This was what he was most worried about, but it happened to happen soon.
"strong?"
Huang Yuan and Hu Yiba both grinned when they heard this.
It's said to be powerful.
Within ten miles of the outer gate, there are several very tyrannical ones.
Just now.
Huang Yuan has practiced external martial arts passed down from his family since he was a child. He is the best at the same level and can beat him to the ground at the normal pulse-opening stage.
Hu Yiba practices the "Bawang Halberd Technique" passed down by his family. Just by hearing the word "Bawang", you can imagine how powerful he is.
But the two of them didn't know that Wang Lingyun had reservations about Zhou Xing's evaluation. The biggest feature of Zhou Xing's "Bronze Statue Kung Fu" was not its great power.
time flies.
The fourth round of random battles passed quickly.
In this round, some less powerful disciples were eliminated.
Of course, there are also some disciples who have acceptable strength but are very unlucky, such as those who encounter the top ten or twenty disciples in a row.
At this moment, it is on the formation board.
There are not many people who can still maintain the winning streak, only twenty or thirty people.
Even the top ten disciples from the previous session cannot guarantee a winning streak.
For example, Yang Fan met Nangong Li in the first round and lost one game, winning three and losing one.
The knockout round begins with the fifth round.
It didn't take long.
Zhou Xing appeared on the stage again, and the disciples in the audience were booed and wary again.
"Zhou Xing, you'd better stop throwing people away. There are big shots above who think you are suspected of disrupting order."
A voice sounded in Zhou Xing's ears.
Zhou Xing looked sideways and saw that it was the law enforcement referee on the side, transmitting a message to him.
To transmit sound into secrets, you must at least be in the viscera refining stage before you can use it.
Can’t throw people away anymore?
Zhou Xing wondered in his mind, which big shot had he offended?
"Okay! If you don't throw it away, don't throw it away."
Zhou Xing didn't care and looked at the young man opposite.
"Don't throw me away... I surrender!"
The young man opposite was only in the middle stage of Tongmai. Knowing that he was no match for Zhou Xing, he quickly admitted defeat.
Defeating is a trivial matter, but being thrown down and carried away is too embarrassing.
Just admit defeat!
This is the first time we have encountered this situation since Zhou Xing’s competition.
It seems that his reputation has gradually been established in the minds of his disciples.
Five consecutive wins!
Zhou Xing grinned and walked off the competition stage.
The fifth round of competition ended faster.
On the one hand, some contestants have been eliminated and the number of participants has become smaller.
Furthermore, some powerful figures, such as Duan Xiaolong, Hu Yiba, Nangong Li and others, will decisively admit defeat to their opponents.
The fifth round is over.
Look at the rankings on the formation board again.
"Five consecutive victories, only twenty-three left..."
The rankings arranged on the formation board attracted a lot of attention.
Of course, some more obscure names appeared, and some disciples were eliminated.
The sixth round begins!
In the ensuing battle, the powerful disciples frequently clashed with each other, and the fight was in full swing.
some of.
A battle caused a burst of boos.
"Iron Palm!"
A young man with a slightly darkened face had a hot inner breath rising from his palm, like a ball of high-temperature iron sand, with an astonishing momentum.
His opponent is a man with a Chinese character.
"Pengpa!"
The young man's palm was like a hot iron stone, beating the man with the Chinese character's face back again and again.
"How could it be possible? Who is that young man? He actually beat 'Zheng Dong', who was ranked eleventh last year, to the point where he couldn't resist."
""Iron Sand Palm"? Isn't this a low-level martial arts?"
All the disciples in the audience couldn't help but marvel.
A low-level boxing technique can actually suppress Zheng Dong, who is ranked eleventh.
"The pinnacle of boxing skills!"
Zhou Xing saw something fishy.
Outside the court, some middle-level and senior-level people in the sect were also a little surprised.
It is not easy to practice a martial arts to its peak and understand its true meaning.
Even if it is a low-level martial arts, reaching the peak and perfection, the power is astonishing.
What's more, that young man still possesses the late cultivation level of Tongmai.
After a few rounds.
Peng!
"Zheng Dong", a man with a Chinese character face, was kicked out of the competition ring.
"My lord, Cao Lei, accepts the concession."
The young man's voice was calm and neither arrogant nor impetuous.
Whoosh!
When the formation was lined up, the name of the young man "Cao Lei" suddenly jumped to the front.
Take a closer look.
The result of young Cao Lei is actually six consecutive victories!
"Dark horse! Another dark horse!"
"I've seen this kid before. He has been practicing hard, but I didn't expect that he would become a blockbuster today."
Some disciples discussed it privately.
Cao Lei's combat performance, reaching the top ten, is not a big problem.
"Number 99 vs. Number 33."
The referee's voice sounded, and it was Zhou Xing's turn to play again.
On the fighting stage.
"Wang Lingyun!"
Zhou Xing looked at the familiar young man in green clothes across from him and couldn't help but be stunned.
On the 33rd, it was Wang Lingyun.
The corner of Zhou Xing's mouth evoked a hint of amusement.
It was not until the sixth round of the competition that he finally met Wang Lingyun.
"Oops!"
Wang Lingyun knew something was wrong. But he couldn't admit defeat immediately in front of Zhou Xing.
Even if you lose, you should lose decently.
Wang Lingyun had a plan in mind and looked on guard. He could not be thrown off the stage.
Iron Cloud Claw!
Wang Lingyun stepped forward steadily, and slashed through a piece of fierce inner breath with one claw. The energy was sharp and harsh, making people feel a chill.
Compared with last time, Wang Lingyun's martial arts skills have obviously improved.
"open!"
Zhou Xing punched Wang Lingyun with such huge force and domineering aura that he staggered.
puff!
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Wang Lingyun's mouth, with a look of shock on his face. He never expected that he could not even receive the opponent's punch.
Immediately afterwards, the figure of the young man opposite him changed into a mold.
Whoops!
A strong wind came, and Wang Lingyun secretly thought that it was not good, because he was afraid that Zhou Xing would throw him out.
However.
The next feeling was not the feeling of being caught.
boom!
A heavy foot kicked Wang Lingyun in the buttocks from behind.
"Ah hiss——"
Wang Lingyun felt a sharp sting in her chrysanthemum and let out a shrill scream.
Peng Sou!
In the next moment, he was kicked hard and kicked out of the competition ring.
thump!
Some of the disciples in the audience had already moved out of the way on alert, causing Wang Lingyun to fall into a dog's excrement.
only.
What surprised everyone this time was that Zhou Xing did not throw the person, but instead kicked him.
"Ah! My butt..."
Wang Lingyun reluctantly got up, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He pressed his buttocks with one hand, limping like a lame old man.
The referee was stunned and glanced at Zhou Xing.
"I didn't throw anyone away this time, so why don't I just kick them?"
Zhou Xing lowered his voice.
The referee's face twitched, he waved the flag and announced Zhou Xing's sixth consecutive victory!
Wang Lingyun's tragic end made many disciples in the audience feel chilly.
In comparison, Zhou Xing's previous behavior of "throwing people away" can be considered a "gentle" behavior.
"Zhou Xing! I will repay you tenfold for today's humiliation."
Wang Lingyun clenched his teeth and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing unprecedented malice.
He already understands.
In Yunyuemen, there can only be one person, he and Zhou Xing.
When Zhou Xingxing came off the stage, he was naturally aware of Wang Lingyun's vicious gaze; he had made up his mind that if there was a good opportunity, he would definitely get rid of this guy!
Although he has overtaken Wang Lingyun, he does not want to always be on guard against this poisonous snake in the dark.
The sixth round of competition was carried out in an orderly manner.
So far, there are only about seventy disciples left on the field who have not been eliminated.
That is to say.
So far in the knockout round, nearly two-thirds of the disciples have been eliminated.
Duan Xiaolong, Nangong Li, Hu Yiba and others are still strong, while their opponents basically admit defeat.
At the end of the sixth round, a fight attracted attention.
"Get out of here!"
A man with raised eyebrows had a stern voice and a dark iron rod in his hand, whistling dullly. His deep inner breath was blessing the iron rod, making him extremely powerful.
"It's Fang Xing!"
"This person ranked eighth in the competition last year, and his skills have greatly improved this year."
Many disciples recognized Fang Xing.
Fang Xing's opponent was a beautiful woman, holding a soft sword in her hand and wielding a flexible sword shadow.
"Tong Yuling."
Zhou Xing recognized this woman at a glance. It was the same girl who killed the bloody bald Senior Sister Tong with him last time.
What surprised Zhou Xing was that Tong Yuling was able to fight Fang Xing calmly.
In my memory.
Tong Yuling's strength is probably among the top fifteen in the outer sect, and there is a gap between her and Fang Xing, Yang Fan and others in the top ten.
"Sweep the world with sticks!"
Fang Xing, a man with raised eyebrows, held the iron rod in his hand, his breath was surging and roaring, and he suddenly waved out a pillar-like shadow of the stick, which had the momentum of smashing across the mountains and sweeping away thousands of armies with one stick.
The power and strength of that stick seemed to be an almost limitless blow at the Tongmai stage.
"Spirit Snake Sword Dance!"
Tong Yuling did not retreat at all. The soft sword in her hand vibrated, and it seemed to turn into a living sword snake, bursting out an astonishing cold rainbow of internal energy, and a faint flash of blood flashed on its surface.
That sword was not only strange and agile, but the inner energy on the sword exploded, even overpowering Fang Xingyi.
Poof!
The snake-like sword struck the iron rod, causing Fang Xing to sway and look in disbelief.
next moment.
Tong Yuling took advantage of the situation and cut in. The cold light and blood light on the soft sword intertwined, she wrapped around the iron rod and suddenly swung it.
"No!"
Fang Xing screamed in surprise, and the iron rod in his hand was already released.
There was a "clang" sound.
The iron rod fell to the ground from mid-air, leaving Fang Xing in a state of despair and disbelief.
"How is it possible...my cultivation has reached the peak of meridians, and I can compete with the top five."
Fang Xing found it difficult to accept the reality.
In the last term, he was ranked tenth in the outer sect, but due to carelessness, he lost to Huang Yuan, who was seventh.
But this time, he has made great progress and originally wanted to strive for the top five. If he performed better, he might be valued by a big shot in the sect and even enter the inner sect.
In the previous battles, he won several games in a row without encountering any strong opponents, so his luck was pretty good.
did not expect.
In this sixth game, he was defeated by his opponent from the previous term.
In front of the formation board.
An old man in black robe stretched out his finger, and a blue energy chain visible to the naked eye hit the formation board.
Whoosh!
On the formation board, Tong Yuling's ranking jumped up.
I saw that Tong Yuling's result was also six consecutive wins, tied with Nangong Li, Le Feng, Zhou Xing and others.
"Another dark horse!"
"This Tong Yuling has made great progress. Looking at her strength just now, she can definitely strive for the top five."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
Zhou Xing and Le Feng both had some surprises on their faces.
Tong Yuling walked down with a smile on her face, taking this victory as a matter of course.
"The last time the blood killer went bald, Tong Yuling didn't have this strength. Could it be that she has any opportunities recently?"
Zhou Xing couldn't help but think.
If Tong Yuling had this strength, she could kill Bloody Baldhead alone last time.
However, Zhou Xing quickly figured it out.
The world of the sect is mysterious, mysterious, and bizarre. You are not the only one who can get opportunities. There may be many existences like you.
It didn't take long.
The sixth round of random battles comes to an end.
After six battles, only nineteen people can still maintain a winning streak!
"That kid actually made it into the top twenty."
Wang Lingyun was jealous and unwilling to give up.
Looking at this trend, as long as Zhou Xing is not too unlucky and breaks into the top 20 and enters the next round of "ranking competition", there will be no pressure at all.
"Don't worry! He's just lucky and didn't meet the top ten disciples."
Huang Yuan said coldly.
"The number of remaining disciples is getting smaller and smaller, and the chance of encountering them is already very high."
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Hu Yiba's mouth.
indeed.
After rounds of elimination, the remaining disciples have become fewer and fewer.
"Everyone."
Wang Lingyun suddenly gritted his teeth: "If any of you can defeat Zhou Xing and stop his winning streak, I, Wang Lingyun, will offer you a fifty-year-old cordyceps, plus five hundred second-grade Yuan stones."
As soon as this statement came out.
Several people in the "Circle of Evil" looked at Wang Lingyun in surprise.
Fifty-year-old cordyceps, plus five hundred second-grade Yuan stones, this is already a big sum for the outer disciples.
Even for a young family leader like Wang Lingyun, it is a rare resource.
"And me, plus a thousand yuan stones. As long as whoever can teach Zhou Xing a lesson on the stage, the thousand yuan stones will be his."
A delicate girl's voice came.
Everyone looked sideways and saw that the person who came was a pretty girl, it was Jiang Yun'er.
Jiang Yun'er, as a popular and beautiful girl, was thrown out of the stage by Zhou Xing in front of everyone. She felt such humiliation and resentment that she had rarely seen in her life.
"It's a deal."
Hu Yiba and Huang Yuan looked at each other and smiled.
A total of 1,500 grade Yuan stones, plus a fifty-year-old cordyceps, this is already very tempting.
not to mention.
If you can accomplish this, you might even be favored by the beauty Jiang Yun'er.
"Haha! Can we participate in such a good thing?"
There were a few more figures approaching here after hearing the sound.
The reward offered by Wang Lingyun and Jiang Yun'er is enough to make any outer sect disciple's heart flutter.
"Of course."
Wang Lingyun was elated.
If he were to rely solely on his personal power, he would not have such a high appeal, but with the favor of a beauty like Jiang Yun'er, the effect would be multiplied several times.
For a while.
There were a total of five or six outer sect elites, gearing up and looking forward to the battle with Zhou Xing.
A "blocking operation" has officially begun!
Those who participate in sniping must be at least among the top fifteen or ten in the outer sect.
Among them, in addition to Hu Yiba ranked fourth, Huang Yuan ranked seventh, and Yang Fan ranked ninth, Cheng Jun ranked sixth and Xu Jing ranked tenth were also added.
"Tsk, tsk, this Zhou Xing seems to have aroused public outrage from the outer sect."
"Who can resist the favor of beautiful women and the charm of Yuanshi? If I am strong, alas..."
Some disciples nearby couldn't help but look at Zhou Xing with some sympathy.
"Stop my winning streak?"
Zhou Xing got the news quickly. After all, the actions there were not covert.
After learning about the generous reward, Zhou Xing shook his head and sighed: "I'm so excited..."
He wished he could punch himself down and fall into the favor of the beautiful woman and the embrace of Yuan Shi.
The knockout round soon came to the seventh round.
Finally, the people of "Block the Storm" got their chance.
"No. 99 vs. No. 132."
Following the referee's voice, a figure from the crowd rushed onto the stage excitedly.
"Hahaha! I got it..."
A country boy carrying an ax ran onto the stage with a look of ecstasy. This chapter has been completed!