Thunder Martial

The elder narrowed his eyes slightly and was looking at the purple and seemed to want to see through each other.

In his view, this little guy, not so reckless, must have had his reasons for daring to say that.

“Is he likely to win?” The Dark Way in the Great Elder's Heart.

But with the power of his true mirror, how can you not see that Ziqi only has the strength of five layers of true qi, and the cultivation technique is all third-rate warfare technique.

The most common and the lowest.

Ferocious Tiger Fist, Flowing Cloud Steps.

With both of these, you want to beat the Six-Layer Qi Wang Mao, who has second-rate fighting skills?

Great Elders can't figure it out and don't have to think about it.

At the sight of all the elders, the elders faintly said: "You can swap if you want. ”

Of course, Lin Xue did, but Lin Xue didn't want to, but after a slight glance, he forcibly took the number two sign in Lin Xue's hand.

Behavior is rude.

But Lin Xue laughed, seemingly purple at this moment, he had masculinity, because he knew to protect people.

Su Mengyao, far away, couldn't help but nod her head. Regardless of her strength, she appreciated Purple's share of the responsibility.

“Humph, do it.” Chen Feng snorted coldly.

Su Mengyao did not speak, she spoke to Chen Feng, which was not much.

“This is death, this is good, you don't have to do it.” Wang Xiong bit the tooth canal.

“Unfortunately, the boy is dying in an accident.” The inner gate disciple next to Wang Xiong also said.

In the crowd, there is talk, there is good and bad, there is encouragement and irony.

Especially some of the male compatriots, seeing purple so in front of Lin Xue, one heart is uncomfortable, and the mouth is also ironic.

Purple took the number two sign, and in the irony of his fellow male compatriots and the worship of his female compatriots, he walked onto the battlefield.

Wang Meng has been waiting here for a long time, his eyes are already cold.

“I didn't expect you to die in such a hurry.” Wang said coldly.

Zi Xian replied indifferently, “It is not certain who will die. The grace of the day's dumping is ten times as rewarding today. ”

“Why?” Wang chuckled. “Just because you don't use third-rate warfare skills, you think you understand the true intentions, it's amazing. Tell you, third-rate warfare skills are garbage. Even if you understand the true intentions, they are garbage. ”

“I don't know if third-rate warfare is garbage, but I do know that you don't even count garbage because today you're doomed to lose.” Purple response.

“Haha.” Wang laughed furiously and laughed furiously.

“Come on, let's fight.” Next to the battlefield, an elder referee stopped the two fighting.

“Let's fight, let's see who's the garbage.” Wang Zheng's last sneer began to flash with a genuine temper on the sixth floor. His eyes flashed with killing intent.

At the foot of the mistake, the clouds appeared, and at the same time, the palm of the mountain dropped with a sharp aura.

“That's not how clouds work.” The corner of the purple mouth curved slightly, and a little underfoot, like running clouds and flowing water, avoided the blow of Wang Mao.

“Psst.”

One blow down, Wang Zheng style changed, Mountain palm type 2 chopped down, the strong wind whistled, purple white clothes began to dance, black hair danced in the strong wind.

Purple feet again made a mistake, flashed two times in a row, with a millimetric difference, dodged again, meanwhile, when Wang Zhengdao weakened, punched.

“Roar.”

A tiger roar, third-rate kung fu tiger fist type one and two, has been punched out smoothly.

“Peng.”

In the dull noise, the purple body swung two steps back, while the opposite Wang Xiong retreated four steps.

As a result, it makes the crowd noisy.

Along the way, Purple was invisible, attracting the most lies, and only today's two wars made a statement, but never thought that his first battle with Wang Meng actually took the lead in an instant.

“Die. ”

Around the discussion, came a lot, Wang Feng felt unable to hang his face, second-rate warfare skills plus the real qi of the other side, couldn't hold back the purple, it would be too embarrassing. With a roar, the mountain palm reappeared and the whistle stopped.

Under the purple feet, the clouds and walks flashed continuously, as if walking through the clouds and flowing water, understanding its true essence. At this moment, it is even more subtle than the steps of the wonderful sky. It always avoids Wang Mao's attack with a millimetre difference.

“This is the true essence of cloud walking, good boy, no wonder I was awkward before, it's really prudent.” On the high stage, the elders were no longer surprised and their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had discovered a new continent.

Of the tactics, walking is the hardest to cultivate, and it is even harder to understand the true meaning. At this time, purple exhibits the essence of the true intent, which has reached the limit of walking.

“Peng.”

The dull collision sounded constantly on the battlefield. Purple and Wang Zheng and the two of them were unable to engage in war.

At this moment, everyone has to take a fresh look at purple power.

Wang Xiong's face has reached the point of darkness. Things seem to be going badly today. He came out with a Wu Sheng, and now he has another purple.

Su Mengyao's face still smiled lightly. The face of the first person at the core of the spiritual martial arts sect is also not very pretty. You should know that he did not understand the true essence of gait.

“This kid is so unusual.” Miaokong laughed.

Lin Xuemei's eyes glistened, like a chicken eating rice, nodded continuously.

“Mountain Palm Model 5. ”

The aura was pouring, Wang Mao had already struck out a real fire, but Zixuan was like a flexible fish, never resisting him in the face.

“Mountain Palm Type 6. ”

“Mountain palm type 7. ”

Rigorous moves, fluctuating true qi, toward the madness of purple, but all dissolved.

Mountain palm is available in nine styles, and the ninth is the strongest move.

“Purple, I don't believe you can stop my strongest blow.” Wang Mao's eyes were red, like crazy, and his voice became hysterical.

Even the first three are difficult to get into.

In anger, Wang fiercely punched out the last style of mountain palm opening, opened the mountain with a palm knife, suddenly Wang fierce breath became unusually sharp, like a blade of mountain opening flashed forest cold light, with a sharp breath, suddenly fell.

second-class martial arts, the strongest strike, unfortunately Wang Zheng did not realize all the true meaning, which is just the strongest strike.

“I'll show you what third-rate kung fu is. ”

Faced with the strongest blow of the second-rate method, purple smile, the surrounding breath fluctuated again, when the fists were tight, purple breath changed, as if transformed into a tiger.

At this moment, purple vanished and replaced by a tiger.

The tiger descended, carrying the pressure of the mountain king, a roar, vibrating the mountain forest, the king found his prey in his own territory, a pair of cold eyes, staring at the prey.

The violet momentum is changing, from a roaring king to an impending king, with sharp eyes and more concentrated energy around him.

“Is this... the true essence of Tiger Fist? ”

Both the elders and the audience changed their faces after feeling the violet aura at this moment.

If purple comprehension of the essence of the footsteps of the clouds before, already precious, is an excellent talent, now, the true essence of the tiger fist, can only be said to be genius, genius among geniuses.

The essence of sincerity is not that anyone can understand. At the time, Chen Feng understood only the true meaning of a set of methods, but did not understand the essence of sincerity.

“This purple talent does not seem weaker than Chen Feng. ”

In the elder's heart, he secretly said, his eyes glanced at the side, but he found that there was curiosity in the elder's eyes, and the second elder's face was iron blue.

“Peng.”

Under various emotions, the tiger fist touched the palm of the mountain, the dull sound, with a momentum to roll around, the entire battlefield, one trembling, one swaying, then two shadows separated.

One was fierce and then retreating, and one was flying away from the sky, while the sound of bone fragmentation also sounded in the air.

The nature of the regression was purple, this time he retreated more than ten meters, reached the edge of the battlefield to stabilize his figure, his body blood flickered, but no injuries.

Wang Meng had flew out of the battlefield, his arms shrugged down, his arms seemed to have broken, and he fell directly into the crowd, making a fluttering noise.

Once defeated, victory and defeat were scored, and the scene was silent.

It is incredible that the third-rate warfare technique used on the fifth level of Zhenqi actually defeated the second-rate warfare technique initiated by the sixth level of Zhenqi, but it is this incredible thing that happened.

Under the stands, everyone's eyes changed, even Wu Sheng, who had no previous concern, also had a heavy face.

They looked at the purple trees, and inevitably feared God. Even many people compare Ziqian to Chen Feng in their hearts.

“This talent is good. ”

On the high stage, the elder narrowed his eyes again and said faintly.

The second elder looked gloomy and utterly silent. The other elders nodded continuously.

In the eyes of awe, Ziqing walked off the battlefield and headed towards Lin Xue and Miao Sky.

“Thanks, bro. ”

Miaokong looked at Purple, thankful, Purple Abandoned Wang Meng, then the fourth and fifth battle, obviously Miaokong won, now Miaokong is the fourth.

As for the first three, it was Lin Xue, Wu Sheng and Ziqing who fought.

“That's good, Ziqi. The fifth floor beats the sixth floor. You have a lot of hope of getting to the core.” Lin Xuepi smiled.

Zi Chen smiled.

“This kid.” Su Mengyao's eyes are getting more and more appreciative. Chen Feng's eyes are getting colder and colder. The fifth layer of Zhenqi can defeat the sixth layer of Zhenqi to understand the second level of sincere combat skills. This purple talent is already similar to Chen Feng's.

This is a threat to Chen Feng.

Moreover, depending on the current situation, the talent such as Zixuan enters the core, it seems that it is already nailed on the board. If Wu Sheng's strength is the same as Wang Mao's, then Zixuan will win.

“I must kill him.” Looking at the seriously injured younger brother beside him, Wang Xiong bit his teeth and said harshly.

“Wang Xiong, be careful, kill a core disciple. Do you have the guts?” It was a solemn moment to threaten to annihilate the disciples of the purple inner gate.

“He's not a core disciple yet, he's got two more fights.” Wang Xiongdao.

“If there is no accident, he is the core disciple, don't say kill him, be careful yourself, don't let others retaliate. Zijuan's talent is no less than that of Brother Chen Feng.” Others persuaded.

“The third battle begins. Wu Sheng vs. Lin Xue”

How about under the stage, how to talk, the elders on the stage naturally don't care, a battle is over, soon the second game will come.

Wu Sheng vs. Lin Xue.