The unruly battle scares many people. You must know that this is unruly. It not only determines the outcome, but also determines life and death, which means that people will die.

More than a thousand trialists in the square finally passed the trial and stood here. Who would still want to go up and die?

However, many people are very unwilling to accept it because they cannot attract the attention of the twelve elders in the sky if they do not show their amazing cultivation and talent.

If you want to become an elder disciple of the Zushan Villa, one of the 36 villas in Yingtian, you have to go up to the ring and walk.

However, the most serious thing is that the disciples in Yingtianbeiyuan, who are below the immortals and gods, are also qualified to go to the arena, which makes this class of trialists feel very unfair.

Ten years have been a long time for mortals. After ten years of cultivation, the disciples in the Qing-clothed world in Yingtianbeiyuan are probably almost the same even if they are still not immortals and gods.

When confronting these Qingyi disciples, who dares to say that they have a sure win?

"What, are they all cowards? Just come up to Fat Master if you are not cowards."

At this time, the fat man on the ring shouted at everyone in the audience.

"So arrogant!"

The trialists of this class were very unhappy and wanted to knock down the fat pig on the ring, but the lessons of the past lies there, the unlucky guy from the Thunder Clan is still in a coma.

Yang Zhan was also very angry when he saw this scene.

"Why, I want to go up and teach that guy a lesson?"

Gu Fei held his hands in front of his chest and looked at the fat man on the ring and said, although this fat man looked very strong, he was only at the level of the middle level in his innate level.

But this fat man's body is amazing, and his ability to resist hits is absolutely awesome.

It is difficult for ordinary innate monks to win when they encounter this guy, unless they use weapons, but not everyone can have spiritual weapons.

Yang Zhan has spiritual weapons, Wang Long, and Ling Feng has lame one leg and has been eliminated. It is hard to say whether he can return to his tribe.

"The disciples of this class don't seem to be very good!"

A purple-clothed elder sitting above the clouds shook his head and said.

"It's too early to say this now." The Great Elder said calmly.

"What my senior brother said!"

The elder said quickly.

The twelve elders of the villa accept disciples every ten years, but only the top twelve disciples who compete in the unruly have the opportunity to become elder disciples.

This is just a chance. If the twelve elders did not like the twelve winning disciples, they could not accept disciples. Therefore, whether to accept disciples or not depends on the mood of the twelve elders.

The Great Elder has the least disciples, only nine disciples, just two more children than the head of the Academy.

The most disciples are the twelve elders, with thirty-two introductory disciples.

There are many disciples, but it seems that there is no use, because the master of the academy has only seven disciples, but Shangguan Feixiong alone can sweep away all the elders' disciples.

At this time, the senior brother Shangguan Feixiong, who was sitting at the head of the twelve elders, smiled and looked at the new disciples in the square. There were still a few good seedlings among the new disciples of this generation.

"I'll come and see you for a while."

At this moment, a loud shout sounded from the square, and a figure soared into the sky, landed on the ring, and then walked across from the fat man.

This is a monk who looks like a seven or eight-year-old child, but all the monks in the square dare not underestimate him because this monk who seems to be a child has an extremely domineering nickname, Little Overlord!

"He can't hold back?"

When Gu Fei saw the man, he couldn't help but be surprised. Feng Yu was impulsive? It probably won't be because this guy is in Yingtian Villa.

When he first entered the Yingtian Sect Villa that day, Gu Fei sensed that Feng Yu was with a saint king-level existence. The saint king was now sitting upright on the clouds in the sky.

The Feng Clan's foundation is indeed profound!

Of course, Gu Fei did not take the Wind Clan seriously.

"Hehe, little guy, I think you'd better go down, otherwise you'll be beaten to death by accident, that would be bad." The fat man grinned.

Feng Yu showed a hint of disdain on his face when he heard this, and said, "Just because of you? You still want to beat me to death? Then you can try it."

Feng Yu waved to the fat man, looking disapproving.

"You're looking for death!"

Feng Yu's disdainful eyes deeply hurt the fat man. He saw that the fat man supported his feet on the ground, and the entire ring shook for a while. The next moment, he jumped up from the ground like a huge ball and smashed directly towards Feng Yu.

"No!"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the ring was shocked. The fat man's attack was really strange. Did he want to use his huge body to kill Feng Yu?

Feng Yu stared at the fat man who had fallen from the sky, and a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. The next moment, his hands were dancing, and transparent wind blades rushed out of his hands immediately.

Although the wind blade was invisible, it made a slight sound of breaking through the air when it moved quickly in the void.

"This is……"

The so-called expert will know if there is any one. Feng Yu will immediately startle the fat man.

The clothes on the fat man were instantly cut by the wind blades, and the wind blades slashed on the fat man's body, and they were all bounced away as if they were slashing on cotton, and they were not hurt at all.

The next moment, Feng Yu disappeared directly from the spot, like a gust of breeze, without a trace.

"boom!"

The fat man directly hit the ring, and the entire ring was shocked. If it weren't for the blessing of the immortal power, the ring would probably have collapsed.

"Storm Fist!"

Feng Yu's figure appeared above the fat man. The next moment, countless fists smashed towards the fat man like a storm.

"Haha..., come on!"

The fat man said with a big laugh.

The next moment, countless fists instantly hit the fat man's body, and fist marks appeared on the fat man's body immediately, and these fist marks were directly trapped into the fat man's body.

However, the next moment, all the fist marks disappeared, and all the collapsed fat meat bounced back. Countless violent fists hit the fat man's body, and it turned out to be itchy.

"this……"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the ring was shocked. This fat man is perverted.

"Little guy, haven't you eaten your breasts? Come back and have your breasts after you're full!"

As the fat man spoke loudly, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed Feng Yu.

"Wind Tornado!"

Feng Yu's body shook, and a strong wind that was extremely strong immediately emerged from his body, forming a whirlpool that enveloped the fat man.
Chapter completed!