After the time of one stick of incense, although a large number of people gathered around the ten arenas, none of the new disciples came forward to challenge, and the originally bustling noise gradually became quiet.
Shi Mu was a little dumbfounded.
He had just seen many new disciples gearing up, with eagerness in their eyes. They were probably waiting for the first person who dared to challenge the old disciples, so as to serve as a lesson for others.
When Shi Mu looked away, he suddenly found that Bai Shi and Xiao Ming beside him looked a little nervous. His heart moved, and he was about to say something when a voice sounded in his ear:
"Newcomers, listen up, no one has raised a challenge within half an hour, so today's competition will end early!"
On the high platform near the black stone tablet recording the ranking of Class C disciples, a sleepy white-haired old man appeared there at some point, holding a wine gourd in his hand, sitting on a wisteria seat and talking lazily.
The old man's voice was not loud, but it reverberated over the square like a bolt from the blue, allowing everyone present to hear it clearly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place started to boil again. There were comments from the new disciples, and even more laughter from the old disciples.
"I come!"
A loud shout came from a ring not far from Shi Mu and the others.
A figure in the crowd stretched out his hands, rose from the ground like a big bird, turned around in the air, and then landed steadily in the center of the ring.
"Kang Yong, I want to challenge Senior Brother Jing Han, who is ranked 1342nd on the ranking list!" The figure bowed to the Class B disciple who was acting as the referee on the ring and said.
The 1,342nd one can be regarded as the last one among the old disciples. Everyone in the audience understood this. They whispered to each other for a while, and the discussion and noise became louder again.
Shi Mu took a closer look and saw that this man had flying eyebrows, bright eyes, and a powerful appearance full of explosive power. At first glance, he was definitely not mediocre.
"Kang Yong? This name sounds familiar."
He soon remembered that this person was ranked twelfth among yesterday's new disciples. He was proficient in a boxing technique called "Nine Styles of Wind Cannon". Not only did he punch like wind, but he also had extremely strong instantaneous explosive power.
"Is Jing Han here? Come and challenge! If you don't make three calls, it will be deemed as a waiver!" The second-level disciple in front of Kang Yong looked at him briefly and immediately shouted loudly below.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man with a fierce face jumped out from the crowd, turned a somersault in mid-air, and stood firmly in front of Kang Yong. He was obviously a head shorter than the other man, and looked at him with an unfriendly expression.
Kang Yong.
"Kang Yong, please give me some advice from senior brother!" Kang Yong, who had a strong appearance, was not weak at first, but when he was swept away by the fierce look in the opponent's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, but then he raised his chest and said.
"Where's all this nonsense? Let's do it!" The ferocious young man glanced at him and said viciously.
Hearing this, Kang Yong's face surged with blood. He touched the ring with his feet, and with a flash of his body, he was already behind the fierce-looking young man. His right hand flashed with green light, and a green fist shadow was blasted out.
The look of contempt in the young man's eyes flashed away, and as soon as his body turned, the two of them were in contact, and the green and red light flashed out.
"Boom!"
As a muffled sound came out, Kang Yong flew out like a kite with a broken string. He was not caught until outside the ring. However, by this time, he had passed out with a gray face, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The ferocious young man clapped his hands and walked off the stage as if nothing had happened.
The new disciples below were in an uproar.
Most of them didn't even see clearly what was happening just now. There were a few who were lucky, but they completely lost their minds at this moment.
Shi Mu's face darkened.
Although he stood a little far away, he saw the scene just now very clearly.
Kang Yong's movements were indeed very fast, and Jing Han only caught his fist when it was about to reach his body. However, the opponent's Qi was much deeper, and he was directly knocked away by the opponent's violent fire-attribute punch.
After the fierce-looking young man left, his power was still there, and the scene became cold again. For a while, no one came on stage again.
Just as Shi Mu was secretly reminiscing about the scene just now, not far ahead, Bai Shi flew onto the ring with a long laugh. He was challenging Gong Chunpeng, who was ranked 1341st.
Soon, a dark-skinned young man with an ordinary face appeared in front of him. After the two saluted each other, the competition officially began.
Shiraishi launched a violent offensive as soon as he came up. However, he saw the tendons of his arms bulging, and the shadow of his fists all over the sky bombarded the boy in black. The wind of his fists roared, faintly like a large red light gushing out, and the hot breath immediately filled the air.
Opening up, people who were a little closer under the ring felt waves of hot air blowing against their faces.
Shi Mu's eyes narrowed.
After Baishi joined Lingzun Pavilion, the true energy in his body has increased a lot. He may have reached a higher level of Zhiyang Gong, and his Fiery Fist has a red light, and he has also improved greatly.
On the ring, the young man in black had a calm expression, and his body remained motionless. As soon as he raised his right hand, it transformed into a light blue palm shadow that filled the sky, completely blocking Shiraishi's offensive.
A strange color flashed across Baishi's face, his arms grew thicker out of thin air, and the shadow of his fists in the sky once again grew three inches, like a fiery ball of air that instantly enveloped the young man in black.
At this moment, the boy in black finally moved!
But when he saw his body turning on the spot, a strange blue cyclone rose out of the air, and immediately created a gap in the surrounding fist shadows. At the same time, his body swayed, turning into three black shadows and rushing toward Bai Shi.
Bai Shi felt his eyes flash, as the young man in black had arrived in front of him. In shock, he instinctively moved his hands to his chest to protect his chest and abdomen, and a large blue hand with strong metal and iron was printed on it.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise.
Mountains of potential are coming!
Bai Shi felt his arms go numb, and the door immediately opened wide.
The black shadow flashed under the young man in black, and his right leg was pressed against Bai Shi's chest like a spear. He spat out his strength, and Bai Shi's body shook, and he immediately flew out like a broken sack.
Under the ring, although Xiao Ming was horrified, he immediately jumped up and caught Bai Shi in mid-air. The powerful force made him take three steps back after landing before completely defusing him.
This is a long story, but actually it only lasts a moment.
Most of the new disciples below only saw Shiraishi rushing forward in the shadow of fists in the sky. The young man in black quickly dodged and Shiraishi was kicked away. They couldn't help but be frightened and frightened, and started whispering.
With Xiao Ming's support, Bai Shi sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and rested for a moment, and then his expression gradually returned to normal.
"Brother Bai, are you okay?"
Shi Mu also walked over slowly at this time, glanced at the eye-catching footprints on Bai Shi's chest, and asked solemnly.
Bai Shi opened his eyes and looked at Shi Mu, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
At this moment, Shi Mu caught a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. Bai Shi and Xiao Ming seemed to have discovered something, and the three of them looked somewhere at the same time.
It turned out that on another stage more than ten feet away, Lan Feng had already chosen her opponent. Standing opposite her was a beautiful woman in a pink dress.