The Portal of Wonderland

Ishima's eyes flashed and her body leaned forward, wanting to fly after her.

At this moment, the figure in front of him flashed, and the grey-robed old man appeared in a ghost appearance, blocking his way.

“The wins and losses have been scored and there is no need to do it again.” The old grey-robed man looked at Shi Lian and said slowly.

Shi Mu smiled slightly, his arms shook the chain, the meteor hammer flied back and was held in his hand by one of them.

The old man in the grey robe looked deeply at the "Meteor Hammer” in the hand of the stone pastor, his eyes twitched, immediately squatted down, took out a green charm and affixed it to the chest of a thousand miles.

A layer of green light flashed and covered his chest wound. The painful colour slowly subsided on his face for a thousand miles, leading him into a coma.

The grey-robed old man waved his hand and a white light flew into a stone column near the ring.

The white junction around the ring flashed and dissipated.

“Winner, Ishima!” The grey-robed old man pronounced in a loud voice.

Under the stage at this time, the silence, people stared, until after hearing the announcement, this reacted, and then shocked.

Under the black stone tablet, Morning's face was ugly and hidden somewhat awkward.

He had just made a thousand miles of winning predictions, and it never occurred to him that the man had been defeated by Shi Liam just by a single move, undoubtedly slapping him in the face.

The White Water Show glanced at Morning with a slight irony in his eyes.

The money bear frowned firmly and looked at the meteor hammer in the hands of the stone herders, with no more contempt in his eyes.

Thousands of miles of severely injured coma were soon lifted down by several miscellaneous disciples. Yesterday, he also defeated the strong enemy with astonishing strength. He stood proudly on the stage and enjoyed the glory of all eyes. He was afraid he would not expect to leave the stage in this way on the second day.

The people near the ring stage looked at the unconscious section with some pity, and then their eyes focused on the stone pasture.

Above the high platform near the ring, the Black Demon Sect's ruler and other high levels are also shocked.

Kim Xiaochai looked at Shi Lian and her eyes flashed with color, not knowing what to think.

“Silence! Class B disciple rankings are all over. The top 10 disciples of Class B came forward, and the next step was to challenge 10 disciples of Class A!” The old man in the grey robe stood on the ring and said.

His voice had just fallen, and the ravens were silent near the originally noisy platform.

In the eyes of the disciples, the remaining nine top ten disciples of Class B came out of the crowd.

Shi Mu also walked down the ring at this moment and stood to the far left of the nine.

“Congratulations, Brother Shi, on winning level B first! ”

“Brother is amazing! ”

Nine people either nodded or showed their good looks to Shi Lian.

Shi Lian was not proud, nodded at the nine men and did not speak.

Then, he looked seriously and looked at ten Class A true disciples not far away.

He swept back and forth on ten people and finally looked at Morning.

Morning immediately felt Shi Mu's gaze and looked over.

The eyes of the two men collided, the air fluctuated sharply, Morning's eyes slightly tingled, heart trembled, the corner of the eye trembled for a moment.

The stone pasture opposite did not move at all, and a curve was drawn in the corner of the mouth.

Morning's heart was furious, his eyes closed, and a hint of cold flashed in his eyes.

“Each Class B disciple has only one opportunity to challenge, as required. The opposing party shall not kill anyone, whether they live or die in battle, but if one of them is unable to fight again on the ground or openly admits to losing.” The old man in the grey robe looked plain and said.

“Yes.”

Ishima et al. and ten first-level disciples answered in unison.

“Okay, the challenge begins now!” The grey-robed old man nodded and announced in a loud voice.

The ordinary disciple near the ring buzzed again to discuss, revealing his excitement, guessing who would be the first to challenge him.

Every year, the rankings among the last disciples of Class A rarely change, and sometimes nobody even challenges them. If it's great, it's definitely not the top 10 challenges of Class B in this link.

Although the success rate of the challenge is not high, every battle is brilliant and full of blessings for all.

After all, this is a test among the best of the Houtian Warriors, which will have indescribable advantages for the future cultivation of these Houtian disciples.

The voice of the old man in the grey robe had just fallen. A skinny young man, of the ten disciples in Class B, walked out, and a dark red spear in his hand had a hidden rubic circulation on its surface. It was, of course, a fairy instrument of good grades.

“At Shimo Mei Amu, I want to challenge Brother Jo Zhiqiao, ranked ninth.” The outburst youth said.

Ishima's eyes slightly swept away. This outburst youth ranked fifth among the class B disciples. The breath was steady and not far from the day after tomorrow. At the same time, his eyes were slightly dark red, which seemed to be the reason for bearing some kind of blood.

His challenging Joe Zhi, a short, strong man with long arms, could almost touch his knees by his side, and his hands were surprisingly large, like a puffin, obviously practicing some kind of boxing technique.

Ishimaki's eyes turned around on Joe Zhi's body, revealing a smile on his face and closing his eyes.

Zhao Zhi heard that someone had challenged him, and there was no bullshit, his figure shook, and Huang Shadow jumped to the ring, turning to look at the turbulent youth, the corner of his mouth revealed a slight smile.

The outburst youth saw Joe's figure so swiftly and his face suddenly subsided.

The reason he challenged Joe Zhi was because he saw his short body and wanted to win with speed, and now he seems to have misplaced the Abacus.

But when it was over, he couldn't retreat, and he jumped to the ring once he bit his teeth.

“Begin!”

The old grey-robed man shouted and opened the forbidden junction around the ring.

The young man's feet stamped suddenly on the ring stage, his body flew out like an arrow off a string, and the long dark red gun in his hand quickly made a few connections.

The cold light flashed, the gun body was lit, and the head of the gun suddenly hallucinated several dark red gun flowers, facing Joe Zhi down.

Qiao Zhi's face revealed a slight smile, a low drink, a crackling in his body, his body paused for a full foot, his arms changed, a green line emerged, and his palms almost doubled.

At the same time, sometime, his hands each appeared with a black boxing bracelet that emitted a glow of unseen metal.

“Huh," Zhao Zhi directly bombarded out, carrying a huge fist, the whole range of air was driven up.

A loud sound of metal crossing, dark red gun flowers instantly broke apart, the youth body slipped a few steps backwards, face a flush.

Zhao Zhi was impassioned, his body turned into a yellow shadow, and he pounced up.

Hoo-hoo! Both hands burst out simultaneously, and two waves of powerful and powerful surged out.

The young man's face changed dramatically, his hands folded, and the long dark red gun instantly turned into two short guns.

One loud drink, two poles turned into two dark red walking dragons, dancing around the body.

Two loud bangs!

Without knowing how Joe Zhi moved, the young man's body flied out again, and two dark red roving dragons instantly broke apart, and two short guns were shocked out.

His tiger's mouth split open, his body heavily hit the junction, and he fell to the ground, spraying a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

“I… I lose! ”

The outburst youth looked at Joe Zhi, who was rushing toward him, showing fear in his face and shouting out loud before he had climbed up.

His voice had just fallen, a blue and black fist was only half a foot from his head and suddenly stopped.

Zhao Zhi sneered and retracted his fist.

Thunderbolt!

As soon as the forbidden junction near the ring stage flashed, it dissipated and the youth burst into shame, picking up two truncated guns and jumping off the ring stage.

Qiao Zhi similarly jumped off the ring and walked back to his place and stood still. His eyes swept over the face of the disciple in the first place.

Seeing the victory of Qiao Zhi so clean, the power gap between the two is obvious, the top ten disciples in level B face changed, looked at each other a few times, no one for a moment continued to challenge forward.

A moment later, a young man in a white robe with a back sword slowly came out.

“Shimoyue Zheng wants to challenge Xu Ling, ranked No. 10 in Class A.” The young man in the white robe looked flashing and said.

Everyone under the ring spoke softly. This Yue is exactly who ranked B only under Shi Liang, but very conservatively challenged the 10th.

The first disciple finally walked out of a woman in red with a cold look and a fire-red sword hanging from her waist.

“You've got a lot of nerve trying to challenge me. ”

The two men stood on the stage, coldly said the woman in red, suddenly emitting a powerful breath, full of fiery heat, pressing towards the young man in white robe.

The complexion of the young man in the white robe slightly changed, then took a deep breath, his expression calmed down, turned his hands and pulled out the snow and white sword on his back, a cold and cold spread out, opposed to the heat of the opposite.

The woman in red frowned and revealed a little surprise in her eyes.

They both shouted in a low voice and came out in a simultaneous * * * shape.

Both men were quick, using long swords, and a sword appeared and attacked each other in the past.

pēng pēng pēng pēng!

A series of long swords intersect sounds, hidden and sparkling Mars.

Both of them were maximized. The gradually diffuse sword shadow submerged the body of both of them. All they could see under the stage was a white shadow and a red shadow rolling around quickly on the field. There appeared a sharp sword shadow around them. From time to time, they interacted with Mars, and at the same time made a dense collision of iron like rain point.

Just at this moment, a cold snorted out.

The red shadow suddenly magnified and looked like a huge flame. Three large blade shadows emerged from the flame * * * and were continuously cut over the white shadow.

The white figure immediately split out like a leather ball, a scream, the white shadow instantly dissipated, revealing the figure of the young man in the white robe.

A huge wound over his shoulder, swollen with blood, hidden to see the white bone inside, sword-held right hand softly dropped to his side, face incredible.

The red shadow across the street also dissipated, revealing a woman in red with a slightly pale complexion.

“If you still want to fight, I can accompany you.” The woman in red laughed coldly, and the red sword lit a flaming red light on her hand.

“No need, Sister is powerful, but she has cultivated the Flame Spectroscope Sword Method to the great realm of completeness, and is now admitting defeat!” White robe youth simply admit defeat.

Two consecutive Class B losers, one of whom was ranked second, silenced all Class B disciples.

Nearly a fragrance of time has passed and no one has challenged them.

“According to Big Big Big Big Big Big Big Big, if no one else is challenged, then all B disciples will give up and go straight to the back of the game.” Just when the people under the stage were somewhat impatient, the old man in the grey robe opened his eyes and inadvertently glanced at Ishima, who seemed to be closing his eyes to support the gods.

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