Invincible Conqueror

"Now, please come forward to draw lots for the first grade!" Vice President Xiong Chu stood up on the podium and said.

Huang Xiaolong and Lu Kai stepped forward to draw lots in accordance with Yan.

Huang Xiaolong drew the number four.

Number 4 means that Huang Xiaolong’s opponent is the first in Class Four, a young man named Yang Mingwei. This Yang Mingwei is seventeen years old, eight years earlier than Huang Xiaolong in the academy, and he has reached the late sixth stage.

Late stage six!

Li Lu couldn't help but change his face when he saw that Huang Xiaolong got the number four.

"Xiaolong, wait a minute, or are you still?" Li Lu looked worried, not knowing how to speak.

"It's okay!" Huang Xiaolong smiled upon hearing the words, he knew what Li Lu wanted to say.

After Huang Xiaolong finished speaking, he gave Li Lu a relieved look, and then slowly stepped onto the stage with Yang Mingwei.

When they came to the stage, Huang Xiaolong stood still.

Yang Mingwei has very white skin and looks handsome. He looked at Huang Xiaolong and smiled: "Isn’t Huang Xiaolong? I didn’t expect that my first opponent would be you. I heard that yesterday, even Jiang Teng who broke through Tier 5 was killed by you. The palm is almost scrapped! But you are not my opponent now, you should take the initiative to give in."

"Really." Huang Xiaolong's expression was indifferent, but he could see that Yang Mingwei didn't mean to ridicule. It was his "kindness" to persuade himself to surrender.

"Let's do it." Huang Xiaolong stared at the opponent, and continued.

Yang Mingwei was startled, and then shook his head: "Since you still don't give up, well, I'm taking action now, you have to be careful!" After speaking, the whole body's fighting strength was released, and his figure flashed, and he had come to Huang Xiaolong with a punch To Huang Xiaolong's chest.

Upon seeing this, Huang Xiaolong raised his hand with an Arhat fist to greet him.

"Boom!" With a sound, Yang Mingwei's body shook, and he took a few steps back before stabilizing.

Everyone was in a daze.

"You, Tier 6? How could it be?!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong incredulously, letting go of the right arm that he had just hit with Huang Xiaolong, his right arm trembled slightly, and he felt numb.

After everyone stayed, they sucked in a cold breath, and there was a frantic commotion.

"This Huang Xiaolong, he actually reached the sixth rank! How old is he?!"

"Even Yang Mingwei was shocked by him!"

"This is so enchanting and terrifying!"

Even on the rostrum, King Lu Zhe, Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu and others were shocked and couldn't believe it, especially Sun Zhang. Xiong Chu's eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and his expression was extremely exaggerated.

Yesterday, Huang Xiaolong defeated Jiang Teng in the square, which shocked both Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu. However, in the eyes of both of them, Huang Xiaolong was also at the late stage of the fifth stage and the peak of the latter stage. Now, even the late Yang Mingwei of the sixth stage has been Huang Xiaolong fisted back!

What is this concept?!

After the shock, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu both trembled all over, extremely excited, they even had the urge to rush to Huang Xiaolong and hug Huang Xiaolong.

When everyone was shocked, Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang Mingwei and said, "You should use all your strength." Huang Xiaolong could see that Yang Mingwei didn't use all his strength just now, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to shake him back so easily.

Yang Mingwei stared at Huang Xiaolong, his previous contempt was completely gone, replaced by dignity, just a blow, let him know that Huang Xiaolong has enough strength to be his opponent.

"Okay, I will take back what I said earlier." Yang Mingwei said: "You are qualified to be my opponent, Huang Xiaolong, I will use all my strength to fight him, and I hope you can use all your strength to fight me. !"

After Yang Mingwei finished speaking, the light all over his body rose, and a man appeared behind him, a giant wearing a scarlet armor and sitting there cross-legged!

This is Yang Mingwei's Wuhun!

A person!

To be precise, it is an ancient race!

Yang Mingwei's Wuhun is an ancient race called Fudo Mingwang. According to legend, many races were abandoned by the gods in ancient times, and Fudo Mingwang is one of them.

Racial martial souls are also a kind of martial souls, and generally speaking, racial martial souls are high-level martial souls.

Fudo Ming Wang like Yang Mingwei is a top ten martial soul.

Of course, there are fourteen classes in the first grade, and each class is the first. Generally, those who have first-class or top ten martial spirits, it is impossible to win the first class without such talent.

Yang Mingwei summoned the Wuhun Fudo Ming Wang, a golden circle suddenly appeared behind him, his figure flashed, and he slammed into Huang Xiaolong with a punch.

Huang Xiaolong's figure flashed, and then he blasted out with a fist.

The vindictiveness was violent, and the airflow rolled.

This time, Yang Mingwei was still taken a few steps back by Huang Xiaolong.

When everyone saw this, they were shocked again.

Those who possess the Wudong King's martial arts spirit, summoning the Fudo King, both their physical strength and defense are half stronger than those of the same rank, but Huang Xiaolong can still retreat. Isn’t Huang Xiaolong’s physical strength better than Yang Mingwei’s Even stronger?!Moreover, Huang Xiaolong still hasn't summoned Wuhun out.

Huang Xiaolong shook Yang Mingwei back again with a fist, his figure flickered, and he came to the opponent's body, and stamped his palm onto the opponent's chest.

"Fucking King Golden Circle!" Just when Huang Xiaolong's palm prints hit Yang Mingwei's chest, Yang Mingwei's eyes flashed with golden light, and the golden circle behind him suddenly rose, and it continued to rotate around his whole body, forming a defensive circle. Huang Xiaolong's palm prints Hitting the golden circle is like hitting the iron wall.

"You can't break my defense!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong and said, "Only the seventh rank can break my Immovable King Golden Circle!"

Fudo King Golden Circle!

This is Yang Ming's natal soul ability after the transformation of his mighty martial soul.

Yang Mingwei confronted the enemy, after using the Fudo Ming King Golden Circle, with his current strength, only Tier 7 could break his defense.

"Can't break it?" Huang Xiaolong's face was indifferent: "Not necessarily!" After finishing speaking, the palm printed on Yang Mingwei's chest suddenly pressed forward, and a feminine force that might have flowed into Yang Mingwei's body through the immovable golden circle. .

Yang Mingwei's eyes widened, his body shook, and he backed back again and again until he reached the edge of the stage before stabilizing, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

When everyone on stage saw this, there was an uproar.

"You, what kind of fighting skill is this, it can break my Immovable King Golden Circle!" Yang Mingwei said in disbelief.

This is the scary thing about the palms, even if they are separated by two walls, they can knock the opponent into the air, and the walls are nothing.

Huang Xiaolong didn't answer, his figure flashed again, came in front of the opponent, and shot again with a palm. Yang Mingwei was shocked. When he was about to dodge, he was slapped by Huang Xiaolong's palm.

Yang Mingwei lost!

Everyone looked at Yang Mingwei who fell down from the stage, and there was no response for a long time. After a while, there was an uproar, and Yang Mingwei lost!And Huang Xiaolong won so easily, even Wuhun did not call out.