competition officially started, Pu Si Chong on the 19th, volley on the 15th."

Elder Yinpao announced.

With the announcement of the elder Yinpao, the audience immediately boiled.

"The volley came out, and actually rushed against Pu Si, a strong showdown, some watched this scene."

"Strong duel, I don't think it's necessary. Volley hasn't shot in half a year. Now how strong he is, no one knows, but there is no doubt that this time, Volley is definitely hopeful to rush into the top ten, even the top six. Not impossible."

"Yeah, the newcomer king two years ago is coming to his time."

The two young figures boarded the battlefield under the attention of the audience.

Ling Kong is a bald young man, 17 or 18 years old. His muscles bulge and he is full of explosive power. He carries an iron rod on his back, and his eyes are like a beast.

This is the volley, the newcomer king two years ago, the peerless genius of Baihuyuan, but he is not a member of the Duanmu family.

Opposite Ling Kong, a handsome young man named Pu Sichong. Before that, he was ranked 19th in the bronze list, and he was definitely a master.

But at this time, Pu Sihong's face was very dignified.

"Pushong, I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat, you are not my opponent."

Ling Kong grinned.

His speech is arrogant, but in fact, no one thinks he is arrogant, just thinks that Ling Kong said this for granted, because he has this strength.

Pu Sihong flashed his eyes, revealing a firm look, and said: "Ling Kong, if you want me to admit defeat, it depends on whether you have this skill."

"Oh? Since you insist on fighting, you have to be prepared for injury. Sometimes, I can't control it myself."

Ling Kong grinned, revealing a fierce smile.

"Then take the trick!"

bump!

As soon as Ling Kong's words fell, his eyes gleamed fiercely, like a monster, quickly rushing towards Pu Si.

...

The sharp claws cover Pu Si's whole body.

Pu Si punched the long sword out of the sheath, and the sword rose into the sky, slashing into the sky.

boom!boom!

Volley's claws collided with Pu Sihong sword, both disappeared.

"A little skill, but that's it, let's finish!"

The cold voice of volley came out, the body was full of fierce air, like a humanoid monster, pulled out the iron rod behind, and slammed it toward Pu Si.

This stick was shocking and full of momentum.

Pu Sichong erupted all his strength, and it was also difficult to resist. He was directly smashed for tens of meters, trembling all over, and spitting blood in his mouth.

If you lose, two moves will fail. In fact, you will lose one move.

Pu Sichong's strength and volley are very different.

"Volley's strength is too strong, there is absolutely no problem in the top ten."

"This time, the top ten will definitely change."

...

In the grandstand, Lu Ming felt a move in his heart. This volley was really powerful. He could not see the depth.

"This is interesting!"

Later, Lu Ming's eyes showed a hint of war.

"Volley wins, next game, 17th to 2nd!"

Elder Yinpao announced.

(End of this chapter)