Chapter 19: 1 stroke to win the enemy

On the second morning, the golden sun was spilled on the square yesterday, and the square was rendered golden.

If you fight, you will decide the outcome. Whoever can become a core disciple will be announced today.

Early in the morning, there were many people gathered here. In addition to many foreign disciples, there were also many inside disciples who came to see who was the lucky one today.

At the same time, there are some inside disciples who bet on the contribution point.

Yesterday's Tsing Yi was replaced by today's white clothes, and twenty white inner-door disciples appeared one after another.

Wang Meng, who first arrived here, Wang Meng, who was in white, seemed to be very spiritual. When he appeared, he caused a lot of cheers.

Of course, most of them are female disciples.

After that was Wu Sheng, the unnamed boy, yesterday's World War I also accumulated a lot of popularity, and some people cheered.

Followed by the wonderful sky, small eyes, ordinary appearance, ignored by everyone.

After the wonderful sky, it is the purple sable, the purple sable in white, looks handsome and chic, but his popularity is not high, and there is no voice.

Just after he appeared, there was a deafening noise on the square.

"It's him, Zi Yan, the guy who took the dog."

"it's him."

The snoring sounds like a wave, and waves are coming and going, and there is no end to any interruption.

"It seems that you are much worse than me." Miao turned his head and joked.

Zi Yan helplessly spread the hand, for those buzzing, do not care. Because today, he wants to show his strongest strength and compete for the first.

This is the ultimate goal of the sable.

The battle for victory in the first battle, the result of today, there is no need to cover up the purple, the reason for the cover yesterday, is also afraid that some people feel the threat, taking advantage of the night to shoot themselves.

After the buzz, there was another burst of cheers. This voice was no worse than the snoring, and it was better than the snoring. Lin Xue came out behind the sable and was welcomed.

Followed by the remaining dozens of people, including Ke Xue, this is a strong young man, using a set of iron fists actually scored in the top 20, really powerful.

"Very good." The elders stood on the high platform, dressed in a red robe, and delivered a speech again. "I saw the future of Lingwuzong when I saw you. Lingwuzong is wonderful because of you, fight, inspire your potential, let We old guys look at your truest standards."

The crowd was boiling, and the 20 young teenagers were all excited. They had enthusiasm and warfare in their eyes. They also included Zi Yan. Today he wants to show his talents and enter the core and become a core disciple.

In today's World War I, he wants everyone to be shocked and shocked.

"Well, I think you are all ready, the battle begins." The elders.

Yesterday, the battle list has been sorted out. The name of the battle with Zi Yan, Lu Ben, an 18-year-old youth, uses a set of three-way combat skills.

Same as Lin Ying.

Just for the comprehension of combat skills, Luben is stronger and almost touched the original intention.

Twenty people, divided into ten battle places, the battle kicked off.

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

"I don't know how his potential is. I was hiding in Tibet yesterday. I want to show it thoroughly, but I am very cautious." Su Mengyao said in his heart, there seems to be a curiosity in a pair of eyes.

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

At the same time, yesterday, people who noticed that the Tibetan Mastiffs were also staring at the purple eyes, Wang Xiong and other internal disciples to deal with Zi Yan, the same is true.

"Purple, you met my Luben, good luck has come to an end." The long knife came out of the sheath, exuding the cold, and Luben laughed at the purple.

"Your strength is good, it is expected to enter the top ten, but it is a pity that you met me." Purple is calm.

"Big words, Zi Yan, you still have time to admit defeat, or else hurt under my knife, don't blame me for not reminding you." Luben was furious, the long knife in his hand has begun to dance.

"Luben, teach the purples well."

"That is, you must let this guy who has gone the dog to see your strength."

"Tell him that luck is luck after all, and you can't compare strength."

The inner disciple who was defeated by Zi Yutun yesterday, began to shout outside today.

"War, you have a chance to shoot." Zi Yan is still calm, looking at the faint road.

"Hey, let me see if you have the chance to block my shot." Luben snorted and the knife flashed, and he swayed toward the purple scorpion. Cut out a dozen knives, like a dense knife net, facing the purple hood.

"I didn't grasp the true meaning. You are a flaw in me." Looking at the intensive knife net, Zi Yan shook his head, his eyes were full of disdain, and he saw his foot wrong, and escaped with a slight difference. The most intensive attack on the knife net, at the same time, the fists clenched, and the roar of a tiger appeared.

The tiger went down the mountain.

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

"Peng."

After a dull sound, Luben’s body flew backwards, and the long knife in his hand came out in a flash.

A blow, Luben lost.

Around, there were still some sneer, but after the victory of the sable, all the laughter came to an abrupt end.

"This is the original intention of combat technology."

"This little guy actually realized the intent of the game."

"Three-style tiger punch, he was able to play a kind of intentional attack, talent is really good."

On the high stage, the expressions of the elders were also surprised.

"Intention." Su Mengyao's eyes are flashing. In the past five years, there are not many people who can understand the true meaning, but each one can achieve a good ranking.

"Understanding the original intention, he has the strength to enter the top ten, just yesterday's Tibetan mastiff, is it for the true meaning of this district?" Su Mengyao doubts.

"The district is really true..." Chen Feng screamed, and he was in that year, but at the fifth floor of the infuriating, he realized all the true meaning of a set of combat techniques.

"I actually realized the true meaning, but I looked down on you." Wang Xiong flashed a cold light in his eyes.

"What can be done in a true way, still rubbish, still dying." There is an inner door disciple next to him.

The top ten battles are very exciting.

The unexpected move of Zi Yan to destroy the enemy naturally attracted the attention of all people. In an instant, other people did not hide.

"Open the palm."

Wang Meng burst into a burst of fire, and the whole body exudes a fierce breath, and the palms lifted up like a sharp blade, slamming toward the front.

"Peng."

A blow to the victory has been divided.

Second-rate combat skills, and realized the true meaning, the other party is not dead, it is already a big life.

"Blasting Star Boxing."

Wu Sheng’s body suddenly burst into a violent atmosphere. The whole person is like a fire that may explode at any time. The whole fist emits white light and collides with the opponent’s fist.

"Hey."

The bones shattered and sounded instantly. Wu Sheng’s opponent flew out and his arms shook.

It is also a second-rate combat skill that has realized the true meaning.

"Thousands of Magic Palms."

There are layers of palms in the sky, there are real and illusory, full of hundreds of palm prints, overwhelmingly falling, Lin Xue's this blow, also has a true meaning.

"what's going on?"

In the distance, everyone has been dumbfounded. The elders on the high platform have become more and more surprised. The true meaning of the two consecutive appearances has exceeded their expectations.

Compared with the true meaning of the three-dimensional combat skills of Ziyan, the true meaning of the other two people's second-rate combat skills is the most shocking.

As is known to all, the second-rate combat technique is much stronger than the third-rate combat technique, and it is more difficult to cultivate. However, once it has realized the true meaning, its own combat power is directly chasing the first-class combat skills.

Before the shocking purple scorpion, it seems to be too general in the face of these second-rate combat skills.

So that it was ignored.

The flow of the wonderful sky has already reached the point where the mind is moving. It is a bright eye. With the flow of clouds, he is almost unbeaten. He always avoids each other’s blows with a slight difference, then takes the opportunity to attack. .

Finally won.

Everyone has won the enemy.

The top ten has been decided.

But all ten people have realized the true meaning, making everyone in the distance stunned.

"I can't think of this time the outside disciple's assessment, or the hidden dragon and the tiger." Chen Feng's faint road, I don't know if it is praise, or sarcasm.

"Great, everyone has true meaning, this talent is not ordinary." Others are amazed.

On the high platform, the elders are still there, and the other elders are also somewhat surprised, but that is all.

The top ten list has appeared.

Wang Meng~www.readwn.com~ Wu Sheng, Miao Kong, Lin Xue, Ke Xue, Luo Fei, Lin Mingchuan, Liu Lusheng, Pang Lujia, Zi Yan.

Ten people have realized the true meaning of the war, but the purple is at the end.

Another ranking, soon appeared.

Wang Meng vs. Luo Fei, Wu Sheng to Lin Mingchuan, Miao Kong to Liu Lusheng, Lin Xue to Pang Lujia, Ke Xue to Zi Yan.

The two sides of the battle are all five different places.

The second round of fighting started again.

This time the battle is obviously more intense.

"Hey, purple, I can't think of it, you finally fell into my hands." Looking at the purple sable in front, Ke Xuezhen smiled straight, his fists clenched, and the bones squeaked.

"I didn't think of it?" Zi Yan said: "But since I came across, I naturally will not forget my promise."

"Promise, what promise?" Ke Xueyi.

"It’s just that you don’t even know your mother.” Zi Yan said.

"Good boy." Ke Xue angered and laughed, said: "I will follow my promise and put your head into a pig's head."

Third-rate combat skills, iron fist.

When the voice fell, Ke Xue waved a pair of iron fists, with a whistling wind, and called to the purple.

"Roar."

A tiger roared, and the purple cicada clenched and punched the tiger.

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