The Portal of Wonderland

After one column of fragrance time, although a large crowd gathered around the ten rings, none of the new disciples came forward to challenge them, and the original bustling noise gradually calmed down.

Shi Mu is a little dumb.

He had just seen a lot of new disciples rubbing their hands with friction fists, his eyes flashing with a desire to try, should all be waiting for the first person daring to challenge the old disciple, so as to guide him to the front car.

When Ishima retracted her gaze, she suddenly noticed that the white stone and Xiaoming around her face were a little nervous, her heart moved and she was about to say something, but there was a sound in her ear:

“Rookie, listen up, nobody has challenged you in half an hour, so today's competition will be over sooner! ”

A sleepy, white-haired old man appeared on a high platform near the black tablet ranked C disciple, with a gourd in his hand, lazy in a purple vine seat, he said.

The old man did not have a loud voice, but rolled back and forth over the square like a thunder from a clear sky, so that everyone could hear everything in the place.

The voice just came down, the whole scene boiled again, there were new disciples talking, more were old disciples laughing, different feet.

“I got it!”

A bang came from a ring not far from Ishima.

A figure in the crowd with two hands, like a big bird, stood up, turned in the air, and then steadily landed in the center of the ring.

“I, Kangyong Shimo, would like to challenge the 132nd Jing Cold Brother in the leaderboard!” The figure beckons as a referee's Class B disciple on the stage.

One hundred and thirteen hundred and forty-two can be considered the last of the old disciples. All the people under the stage felt it. At the turn of the day, the noise of the discussion became loud again.

At first glance, Shi Lian Ding's eyebrows were flying, his eyes were bright, and his appearance was full of explosive power. At first glance, he was not worthless.

“Kang Yong? The name is a little familiar. ”

Soon he remembered that he was ranked twelfth among the new disciples yesterday, masterful of a boxing technique called "Gun 9", not only punched like a wind, but also instantly explosive.

“Is the well cold okay? Come to war! No three voices, consider it an abstention!” The Class B disciple in front of Kang Yong measured him slightly and immediately shouted loudly below.

The voice just fell, a young man with a fierce face jumped out of the crowd, turned a heel in mid-air, steadily stood in front of Kang Yong, his body was obviously shorter than the other side, and his face looked at Kang Yong badly.

“Kang Yong asked Brother to point out!” Kang Yong, who had a sharp appearance, was not weak, but was swept away by the other party's eyes. He didn't get a little cold from his spine, but then his chest swept up in the archway.

“Where's all the bullshit? Let's do it!” The fierce young man glanced at him and said fiercely.

Kang Yong said that his face was full of blood, his feet were slightly beaten and his figure flashed. He had actually reached behind the murderous young man. His right hand was bright and a blue fist had been blown out.

The colour of contempt in the eyes of the youth flashed away, and as soon as the figure turned, the two had come into contact, and the light of the two colors of blue and red flashed away.

“Psst!”

With a murmur, Kang Yong flew out like a broken kite. He was not caught until outside the ring stage, but by now he had fainted gray, obviously not badly hurt.

The murderous young man clapped his hands and walked off the stage if nothing had happened.

The new disciples went off for a while.

Most of them didn't even see what had just happened. There were still a few lucky ones, and the thought was completely extinguished at this moment.

Ishima's complexion became gloomy.

Even though he stood a little further, the scene he had just seen was incredible.

Kang Yong did move quickly, his fist was caught up by Jing Cold soon, but the other party's true qi was much deeper. Under the fierce fire attribute of the other party, he was directly shocked out.

After the murderous youth went down, Yu Weiyu was there, and the scene was cold again, and no one came to power for a while.

Shortly before Shi Mu was only a scene from the aftertaste, Baishi flew to the stage with a long laugh. He challenged the ranking of 1341 Chunpeng.

Soon, a black teenager with a common face appeared in front of him, and after a week of walking with each other, the competition officially began.

As soon as the white stone came up, he took a fierce offensive, but saw his arms swell, the heavenly fist shadow bombarded the young man in black, the fist storm sounded, hidden as a large red light erupted, the burning smell immediately spread, so that the people close to the stage felt the hot air pouring out of the formation.

Ishima's eyes flashed.

With the addition of Baishi to the Royal Palace of the Spirit, the real qi in the body has been enhanced a lot. By the time Yang Gong has reached a higher level, the flaming fist has a clear red light and is also very refined.

The young man in black on the ring was calm in his face and still in the same shape. As soon as his right hand was raised, he hallucinated the pale blue palm of the sky, completely sealing the white stone offense.

White stone's face sparkled with a different color, his arms thickened once more, and the heavenly boxing shadow rose again by three inches, like a fiery gas group instantly covered the black-clothed teenager.

That's when the black-clothed boy finally moved!

But when he saw his figure turned in place, a strange blue cyclone rose in the sky and immediately burst out a gap in the surrounding fist shadow, while his figure swung, turning into three black shadows towards the white stone.

White stone only felt a flower in front of him, the black-clothed teenager had arrived in front of himself, shocked, both hands instinctively to the chest to cover the chest of the major harm, a strong Yu gold iron blue Mongolian hand printed.

“Boom!” loud sound.

Mountain Potential Surging!

White Stone felt his arms flat and immediately opened the door wide.

The black shadow flashed beneath the young man in black. His right leg, like a long gun, was pinned to the chest of the white stone. He threw up, and the white stone shook his body and immediately flew out like a broken sack.

Under the ring, Xiao Ming, although horrified in his heart, immediately jumped in shape, followed by white stone in the middle of the air, powerful force made him fall three steps back after landing before completely dissolving.

It's a long story, but it's just a short moment.

Most of the new disciples saw white stone just rushed up in the sky boxing shadow. The young man in black quickly flashed, and white stone was kicked off with one foot. He couldn't help but be shocked and scared, and his head snapped up.

Baishi sat on his knees under Xiao Ming's grasp and closed his eyes for a moment before his face gradually recovered to normal.

“Brother Bai, are you all right? ”

Shi Lian also slowly came over and looked at the striking footprints on the white stone chest and asked heavily.

White stone opened his eyes and shook his head with a bitter smile.

At this point, Shi Mu's eyes captured a familiar figure, and it seemed that White Stone and Xiao Ming also found something, the three of them looking somewhere at the same time.

Turns out on another ring outside a dozen husbands, Blue Phoenix has chosen an opponent, standing opposite her, a beautiful woman in a pink dress.