"Wen Song, you did a great job. Come off the stage and take a rest. There are still tough battles to be fought. Leave the rest to us!"
One of the short and stocky disciples said.
After Xu Wensong heard this, he thought about it and nodded, walked off the ring, and voluntarily abstained.
Although he felt that if he persisted, he would be able to defeat the Huo Ling Sect with his own hands, but it was not necessary.
After all, their biggest enemy today is not the Fire Spirit Sect, but the other two Holy Lands.
In order to win the first place in the competition, he must preserve his strength now, otherwise he may be exhausted when he waits for the finals in the afternoon.
Moreover, their current fifth seed, Wang Qi, has been seriously injured. They cannot suffer any more losses, otherwise their overall combat strength will be reduced sharply.
"Come on, hurry up and kill the last person from the Fire Spirit Sect, and then we will recharge our batteries and prepare for the afternoon finals!"
Xu Wensong pretended to be relaxed and walked down the stage, smiling lightly at the other two participating disciples.
Even he, the three of them in Lien Zhan, were on the verge of physical exhaustion.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother Wensong, look at our performance!"
While speaking, the short and stocky disciple looked at the bearded disciple next to him and said, "Senior Brother Luo Zhi, leave this to me. I also want to be in the limelight!"
"Lin Jian, you brat, you are always in the limelight every day!"
Luo Zhi patted him and scolded him with a smile: "Go and enjoy the cheers of thousands of people!"
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Lin Jian laughed, straightened his clothes, puffed out his chest, and walked onto the ring with great style.
He is the fourth seed in the Holy Land of Wind and Thunder. If he doesn't strive for opportunities now, it will be difficult for him to stand out again when he encounters a strong opponent in the finals.
Lin Jian looked at Ye Chen and said arrogantly: "Who is coming? Tell me your name. My men, Lin Jian, will never kill unknown people!"
Ye Chen helplessly looked at the pretentious criminal in front of him, and couldn't help but said calmly: "Ye Chen."
"Huh? Cloud-Stepping Realm Dzogchen?"
Feeling Ye Chen's aura, Lin Jian couldn't help but sneered: "There is no one in the Fire Spirit Sect, and they actually sent a Cloud Stepping Realm monk to die?"
When the people below heard this, they couldn't help but burst into commotion.
"A monk in the Cloud-Stepping Realm fights against the Great Perfection in the Earth-Splitting Realm. Isn't this looking for death?"
"Could it be that the Fire Spirit Sect can't even gather five Earth-Splitting Realm disciples?"
"Hey, it seems that the Huo Ling Sect is getting more and more lonely."
"..."
Lin Jian looked Ye Chen up and down and sneered: "Well, you kneel down and kowtow to me three times, and I can guarantee that when you are carried off the ring, all the parts on your body will still be intact. What do you think?"
"
Ye Chen frowned slightly and his expression gradually darkened.
This guy is looking for death!
"Ha, you are quite brave?"
Seeing that Ye Chen didn't speak, Lin Jian sneered again, "I'll only give you three counts. If you don't kneel down after three counts, I won't have any fists, feet, or eyes. I can't guarantee that your hands, feet, and teeth will still be there in a while!"
"one…"
"two!"
"…three!"
After counting to the last number, Lin Jian roared and suddenly rushed towards Ye Chen.
He flew up and kicked directly towards Ye Chen's lower abdomen. On the sole of his foot, a white electric arc was brought up, illuminating the entire arena in a dazzling light!
Facing this sudden kick, Ye Chen was extremely calm.
In his eyes, this foot was slower than the old lady walking.
He immediately staggered his body, moved forward with his hands, and directly grabbed the opponent's ankles and knees.
Then, he raised his right knee and gave it a hard push...
Gaba!
"ah--"
The scene suddenly erupted with shrill wails.
Everyone saw that the right calf of the genius of the Wind and Thunder Holy Land was bent into an arc that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
That was obviously a sign of a broken calf!
Lin Jian was worthy of being the genius of the Holy Land. Despite the immense pain, he still maintained his fighting instinct and punched Ye Chen in the face again.
However, Ye Chen seemed to be on guard for a long time, and the only thing he could do was to dodge away.
Then he grabbed the opponent's right arm with both hands and smashed it into the opponent's elbow.
Click!
The entire arm bent backwards in an instant!
A shrill scream came from Lin Jian's mouth again.
Ye Chen snorted coldly and punched the opponent's front door again, shattering all the opponent's front teeth in an instant and knocking him unconscious. The screams suddenly stopped.
The whole process takes less than ten breaths.
The originally arrogant genius of the Wind and Thunder Holy Land lay on the ring like a dead dog.
"Lin Jian!"
The expressions of everyone in the Wind and Thunder Holy Land suddenly changed. They did not expect that he would be defeated by a Cloud-Stepping Realm monk from the Fire Spirit Sect.
And it still failed miserably!
"This Ye Chen is the guy who killed all the geniuses of my Holy Land in the Secret Realm of Chuyang!"
Lord Wind and Thunder had a cold expression on his face and stared at Ye Chen.
"I didn't expect this son's cultivation to improve so quickly. In less than a year, his cultivation has reached this level, and his combat power is astonishingly high!"
Holy Lord Tu Ling also had a solemn expression.
Although Lord Shui Ling did not speak, an expression of disbelief appeared on his pretty face.
This Ye Chen seems to be really comparable to Yu Wanqing from their Shuiling Holy Land.
Compared with the three Holy Masters, Dan Yi and Zhan Batian's expressions were even more exciting.
The two of them looked at each other and saw an inexplicable feeling in each other's eyes.
Unexpectedly, the person they admired in their hearts was actually a disciple of the Fire Spirit Sect.
"Master Ye Chen, how can he be a disciple of the Fire Spirit Sect?"
Such doubts arose in the hearts of both of them.
However, the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not speak, but continued to watch the game quietly.
However, the expression on his face as he looked towards the Holy Land of Wind and Thunder was filled with pity.
Because they know that the Wind and Thunder Holy Land may be in trouble today!
At this time, the Holy Lord of Wind and Thunder was extremely angry and sent a message to the disciples of the Holy Land of Wind and Thunder: "Cheer up, if we lose again, we will deal with it according to the sect's rules!"
When everyone in the Wind and Thunder Holy Land heard this, their faces could not help but tremble.
They all felt the wrath of the Holy Lord.
Zou Bufan said coldly: "It seems that I need to take action personally."
"Senior Brother Bufan, wait a minute, please give me this opportunity!"
Zou Bufan looked over and saw that it was Luo Zhi who was speaking.
"Are you okay?" Zou Bufan asked.
"What do you think, Senior Brother Bufan?" Luo Zhi smiled confidently.
Zou Bufan nodded slightly. Although Luo Zhi is known as the third seed, his strength is almost the same as that of the second seed Xu Wensong. If he takes action, it won't be a big problem.
He nodded and said, "Okay, be careful."
Luo Zhi smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not that good-for-nothing Lin Jian!"
It spins and flies into the field.
Luo Zhi took the path of physical training. Although he was not tall, he was extremely strong. Based on his physical strength, even Zou Bufan could not benefit from him.
However, such a person could not resist even three moves in front of Ye Chen.
He vomited blood and flew straight out of the ring.
The whole place was instantly trembling.
Ye Chen stood on the ring with his hands behind his back, and his voice spread throughout the arena: "Who else is next?"