"Flying Stone Fist, Flying Sand and Walking Stones" Ring Zhou Sen and Jiang Chengyi After the two of them were tempted, they finally moved their real character, the young man named Zhou Sen shouted loudly, his arms turned into fists, and his fists were dyed with a layer of earth, and he made several punches at a very fast speed, and the aura erupted, and the dust and sand flew over the ground, and there was really a sense of flying sand and stones, Jiang Chengyi, who saw this scene, flashed a trace of interest on his face, and shouted lightly: "It's good to come, but Senior Brother Zhou wants to defeat me too early, eat me a slap of hot ham" Jiang Chengyi did not retreat but advanced, There was a flame in the leg during the rapid running, and he came to Zhou Sen in an instant, and even three legs were fearlessly collided with Zhou Sen's fist The touch of the leg and the fist, the touch of the flame and the flying stone, the extremely high temperature of the air flow spread outward, Zhou Sen's face had a trace of solemnity, Jiang Chengyi's first leg was to break his flying stone fist, and before he could make a counterattack, Jiang Chengyi's second leg was pumped, and the leg with the flame fluttering twitched, Zhou Sen subconsciously used his hand to block Jiang Chengyi's leg twitched behind Zhou Sen's arm, the latter staggered, took a few steps back, and his body did not completely stop, then he saw that the former was pumped with one leg again, like a fire whip, "I admit defeat" Zhou Sen was shocked, and subconsciously blurted out that the leg like a fire whip was stopped on Zhou Sen's forehead, and the high temperature at close range made Zhou Sen's forehead fall Beans sweat The flame dissipated, the surrounding temperature dropped, Jiang Chengyi put his right leg into it, and arched his hand: "Senior Brother Zhou admitted" A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Sen's mouth and he got out of the ring."
Jiang Chengyi wins, enter the next game, and then Anqi vs.
Bai Song" The first match is over, after Zhou Sen Jiang Chengyi got out of the ring, the slaughterhouse master announced, his eyes are still half-closed and half-open, as if he is still dozing off, but in fact, this level of battle can't attract his attention at all, so it's just a little boring.This time there are still two nominal disciples, a man and a woman, the male is resolute and heroic, and the female is heroic, both of them are level 9 trainee spirit cultivators, and after fighting each other for more than ten moves, the female is slightly superior and has obtained the qualification for the next round, and the first few are battles between nominal disciples, and those real disciples in the slaughtering hall can only watch them fight in the ring from the sidelines, which can be regarded as giving them a little opportunity to collect information about their opponents.It wasn't until the fifth scene began that the real disciples of the slaughtering hall finally stepped forward" The fifth scene, He Yuanshi announced to Jiang Feng "After the slaughtering hall master announced, he could see a young man not far from him walking into the ring with a little nervousness and apprehension, this is Jiang Feng, a level 8 apprentice spirit cultivator, and he is also a master who is not weak among the disciples of the slaughtering hall, but obviously facing his opponent is not enough.His opponent He Yuanshi is a young man of about twenty years old, and he is estimated to be a few years older than the new disciples of their current year, but he is indeed a level 9 apprentice spirit master, and looking at the thickness of the aura in his body, it seems that he is also the best among the nineteen outer disciples who participated in the selection competition in name, and the cultivation of a half-step junior spirit is He Yuanshi's body jumped, and jumped into the ring like a big bird, the pair of eyes on the hooked nose were full of contempt, and with a disdainful smile on his face, he looked up at the sky, Like a proud rooster, all the slaughterhouse disciples looked at this He Yuanshi's behavior, and their hearts were unhappy, they could see He Yuanshi's disdain for them, the slaughterhouse disciples, looking at them as if they were a dignitary looking at a beggar, although they were all human beings, but their status was obviously far apart, "Senior Brother He, please advise" Jiang Fengsuo was also angry at He Yuanshi's behavior, but in the way of etiquette, he still gave up his hands and said politely, and the strength of the spiritual cultivation world was respected, Even though Jiang Feng is obviously older than He Yuanshi, he still calls the latter his senior brother Jiang Feng's etiquette, but the arrogant He Yuanshi turned a blind eye to Jiang Feng's courtesy, and said contemptuously: "Do it, don't waste my time" "Hmph, eat my blood light fist" He Yuanshi was too proud, listening to the other party's contemptuous tone, Jiang Feng's unhappiness in his heart increased greatly, and he was no longer polite to the other party, and after snorting coldly, he bullied himself, and the aura in his body exploded, and the bright red blood-colored light covered his fist, approaching He Yuanshi's side, The blood light on the fist skyrocketed, and a punch blasted out, turning into a blood-colored light, "Sure enough, it is a disciple of the slaughtering hall, it is really bad, even this first-order spiritual skill dares to take it out and be embarrassed, let you see what is called a spiritual skill, gathering spirit hand" He Yuanshi faced Jiang Feng's blood light fist, with the slightest fear in his eyes, some were just thick disdain, did not dodge or avoid facing Jiang Feng's punch, stretched out a hand and turned it, the wisps of aura seemed to be pulled by him, and moved with his hand turning, These spiritual qi are like swords that cut off Jiang Feng's blood-colored light as much as possible, "How is this possible, my blood light fist was broken so easily, no, this is impossible" Jiang Feng muttered in disbelief, "There is nothing impossible, how can a mere first-order spiritual skill be compared to my second-order spiritual skill gathering hand, give it to me" He Yuanshi sneered disdainfully, and then moved his feet, and his body quickly came to Jiang Feng, and slapped his palm on Jiang Feng's chest.A low sound sounded, Jiang Feng's body flew upside down, slammed on the ground, and He Yuanshi turned around and got out of the ring, without waiting for the slaughterhouse master to announce the victory, the slaughterhouse disciple's face was pale, He Yuanshi's actions were an insult to the slaughterhouse master in their eyes, the slaughterhouse master was the host and referee of the selection competition, so generally speaking, even if the victory or defeat was scored, but in order to show respect for the referee, Or will wait for the other party to win or lose the result before getting out of the ring He Yuanshi's actions are not only an insult to the slaughterhouse master, but even more so to the disciples of the slaughterhouse, as the so-called one glory and one loss, even for their slaughterhouse master is with contempt and disdain, for them, the disciples of the slaughtering hall, his heart is naturally more prosperous Compared to the slaughterhouse disciples' faces, the slaughterhouse master's face is not wavering, just announcing the result: "The fifth competition He Yuanshi, the sixth competition" He doesn't seem to be angry on the surface, but who knows what's really going on in his heart. mobile phone reading,