Chapter 787: Bad Luck

I have to say, Ye Hui's luck is really... bad! through! up!

In the first round, Ye Hui's opponent turned out to be Yan Suiming from Ming Jingzong...

That mission with Ye Hui, the number one disciple of Ming Jingzong, Yan Suiming.

This result really shocked everyone.

Yan Suiming looked at his opponent indifferently, with endless deep meaning rolling in his glazed eyes.

Ever since returning from Baishi ghost land, Yan Suiming always thought of Lu Jiuque who was pushed into the torrent by Ni Shaoyao.

Like everyone else, he thought Lu Jiuque was dead.

After all, the power of the torrent was detected by a disciple of the Mirror Sect at the cost of his life.

I didn't expect that she was still alive and well.

Yan Suiming didn't know whether he was lucky or regretful.

Fortunately, because Lu Jiuque is indeed a rare ghost, but unfortunately, because he missed such an opportunity to eliminate his hidden opponent.

Lu Jiuque made him feel too unfathomable, such a woman, no, it should be said to be a witch, definitely not something in the pool.

If you will never be an enemy of her for the rest of your life, then let it go. If there is a conflict of interests in the future, he must be the one who will be beheaded and killed.

However, they are now on the opposite side, and that conflict is absolutely inevitable.

For the current plan, he can only see the tricks.

As the chief judge fell loudly, Yan Suiming smiled slightly, cupped his hands at Ye Hui, nodded and said, "Young Xia Ye, please."

Clean and neat, without a word of nonsense, this is right for Ye Hui's mind.

"Young Xia Yan, please!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Suiming's figure was vertical, and he swept up in the air. His powerful strength made the stone slabs of the arena "creak". You must know that this is paved with black black stones. Beyond people's imagination.

Even Hei Xuanshi couldn't bear Yan Suiming's "strength". It can be seen that he didn't underestimate Ye Hui because his opponent was Ye Hui, or show mercy. He was going all out,

This is the best tribute to the opponent, the highest respect!

"brush--"

A piercing sound came, and his leg whip was like a tiger, whipping down hard, as fast as thunder.

Ye Hui didn't dodge, but went forward.

He leaned over and dodged like an agile cheetah. At the same time, he grabbed Yan Suiming's neck with five fingers.

The latter raised his hand once, and the vibration made both of their arms go numb at the same time.

The faces of both of them sank, and they quickly counterattacked.

Elbows, fists, palms, legs, and even headbutts, they clashed in a staggered manner, and the wind was so fast that the audience was stunned!

To be honest, it is reasonable for Yan Suiming to have such an outstanding performance. Who calls him the big brother of Ming Jingzong?

But what happened to this little-known little guy?

Is it the dark horse that the Soul Fighting Sect retains its strength?

Or... is it that even an ordinary disciple of the Soul Fighting Sect is so terrifying? !

Zuo Lengyang held the teacup in his hand, his eyes seemed to be calm, but the veins on the back of the hand holding the teacup were tense.

Sitting next to Zuo Lengyang, Mengtu, the Northern Envoy, found out, grinned, patted Zuo Lengyang on the shoulder and said, "I see, your apprentice will have a tough fight..."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Hui turned over and fell to the ground two times in succession, but before he could stand still, Yan Suiming suddenly approached and punched heavily!

"Boom!"

"uh-huh……"

The muffled sound of punches on the muscles, and Ye Hui's unbearable pain sounded at the same time, making one's scalp numb...