Before Tu Yang could react, a fist as big as his head came over and hit the wind shield hard, breaking the wind shield into powder. Then the fist went forward and landed on Tu Yang's body.
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"puff!"
Tu Yang was hit by the punch and his body flew out on the spot, hitting the light mask at the edge of the ring. With a sluggish look on his face, he opened his mouth and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.
"Chen Xuansheng!"
The Foundation Establishment Realm referee immediately announced the result.
"No...I haven't lost yet."
Tu Yang immediately shouted.
"Shut up, if Chen Xuan hadn't kept his hand, you would have died if you didn't retreat."
The Foundation Establishment Realm referee immediately spoke up and scolded.
"yes!"
Hearing this, Tu Yang could only obediently retreat from the ring.
"This disciple named Chen Xuan actually defeated Tu Yang."
"Tu Yang has wind spiritual roots and his cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining. He was actually defeated and eliminated in the first round. This is really surprising."
"Who is this Chen Xuan? Why haven't I heard of him before?"
"This Chen Xuan seems to be a mortal without spiritual roots."
"It turns out that we are just mortals. Even if we are lucky enough to succeed in building a foundation, at most we can only condense low-level spiritual bodies."
"..."
Chen Xuan defeated Tu Yang, which shocked the disciples in the No. 10 arena.
But that was all. After knowing that Chen Xuan was just a mortal without spiritual roots, he stopped paying much attention to it.
The Yueyang Sect has a long history, and there is no shortage of examples of mortals successfully building foundations, but they are basically just condensing inferior spiritual bodies, and reaching the foundation building level is already the limit.
Therefore, Chen Xuan's outburst only shocked people.
No matter how amazing you are at the Qi Refining Realm, you will fall into obscurity when you reach the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Soon, the first round of competition ended.
There are sixty-three disciples in Arena No. 10, and thirty-two have advanced.
Thirty-two people, start drawing lots again.
The number Chen Xuan drew this time was number nine, and his opponent was number ten.
Disciples came on stage one by one, and soon it was Chen Xuan's turn.
His opponent this time is Sun Zongcheng, the number one player in the previous round.
Or knowing that Chen Xuan was physically powerful, Sun Zongcheng used the top fire spell Fire Python Technique from the very beginning.
Sun Zongcheng made a secret with both hands, and the majestic spell turned into a flaming python with a length of more than ten meters. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to swallow Chen Xuan in one gulp.
Chen Xuan activated the Yellow Turban Hercules Technique, and the surface of his body flashed with light yellow spiritual patterns. Then his body suddenly expanded and turned into a giant more than three meters tall. He raised his hands to catch the flaming python swallowing it.
Huge mouth.
The huge mouth of the flame python was caught, but the huge body of the flame python tightly entangled Chen Xuan. The bursts of high-temperature breath emitted by the flames burned all the air.
Chen Xuan activated the Golden Body Kung Fu and the Yellow Turban Warrior Technique at the same time. Even with such intense heat, there was nothing he could do. He burst out with majestic power and tore the flame python directly apart.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the flame python exploded.
Flames flew everywhere and enveloped the entire arena, as if it had turned into a sea of fire.
Chen Xuan burst out of the sea of fire and smashed two huge fists at Sun Zongcheng.
Sun Zongcheng could feel the terrifying power contained in Chen Xuan's fist, and immediately placed a triple flame shield in front of him, and his body was also covered with a layer of flame armor.
Bang bang bang——
Chen Xuan's fist smashed down crazily.
In just one breath, he fired more than a dozen punches.
The triple flame shield was broken after only three punches. The remaining punches fell on Sun Zongcheng. Every time the punch landed, there would be several more cracks in the flame armor on Sun Zongcheng's body.
After ten punches, the flame armor was already covered with dense cracks.
Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound, and then a figure flew out and hit the light curtain at the edge of the ring.
"Chen Xuansheng!"
The referee of the Foundation Establishment Realm in Arena No. 10 announced the result.
"Chen Xuan wins again."
The disciples below were a little surprised.
If Chen Xuan defeated Tu Yang, it was because Tu Yang didn't understand Chen Xuan's strength, didn't know that Chen Xuan had practiced body training and was physically strong, so he was easily defeated at close range.
But in the second round, everyone knew that Chen Xuan had practiced physical training and had a way to deal with it. Sun Zongcheng also used top-level spells to attack Chen Xuan from the beginning.
However, Chen Xuan's physical body was so powerful that he was able to resist the Fire Python Technique without getting hurt. Sun Zongcheng's defensive spell was easily broken by Chen Xuan.
"This Chen Xuan is probably as powerful as a popular player."
"Haha, Chen Xuan is just a mortal without spiritual roots. So what if he has a strength comparable to that of a popular player? The foundation building realm is his pinnacle. And among the thirty-seven popular players, none of them have medium spiritual roots. Once
By condensing a medium spirit body, there is hope to break through to the Dan Formation realm in the future."
"You're right. Even if Chen Xuan is very good at the Qi Refining Realm, his achievements are ultimately limited."
"Mortals are mortals."
A group of disciples with spiritual roots will naturally not accept that they are not as good as Chen Xuan.
Therefore, they seized on the fact that Chen Xuan had no spiritual roots, and kept telling themselves in their hearts that Chen Xuan's future achievements were limited, and he could only stop at the foundation building realm. In any case, they would not admit that they were inferior to someone without spiritual roots.
of mortals.
The second round of the 32-to-16 competition in Arena No. 10 is over.
After resting for about an hour, the third round of competition began.
This round is sixteen into ten.
First, they compete in pairs, and the eight winners advance to the next round.
The eight eliminated people are competing for the remaining two names. A total of ten people in one arena can enter the fourth round of the competition. The total of ten arenas is one hundred people, and these one hundred people are the top one hundred people.
In the third round, the number Chen Xuan drew was one.
This means that in the third round of the competition, he will be the first to play.
"No. 1 Chen Xuan, No. 2 Lei Hu."
After everyone had drawn lots, the referee of Arena No. 10 reported the names of Chen Xuan and another disciple.
"Thunder Tiger!"
Hearing this name, Chen Xuan also had a solemn expression on his face.
There are thirty-seven popular candidates for this freshman competition, and this Lei Hu is one of the thirty-seven.
Moreover, this Thunder Tiger still has a very rare thunder spirit root.
Thunder Spirit Root is a mutated spiritual root, and thunder spells also have the strongest destructive properties.
Thunder spells can be said to be the nemesis of body refining monks.
"Chen Xuan and Senior Brother Lei Hu are facing each other."
"Senior Brother Lei Hu is one of the thirty-seven favorites to win the championship. Chen Xuan is bound to lose."
"Yes, Senior Brother Lei Hu possesses Thunder Spirit Roots, and they are medium Thunder Spirit Roots. Under thunder spells, even if Chen Xuan's physical body is strong, it is impossible for him to withstand the bombardment of thunder."
"It is impossible for Chen Xuan to defeat Senior Brother Lei Hu and enter the top 100."
"..."
When they heard that Chen Xuan was facing off against Lei Hu, all the disciples in Arena No. 10 knew that Chen Xuan was destined to lose.