Thunder Martial

The next morning, the golden sun spilled over yesterday's square, which was rendered golden.

Fighting today will determine victory and defeat, and whoever can become a core disciple will be revealed today.

In the early morning, many people gathered here, besides many external disciples, a number of internal disciples came to see who was the lucky one today.

At the same time, there are some Inner Sect disciples, betting on their contribution points.

Yesterday's green clothes, changed to today's white clothes, twenty white inner disciples, appeared successively.

The first person to arrive here was Wang Meng. As soon as he attacked Wang Meng in white, he appeared very spiritual. When he appeared, he attracted many cheers.

Most of them, of course, are female disciples.

After that, Wu Sheng, this nameless boy, yesterday's World War I, also accumulated a lot of popularity, some people cheered.

Immediately followed by the sky, the little eyes, the usual look, ignored by all.

After the wonderful sky, it was purple, as soon as he attacked the purple of white clothes, he looked handsome and handsome, but his popularity was not high, and he didn't have a voice.

Shortly after his appearance, a deafening shout was heard in the square.

“That's him, Purple, the lucky bastard who took the shit out of him. ”

“That's him. ”

Shh sounds like waves, waves and waves, continuous, no pause.

“Looks like you're a lot worse than me.” Sky turns around and jokes.

Purple helplessly spread out his hands, not paying any attention to those shrieks. Because today, he's going to show his strongest strength, and he's going to fight first.

This is the ultimate goal of Zixuan.

The first battle was won and lost, and today's results did not need to be concealed. Yesterday's concealment was also due to fear that someone would feel threatened and strike at themselves at night.

After the shriek, it was a cheer for a while. The sound was not weaker than the shriek. It was also better than the shriek. Lin Xue came out behind the purple peak and was popular.

Immediately after that, the remaining dozen people, including Ko Xuexue, a strong young man, actually hit the top 20 with a set of iron fists, and it was amazing.

“Very well.” The elder stood on the high stage, dressed in a big red robe, speaking again, "I saw the future of Lingwuzong when I saw you. Lingwuzong was wonderful because of you, fight, inspire your potential, let us old men see your most real standards. ”

The crowd boiled. Twenty young teenagers, all excited, had fanaticism and war in their eyes, including purple, and today he was going to show his hands and move into the core, becoming a core disciple.

Today in the First World War, he wanted to shock and shock everyone.

“Well, I see you're all ready. Let the battle begin.” Great Elder's Road.

Yesterday, the battle list was drawn up. The name of Lu Ben, an 18-year-old young man who fought Purple, used a third-rate warfare technique, a windbreaker.

Just like Lin Ying.

It's just that Lu Ben is stronger and has almost touched his intentions.

Twenty men, divided into ten battle places, began the battle instantly.

Off the field, Su Mengyao still appeared today, but in the first battle, she did not go to see Lin Xue, but looked at Purple.

“Not knowing exactly what his potential was, yesterday was awkward, and today it is prudent to think that it is necessary to show it completely.” Su Mengyao's heart secretly said, in a pair of beautiful eyes, there seems to be a curiosity.

Next to him, Chen Feng noticed any change in Su Mengyao's expression. His eyes looked at the purple, and a cold light flashed in the bottom of his eyes that was not easily perceived.

At the same time, yesterday, those who perceived purple hiding awkwardness also stared at purple, as did Wang Xiong and others to deal with purple inner disciples.

“Zijuan, you ran into me, Luben. Good luck is over.” The long knife sheathed, emitting a compelling cold light, Lu Ben laughed at the purple.

“Your strength is good, you are expected to enter the top ten, but unfortunately, you have met me.” Purple said calmly.

“Shamelessly, purple, you can admit you lost now, or else you'll be hurt under my knife, don't blame me for not reminding you.” Lu Ben was furious, and the knife in his hand had begun to dance.

“Lu Ben, teach Purple a lesson. ”

“That is, make sure this lucky bastard takes a look at your strength. ”

“Tell him that luck is ultimately luck and cannot be compared to strength. ”

The inner disciple who was fortunate enough to have been defeated yesterday began shouting outside today.

“Fight, you have one shot.” Purple remains calm, looking down at the faint words of the landing.

“Well, let me see if you can block my shot.” Lu Ben snorted coldly, the blade flashed suddenly, and waved toward the purple. Between the blades flashed, Lu Ben had cut out more than a dozen knives, like a dense blade net, toward the purple cover.

“Without a grasp of the truth, your knife flashes everywhere for me.” Looking at the dense knife net, he shook his head purple, his eyes filled with disdain, only to see his foot wrong, to avoid the most dense attack of the knife net by a millimeter difference, while, at the same time, his fists clenched, a roar of a tiger appeared.

Fierce tiger descends the mountain.

A fierce punch, through a dense knife net, hit Luben directly in the chest.

“Peng.”

After a dull sound, Lu Ben's body flew backwards, and the long knife in his hand instantly disengaged.

One hit, Lu Ben defeated.

Around, there was some laughter, but after the victory of Purple Clean Riso, all laughter stopped.

“That's what tactics are all about. ”

“This little guy actually understood the intent of the war technique. ”

“Type-3 Tiger Fist, he can actually strike a type of intentional attack, talent is really good. ”

On the high stage, the expression of the elders was also surprising.

“Intended.” Su Mengyaomei's eyes glistened. In previous years, he was five layers of genuine anger. There were few people who could understand the true intentions, but each of them could achieve a good ranking.

“Understanding the original intent, he has the strength to enter the top ten, only yesterday's hidden awkwardness, is this for the sake of the district's authenticity?” Su Mengyao had doubts in his heart.

“District is authentic..." Chen Feng put his mouth aside, but when he was on the fifth level of authenticity, he realized all the sincerity of a set of warfare techniques.

“I can't believe I understood the truth, but I underestimated you.” Wang Xiong's eyes flashed a cold light.

“What can you do if it's true? It's garbage, it's death.” Next to the Inner Sect Disciple Path.

Top ten fights, it was wonderful.

The unexpected and unexpected annihilation of the enemy naturally attracted the attention of all, and for a moment, no one else hid the awkwardness.

“Mountain palm opening. ”

Wang Zheng shouted and drank, his palms raised like a sharp blade and slashed hard ahead.

“Peng.”

One hit wins and loses are scored.

Second-rate combat skills, once again understand the true intentions, the other party is not dead, it is already a big fate.

“Blast Star Fist. ”

Wu Sheng's body suddenly burst into a fierce smell. The whole person was like a flame that could explode at any moment. The whole fist emitted white light, colliding with each other's fists.

“Ka-cha. ”

The bone cracked and instantly sounded, Wu Sheng's opponent flied out backwards, his arms shrugged.

Another second-rate battle technique that understands sincerity.

“Thousand Imaginary Palms. ”

There are layers of palm shadows in the sky, there are real and illusory, there are hundreds of palm prints, lay the heavens and the earth fall, this blow by Lin Xue, also has the true intent to diffuse.

“What's going on here? ”

The distant people have long been foolish, the elders on the high stage, the surprises in their eyes are getting stronger and stronger, successive genuine appearances, unexpected.

Compared to the true intentions of purple third-rate warfare skills, the true intentions of several other second-rate warfare skills are the most shocking.

It is well known that second-class warfare skills are much stronger and more difficult to cultivate than third-class warfare skills, but once the true intentions are realized, their own combat power continues to chase first-class warfare skills.

The previous shocking purple, in the face of these second-class warfare moves, is really too ordinary.

So neglected again.

The flowing clouds of Miao Sky have reached the point of moving freely. It is kind of eye-catching. With the flowing clouds, he is almost undefeated. He always avoids the other party's blow by millimeters, and then takes advantage of the opportunity to attack.

Ultimately won.

Everyone triumphed over the enemy.

Top Ten Has Been Decided.

But all ten understood the truth, making everyone in the distance noisy.

“I didn't expect this external apprenticeship examination, or hiding dragons and crouching tigers.” Chen Fengfaintly said, I don't know if it was admiration or sarcasm.

“Wonderful, everyone has a true intention, and this talent is also unusual.” The others were amazed.

On the high stage, the elders are still in the old gods, and the other elders, there were some accidents, but that's all.

The top ten lists have already appeared.

Wang Mao, Wu Sheng, Miaokong, Lin Xue, Kexue, Luofei, Lin Mingzhuan, Liu Lusheng, Pongluga, Ziqiang.

Ten men understood the true meaning of combat skill, but Purple was the last.

Another ranking, soon.

Wang Maong vs. Luofei, Wu Sheng vs. Lin Mingzhuan, Miaokong vs. Liu Lusheng, Lin Xue vs. Pongluga, Ke Xue vs. Ziqiang.

Both sides of the battle are five ranks apart.

The second round of fighting began again.

This battle is clearly more intense.

“Hey, Purple, I can't believe you finally landed in my hand.” Looking at the purple in front, Ko learns hey straight smile, his fists clenched and his bones crackled.

“Didn't you think?” Purple and faint: “But now that I've met him, I certainly won't forget my promise. ”

“Promise, what promise?” Ko was stunned.

“You don't even know your mother.” Ziqiao.

“Good boy.” Ke Xuexue laughed furiously, "I will keep my promise and beat your head to pieces, too. ”

Third class, Iron Fist.

When the voice fell, Ke Xuexiao waved a pair of iron fists, with the whistling wind, and hit the purple fierce.

“Roar.”

A tiger growled, his purple fists clenched, and he punched the tiger.