Yang Zhong, a disciple of the outer sect sword cultivator.
His sharp sword was as sharp as cold, and countless of his disciples were defeated by him.
Even when practicing swordplay, the sword edge will whine.
Although he is an outer disciple of the Supreme Sect, even the elders of the inner sect are full of praise for his swordsmanship.
It was only a matter of time before he stepped through the inner door.
But now, with his hand on the hilt of the sword, he felt a pale feeling of powerlessness.
Something's wrong! Something's wrong! However, Yang Zhong's hesitation means something else in Xiao Long's eyes! "This kid can't even draw a sword. Does this mean he's looking down on me?"
Xiao Long thought.
Then he took a step forward and took the lead in attacking.
Take one step forward and become more powerful.
Although his body is strong, his speed is definitely not slow.
In just one breath, he was already in front of Yang Zhong! Yang Zhong, who was hesitating to draw his sword, was startled by the ferocious momentum in front of him.
He quickly came to his senses and took a few steps back, trying to avoid the giant fist that came down like a thunderstorm.
However, what he faced was Xiao Long.
A ruthless character who has experienced countless times in the White Mist Forest.
In the same realm, if he had an opportunity to take advantage of it, it would be almost difficult to escape.
Sure enough! Xiao Long's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. The next moment, he stepped forward and slammed his casserole-sized fist towards Yang Zhong.
"drink!"
Xiao Long's roar echoed in the ring.
As the sound sounded, Yang Zhong's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
The expression on his face was even more complicated.
This punch weighed at least 5,000 kilograms. Yang Zhong's body was too weak to withstand this punch! Bang! There was a heavy sound as it hit the ground.
Yang Zhong was like plowing a field, plowing out a distance of ten meters before stopping.
However, at this time, he could no longer stand up.
The severe pain caused him to vomit blood and his face turned as pale as a piece of white paper. After struggling for a few times, his eyes turned white and he fainted.
Everyone's eyes were wide open and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.
Even the disciples of the Supreme Sect had surprise written all over their eyes.
What's going on?
Instant kill?
The top five masters outside the Supreme Sect were punched to pieces by Xiao Long without even drawing out their swords?
Look at the kid, he fell to the ground, his breath was weak, his chest was even more sunken, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"good!"
When Elder Meishan saw this scene, he couldn't help but shouted loudly.
This Xiao Long did not disappoint him.
After saying that, he didn't forget to glance at Fang Lin, who was not far away.
This is the strength of an intermediate alchemist! Just refining a few elixirs can weaken the strength of the entire Supreme Sect.
This time in the external arena competition, I think it was stable.
As for his promotion to the inner sect elder... Thinking of this, Elder Mei Shan smiled so hard that the folds on his face squeezed together. That way, I am not slandering him, he is really as ugly as he wants.
It is said that one stone stirs up a thousand waves.
In the wake of Mei Shan's call, many disciples woke up, cheered loudly, and clapped.
Suddenly, the Xianwu Academy was bustling with activity.
"Senior Brother Xiao, smash them all to pieces. These outsiders don't know how high the world is!"
"Young Master Xiao is the strongest, Young Master Xiao is the most handsome, I want to give birth to a child for Young Master Xiao!"
"This is the true strength of our Xianwu Academy. How can you stop your Supreme Sect?"
"Senior Brother Xiao Long's punch will probably knock them unconscious!"
The voices of the people in the Xianwu Academy were particularly harsh, like knives, piercing into the hearts of the Supreme Sect and others.
They seemed to be stunned, and no one helped Yang Zhong.
In other words, Yang Zhong's life and death has nothing to do with them.
At this time, they were still immersed in the scene of Yang Zhong being blown away by a punch.
"No! Impossible!"
The young man in blue woke up and said in a deep voice.
He knew Yang Zhong's strength well. No matter how strong Xiao Long was, he couldn't knock him out of the ring with one punch.
There must be something fishy in this.
However, recalling that Yang Zhong never took any action from beginning to end, it was more like Xiao Long was caught off guard! For a moment, the young man in blue had no idea in his mind.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yang Zhong will never be so weak! That Xiao Long is just a two-star spirit body, Senior Brother Yang Zhong will not have no chance to fight back!"
At this moment, the voice of the outer disciple of the Supreme Sect rang in the ears of the young man in blue.
The other disciples also agreed.
This is so weird.
Yang Zhong usually tortured them as easily as an eagle catching a chicken, how could he not be able to catch even one move from the Xianwu Academy?
The young man in blue did not speak.
Of course he knew something was abnormal.
If Yang Zhong hadn't fainted, he would have wanted to catch him and ask him what happened.
It's a pity that at this time, Yang Zhong was already lying on the ground like a dead dog.
If he is not rescued, his life may be in danger.
"Supreme Sect, you can't afford to lose!"
"If you really want to win, call our Xianwu Academy brother, and we will give the first place to you!"
"When I hear that my brother is getting a bargain, maybe they can really consider it."
...The disciples of Xianwu Academy heard that the Supreme Sect and others were making excuses for their defeat, and they all started teasing them.
This series of taunts made the Supreme Sect and others look ugly and turned the color of pig liver.
Originally, they came here to sweep the Xianwu Academy, but today, they were swept away by Xiao Long with one punch. You can imagine how uncomfortable this gap is.
On the ring, Xiao Long, who had just won, had a smile on his face.
Under the reflection of the rising sun, his figure looked extremely powerful.
Suddenly, his image in the hearts of everyone became great.
This feeling of crushing is really comfortable! "A bunch of weirdoes enjoying themselves!"
Not far away, Fang Lin watched this scene quietly and couldn't help but sneer.
If it weren't for the effect of Qihua Powder, would Xiao Long have won so easily?
Not to brag, Yang Zhong, who is lying on the ground now, can probably defeat the so-called masters from the outer sect.
As for the young man in blue, let alone that, absolutely no one in the outer gate of Xianwu Academy can defeat him.
Of course, Fang Lin also knew that using underhanded tactics was definitely not what a gentleman would do.
If it wasn't for the sake of getting the first-place Huang Bing and giving it to Wen Leyao, Fang Lin would really not bother to do such a thing.
At this moment, the voice of the young man in blue from the Supreme Gate rang again.
"If you lose, you lose. As a disciple of the Supreme Sect, I will naturally not make excuses. Besides, there is no guarantee who will have the last laugh!"
After the words fell, the young man in blue assigned another disciple to come on stage.
This time, he sent a junior fellow of average strength up.
The purpose is not to win this battle, but to see what tricks the Xianwu Academy is playing.
"interesting!"
This scene was captured by Fang Lin not far away.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his narrowed eyes stared at the man in blue.
This guy, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, prefers to go to the tiger mountains.
If you are not a fool, you have great confidence to face all emergencies.
"It seems that we need to make more preparations!"
Fang Lin touched his nose and underestimated in a low voice...
This chapter has been completed!