"Bi Neigong, then I'll let you experience it too!"
Seeing that Zhu Yangyu had begun to move his inner energy, Wan Yunting was naturally not to be outdone. He saw that he was circulating the inner energy in his Dantian, and it was flowing rapidly through every acupuncture point in his body like lightning...
As Wan Yunting turned his hands into palms, he once again took up an attacking stance, as if a light green aura was released from his body, which shocked the eyes of Zhang Qing, the elder of the Kunlun Sect under the ring, and said: "This son
His inner energy is very strong!"
"Well, the energy is like lightning and moves like thunder. I didn't expect that at such a young age, he has such strong inner energy. This young man is not simple!"
Master Huikong stroked the white beard on his chin and looked at Wan Yunting on the stage. It seemed as if he could see a faint green breath running through the meridians of his body, which was surprising.
Even Zhou Ruoxi, who was standing behind Master Yunbai, could feel the strong energy released from Wan Yunting's body, which moved her. She even thought to herself, has this person really just broken through to the early stage of martial arts alchemy?
?
But why can I feel now that Wan Yunting's inner energy is strong, much stronger than Zhu Yangyu's!
Even Sima Boyong, who was sitting next to him, looked at Wan Yunting's little eyes and his eyes changed slightly, thinking that this boy is really not simple.
"Senior Brother Chang, is this disciple of yours really just breaking through the early stages of Dan Jin?"
Wuweizi couldn't help turning his head and asked Chang Wude in surprise.
"yes."
Chang Wude nodded. Now he began to feel proud. He glanced at Sima Boyong and said with a smile: "My disciple has no ability, but he is very lucky. He has met a great opportunity."
Even Yang Jingyi, who was sitting next to him, looked worried at first, but now she was moved by Wan Yunting's strength. She didn't expect that the disciple Chang Wude brought back had such a high talent in martial arts.
Zhu Yangyu on the ring frowned and looked directly at Wan Yunting in front of him with cold eyes. How could he not sense the strong energy in this guy, which surprised him in his heart.
Zhu Yangyu was disdainful when he heard Wei Ping say that Wan Yunting was in the early stage of martial arts alchemy. Although this kid broke through the alchemy in his twenties, he thought that with his current strength, defeating him would be a piece of cake.
Very simple thing.
But at this moment, Zhu Yangyu suddenly felt like denying this possibility, but he was naturally arrogant, not to mention so many people watching, so Zhu Yangyu couldn't admit his mistake in his heart, and he couldn't afford to lose!
Suddenly, Zhu Yangyu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he rushed towards Wan Yunting again. His fists wrapped in Qi made a sound in the air. In an instant, he was in front of Wan Yunting, and he punched again without hesitation.
Smashed the door in his face...
But the next second, Wan Yunting's sharp eyes flashed with a strange green light, and he seemed to see through Zhu Yangyu's attack route. At the same time, in Wan Yunting's eyes, his movements became much slower than before, so he
He dodged Zhu Yangyu's punch with a turn of his body, and with a turn of his right hand, the palm containing Qi directly struck Zhu Yangyu's left side of the abdomen...
"Well…"
Immediately, Zhu Yangyu felt that the left side of his abdomen was suddenly hit by a huge boulder weighing 1,000 kilograms. He flew directly out and fell hard on the wooden board of the ring. Then he moved a few meters away and his back was pressed against the edge of the ring.
Only then did it stop.
Suddenly his narrow eyes widened, his throat felt salty, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood, but Zhu Yangyu forced himself to swallow it. He didn't want to die in such embarrassment in front of everyone...
"Yang Yu..."
Sima Wentang, who was under the ring, couldn't help but rush over, and Wei Ping followed suit. The heads of various sects and sect masters present looked astonished. They didn't expect the outcome to come out so quickly.
Sima Boyong, who was sitting next to Wu Weizi, saw Zhu Yangyu being knocked down and falling on the ring. The moment he saw his whole old face dimmed, his sinister little eyes flashed sharply as he looked directly at Wan Yunting on the ring.
He also sensed Sima Boyong's gaze, and Wan Yunting turned his head and looked directly at him with a sharp gaze, without fear.
"Yang Yu, how are you? Can you still stand up?"
Sima Wentang and Wei Ping went over and looked at Zhu Yangyu, who was holding the left side of his belly with his right hand. He felt that his waist was about to be exploded by Wan Yunting's palm just now. His face turned pale, and the pain caused big beads of sweat on his face.
Sliding down on the forehead.
It's such a cold day that I can even sweat. You can imagine how painful it is.
"Brother, I'm sorry..."
At this moment, Zhu Yangyu did not hold on, knowing that even if he stood up now, he would not be able to defeat Wan Yunting.
Sima Wentang's face was gloomy and extremely ugly. He raised his eyes and glared at Wan Yunting on the ring, and coldly snorted to Wei Ping: "Take him down."
Wei Ping nodded and called Zeng Yongchang to help Zhu Yangyu off the ring, but he turned his head slightly and squinted at Wan Yunting behind him, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it, and was helped off by Zeng Yongchang.
into the arena.
"Ha ha…"
Chang Wude, who was sitting on the right side of Yang Jingyi, immediately laughed twice, turned to Sima Boyong and smiled arrogantly: "Junior Brother Boyong, the disciples you taught are not good either!"
These words pierced Sima Boyong's heart like a thorn, but he couldn't show his anger yet. He smiled at Chang Wude and said: "Thank you to Senior Brother Chang's disciples for showing mercy. In fact, this is normal. After all,
I am a medical student, so my achievements in martial arts are naturally inferior to yours, Senior Brother Chang, so it is normal for your disciple to beat my disciple."
"Hey, if you lose, you'll be able to put some money on your face."
Chang Wude turned back disdainfully and looked at the ring. Sima Wentang had already gone up and announced: "Wan Yunting wins, then let him take Zhu Yangyu's place, join Wei Ping and Xu Lingwei, and join the other major sects."
The young talents competed and competed..."
After saying this, Wan Yunting didn't even bother to look at Sima Wentang, and went straight off the ring, passing in front of Sima Boyong and the others. Without even looking at him, he returned to Chang Wude. He praised and said with a smile: "Okay, no.
It’s embarrassing for my teacher.”
Wan Yunting smiled: "You taught me that."
"Ha ha…"
These words made Chang Wude laugh wildly again.
Such a scene made Sima Boyong feel gloomy, but he still smiled on his expression.
"Then the next step is to draw lots to match up the contestants' opponents."
Sima Wentang said, and asked Zeng Yongchang to bring up a lottery box. He continued: "Whoever's name I read now will come up to draw lots. Xu Hai of the Shaolin School... "
As Sima Wentang read the name, the younger generation disciples from various sects came onto the ring one after another. They stood in a row, nineteen people in total.
In addition to the three disciples from Wuliang Taoist Temple, Wan Yunting, Xu Lingwei and Wei Ping, a total of twenty-two people participated in this competition.
"The one who draws relatively equal numbers is your opponent!"
Sima Wentang said, and asked Zeng Yongchang to carry the lottery box over, and let each contestant standing draw a bamboo stick from it, with numbers 1 to 11 on it, marked in black and red.
For example, if you draw the red No. 1 lottery, then you will become your opponent with the black No. 1 lottery!
Zeng Yongchang held the lottery box and started drawing from the disciples of various sects first, and finally Wei Ping, Xu Lingwei and Wan Yunting. Even if the same sect received the same number, they are still opponents. The winner will be determined. Of course, they can also abandon the game.
.
"Junior Sister Zhishan, what is your number?"
Wei Ping drew the black lot No. 7. Xu Lingwei took the lot she drew and said lightly: "No. 4!"
"I am number eight."
Wan Yunting held his own lottery and smiled.
Wei Ping nodded and said, "Let's go down."
Sima Wentang said: "Okay, let the person who draws the No. 1 lottery stay and start the competition, and the rest can go down first."
The young disciples of the various sects on the stage nodded and went down to the stage one after another. The ones who stayed on top were a disciple of the Qingcheng sect and a disciple of the Xingyi sect. They had drawn the No. 1 lottery.
"Remember, don't attack the key points, stop at the key points, competition and friendship come first, do you understand?"
Sima Wentang gave solemn instructions to the two contestants.
"clear…"
The disciples from Qingcheng Sect and Xingyi Sect nodded. Sima Wentang nodded and went down to the ring, "You guys start."
So the two disciples began to compete in martial arts. They did not use weapons, but competed in fists and kicks. However, the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were in the late stage of Huajin, while the disciples of the Xingyi Sect were only in the early stage of Huajin.
The difference in strength was too big, so after five minutes of fighting, the Qingcheng sect disciple easily won the first fight.
"Pan Yulong of the Qingcheng faction wins!"
Sima Wentang went up, announced the result of the game, and then shouted: "Then, whoever draws the No. 2 lottery, please go to the ring. Yulong, you can go down first."
Pan Yulong went down and returned to his leader Liu Bing. The leaders of various sects also turned to congratulate Leader Liu's disciples on their victory and victory in the first competition...
The person who drew the second lottery was a female disciple of the Huashan Sect, and she happened to be facing Zhou Ruoxi, the only female disciple of the Emei Sect.
"Senior Sister Zhou, come on..." Jiang Tingxia and her senior sisters cheered for her.
The name of this female disciple of the Huashan Sect is Xie Qiuhe. She came up with a long sword in her hand. Seeing this, Zhou Ruoxi also asked the disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple to hand her a long sword. This sword was not sharp and was used for martial arts competitions.
A sword can't hurt anyone.
The two of them got on the ring. Xie Qiuhe was still a little arrogant. After saluting Zhou Ruoxi, he immediately took a stance with the sword in his right hand.
Zhou Ruoxi saluted her very politely. Her pretty face was plain, giving people a sense of calmness and elegance. She had an alluring appearance and stood on the ring in a white antique dress, giving people a fairy-like air.
Piaopiao, like a chivalrous woman who came out of a martial arts TV series.
This scene attracted the eyes of the various sects below the ring, as well as the young male disciples of Wuliang Taoist Temple, to focus on her. There was already a heated discussion below, and everyone was betting that Zhou Ruoxi could win this competition...
Xie Qiuhe also heard the words of those people under the ring, which made her face darken. Unable to hold her breath, she took the lead in taking action towards Zhou Ruoxi with her long sword in hand, and the long sword pierced towards her...