A powerful punch hit Duan Xiaolong in the face.

Duan Xiaolong did not move at all, his face was expressionless, and when that punch was completely old and he could not stop... he moved!

Bang!

A rough and powerful hand grabbed the boy's wrist.

The boy's body shook and his body was stiff.

The same moment.

Chen Yu's body was shocked because at that moment just now, he "injected" himself into the boy.

Duan Xiaolong's powerful grab seemed to be buckled on the snake's seven inches.

Chen Yu's face turned stern.

Although he has greater strength and stronger boxing skills, how can he use his strength if he is locked up his wrist?

Duan Xiaolong's move gave him a sense of simplicity that was extremely sophisticated and simple.

"I admit defeat."

The boy's face turned red, his wrist seemed to be stuck by iron clamps, and he could not move.

Duan Xiaolong made his debut for the first time, and it was so simple.

Off the field, those disciples who wanted to compete for the first place and the top three had a serious face.

“It’s really good.”

A faint laugh came from a handsome young man holding a folding fan.

At this moment, only the "Nangong Li", the number one genius in the outer sect, can evaluate it calmly.

It's a coincidence.

Shortly after Duan Xiaolong appeared, Nangong Li came on stage.

No. B competition platform.

Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hand, and opposite was a cold boy holding a spear.

"Nangong Li vs. Yang Fan."

Many anticipated eyes gathered at the No. 1 B competition platform.

Yang Fan held the silver spear in his hand and his face was solemn. He knew that Nangong Li was very strong, but even if he lost in his first game, he could not lose too badly.

Storm gun!

Yang Fan's silver spear shook, and a storm-like cold light of the gun shadow was like an angry dragon, rushing straight to Nangong Li.

The combat power of the top ten outside goals is difficult to pick on, regardless of power and speed, or timing of shooting.

"Yang Fan's strength is a little stronger than when he fought with me that day."

Chen Yu said intimately.

At the external exchange meeting, he fought with Yang Fan, and the match was evenly matched.

"Haha, it's not too weak."

Nangong Li held the folding fan in his hand, and did not dodge or dodge, and turned it straight.

Pot bang!

The fan, with a powerful spiral force, raked on Yang Fan's silver spear.

What!

Yang Fan's expression changed drastically, and he felt that his silver spear had stabbed towards the ground uncontrollably.

"Don't think about it! Scan—"

Yang Fan's reaction was not bad, so he simply took advantage of this force and the inner breath on the silver spear was lit, passing through a deep cold arc, sweeping Nangong Li's lower plate.

good!

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but applaud. Ten in front of the outside door were definitely not easy to save money.

"hehe."

The playful laughter suddenly came from mid-air.

Swish!

A afterimage was left on the spot, and Nangong Li rose into the air and stepped down with one foot.

That kick stepped on Yang Fan's silver spear.

not good!

Yang Fan felt a strange softness sticking to his gun, but it was extremely heavy, making him breathe heavily.

Pick!

The next moment, Nangong Li jumped up along the silver spear, kicked Yang Fan on the shoulder.

"Bang!"

Yang Fan was shocked by a shocking internal breath, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and the silver spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Nangong Lisheng!

While laughing and playing, Nangong Li's first genius's strength is impressive.

"This Nangong Li is even more skillful than the musical wind, and he was just playing."

Chen Yu saw it very accurately.

At present, among the opponents that appeared, only Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong, which made him unable to see clearly.

At some point.

“No. 99 vs. No. 106.”

At the No. 1 martial arts competition platform, the law enforcement officer shouted loudly.

Well? No. 99!

Chen Yu's heart was thrilled, it was his turn to make his debut!

No. B competition platform.

Chen Yu came on stage and looked at a thin boy opposite him.

The thin young man, who had the same mid-stage cultivation as him, was circulating his internal breath and brewing attacks.

"Chen Yu!"

"He is the guy who has a soft meal and can make 'Mu Xueqing'?"

A commotion suddenly came from the crowd.

Among them, there are many jealous, disdainful and hostile gazes.

"Xueqing?"

In the pavilion in the middle, Mr. Xia exclaimed lightly.

"Junior Sister Xia, Mu Xueqing mentioned in the crowd seems to be the disciple you have recently accepted?"

Master Yunyue smiled and said.

"Um."

Mr. Xia nodded, Mu Xueqing was her disciple.

At this moment, she frowned slightly, and a young man on the stage seemed to have some entanglements with her female disciple.

On stage, the confrontation begins!

Three-inch fist!

The thin boy opposite, he made a very quick move, and his fists roared in shock, and almost blinked in front of Chen Yu.

Chen Yuyuan was ready and punched him.

But he suddenly thought that last time he kicked the short boy from the Iron Sword Sect to extricate his internal injuries.

At present, a thin boy in the middle stage of Tongmai is afraid that he will not be able to take any more treatment.

Well... After all, they are all fellow disciples, so there is no need to take ruthless actions.

Think about it here.

He changed his fist and grabbed it with his hands.

Bang!

Chen Yu grabbed the other party's fist with one hand.

The thin boy's face changed and he felt that the other person's palm was like the Buddha's big hand, and he could not shake it at all.
To be continued...