Chapter 787: Terrible Luck

It has to be said that Ye Hui's luck is really... rotten! Terribly!

In the first round, Ye Hui's opponent turned out to be Yan Suiming of Mingjing Sect...

Yan Suiming, the top disciple of Mingjing Sect who went on a mission with Ye Hui. LieΩwenΩ.com『

Such a result really shocked everyone.

Yan Suiming looked at his opponent indifferently, and his glass-like eyes were filled with endless deep meaning.

Ever since returning from the Baishi Ghost Land, Yan Suiming always thought of 6 Jiuque who was pushed into the torrent by Ni Shaoyao.

Like everyone else, he thought 6 Jiuque was dead.

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

Unexpectedly, she was still alive and well.

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

Fortunately, 6 Jiuque was indeed a rare genius, and regretful because he missed such an opportunity to eliminate his hidden opponent.

6 Jiuque gave him the feeling that he was too unfathomable. Such a woman, no, it should be said that she was a witch, was definitely not an ordinary person.

If he would never be her enemy in his life, then so be it. If there was a conflict of interest in the future, then he would be the one to be killed.

However, they were now standing on opposite sides, and the conflict was absolutely inevitable.

For now, he could only respond to her moves.

As the chief judge's voice fell, Yan Suiming smiled slightly, bowed to Ye Hui, and nodded, "Young Master Ye, please."

Clean and neat, without a word of nonsense, this was what Ye Hui wanted.

"Young Master Yan, please!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Suiming leaped up into the air, and his powerful force made the stone slabs of the arena creak. You know, this is paved with black xuan stone, and its strength and hardness are beyond people's imagination.

Even the black stone was somewhat unable to withstand Yan Suiming's "force", which shows that he did not look down on his opponent because his opponent was Ye Hui, or show mercy. He was going all out, which was the best tribute to his opponent and the highest respect!

"Swish——"

A sound of breaking through the air came, and his leg whip was as powerful as a tiger, whipping down fiercely, as fast as thunder.

Ye Hui did not dodge, but went forward to fight.

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

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

Both of them had a gloomy face and quickly counterattacked.

Elbows, fists, palms, legs, and even headbutts, Luo Cuo fought so fast that it swept the wind, leaving the audience stunned!

To ​​be honest, it is reasonable that Yan Suiming would have such an outstanding performance. Who said he was the eldest brother of Mingjing Sect?

But what's the matter with this unknown little person?

Is he the dark horse of Douhun Sect to retain its strength?

Or... even an ordinary disciple of the Fighting Soul Sect has reached such a terrifying level? !

Zuo Lengyang held the teacup in his hand, seemingly calm, but the veins on the back of his hand holding the teacup were tightly stretched.

Meng Tu, the Northern Envoy sitting next to Zuo Lengyang, appeared, grinned, patted Zuo Lengyang on the shoulder and said: "I think your disciple will have a hard fight..."

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Hui fell to the ground twice in succession, and before he could stand firmly, Yan Suiming suddenly approached and punched him hard!

"Bang!!"

"Hmm..."

The dull sound of the punch on the muscle and Ye Hui's suppressed cry of pain sounded at the same time, making people's scalp numb...