Chapter 187: One Punch

As Hunyuan Daoist announced the start of the competition, everyone stood up and walked to the front of the signing cage. Ye Feng was not in a hurry, and watched as he pulled out a bamboo stick one by one. {first release}

When there was not much left, Ye Feng went up and took out a bamboo stick from the lottery cage, on which was written a series of numbers, number five hundred, that is to say, Ye Feng would not be able to play until the fifth round.

Not knowing who the opponent is yet, Ye Feng can only wait quietly, one hundred arenas suddenly light up, someone has already landed on the first arena, and then the second arena lights up, and someone also landed on it.

In just a few breaths, one hundred arenas were all lit up, and two hundred disciples appeared together, ranked from No. 1 to No. 100.

"Look quickly, three inner sect masters appeared in the first round, what's going on."

Ye Feng also looked over, one of them, Ye Feng, had even seen Ghost Ming of Shura Hall, and the others, Ye Feng had never seen.

But from the mouths of these disciples, Ye Feng quickly learned that the other senior senior brothers were Qiguan Kuangdao on the seventh ring, Ye Wuyou from the Wukuiyuan on the 20th ring, and Gui Ming , in the first round, there were three Tangkou masters appearing together.

Among the three, the one who attracted Ye Feng the most was this ghost, whose strength was unfathomable. Start trembling.

The battle started in an instant, and the higher-ups of the college were watching. They all worked hard to get a good ranking. More importantly, if they got the top 60, they would have the opportunity to go to the illusion. How many disciples dreamed of entering it.

"Bang bang bang!"

It only took a few breaths, and several people were already knocked out of the ring and eliminated in an instant.

Ye Feng's eyes fell firmly on Gui Ming's body. He saw his long sword unsheathed and his opponent fell directly to the bottom of the ring, completely unable to see what martial skill he was using.

"I didn't expect Brother Guiming's swordsmanship to be even more superb. His Kuaizi swordsmanship has reached the point of perfection."

Some people started to admire, they seemed to know Gui Ming's sword skills very well.

"Among the inner sect, when it comes to fast swords, only the high-ranking Gui Jianshou can compete with Gui Ming. The two swordsmanship is the same, and they both use the word fast, which is unpredictable."

After the battle, someone began to draw conclusions.

Crazy Blade in the seventh ring and Ye Wuyou in the 20th ring defeated their opponents with one move and successfully advanced.

This time, there are a total of 3,000 disciples participating in the Inner Sect Grand Competition. More than half of them will be eliminated on the first day, and the rest will continue to compete tomorrow until the last more than 100 people. After 60 people are determined, they will be eligible to enter the illusion middle.

The battle is not conducted casually, there is a time limit, each battle should not exceed half an hour, if the winner cannot be determined within half an hour, the intensity and strength of the attack will be used as the criterion.

For example, if the strengths of the two sides are almost the same, A attacks B with five palms and hits three palms, while B hits A with three palms and one palm hits, so that A can win, in order to save time, otherwise there will be no limit to the fight , Three days can't end at all.

The first round ended very quickly, and it took only an incense stick of time to decide the winner. The disciples who were eliminated in the first round looked depressed, especially when they met the disciples of the senior brothers. When he left, he still muttered, why did he meet them in the first round.

The second round started quickly. This time there were no bright spots, and the winner was decided quickly. The longest battle lasted for half an hour, and the winner was finally determined by attack power.

In the third round, fourth round, and by the fifth round, four hundred people had already been eliminated.

Ye Feng was No. 500, and he was the last one to play in the fifth round. At the end of the first four rounds, Xuan Yuan was eliminated 70 people, and only three managed to pass. It seems that the strength of Xuan Yuan is indeed at the bottom of Tianling Academy.

It can be seen now that Yizhongtian, who ranked first, won all the games and had no defeats. The second Tianxing Academy had only five disciples eliminated, and the third Wenxing Academy had only ten disciples eliminated.

Some other halls have eliminated more than a dozen people, and there are dozens of people. Only the Xuan Courtyard eliminated the most. Even the formations that were ranked behind the Xuan Courtyard last year performed very eye-catching this time. Some formation geniuses, using the formation With the convenience of the law, he won again and again.

"It seems that Xuan Yuan is destined to be at the bottom this year!"

After the four rounds, someone has already given the answer. Judging from the performance of the team, it may even hit the top five, but Xuan Yuan's performance in the first four rounds did not have any bright spots.

Leaping forward, Ye Feng landed slowly from the high platform using phantom movement. His movement was very elegant, unlike some of his disciples who were very rough, and could make a dull sound when he landed on the ring.

Like a wisp of fluff, without any weight, wanting to ride the wind away, Ye Feng's body fell so lightly, causing many people to exclaim.

"Such a profound martial art!"

Some girls began to applaud Ye Feng, with small stars showing in their eyes. Ye Feng's elegant body and handsome face immediately conquered some girls.

"It's just showing off your skills, and you don't win a fight by relying on your skills."

Some people were dissatisfied and began to hiss, thinking that Ye Feng was showing off.

There was already a figure standing on the stage number 100, watching Ye Feng fall slowly, with contempt in his eyes.

"You can't win by relying on body skills, I advise you to go back obediently!"

This man was two meters tall and very burly. He didn't seem to know Ye Feng. The moment Ye Feng fell down, he let out a sinister smile.

"You can only know after comparing!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

"I don't know how to live or die. Since you are not willing to admit defeat, I will throw you out and let you know how powerful I am as a mad cow in the Western Regions."

The man declared himself his family, and his body was indeed like a mad cow. It was so burly, and the explosive force seemed to burst his clothes.

"It's actually a mad cow from the Western Regions, this kid is in danger."

In the middle area, they could clearly see every move on the ring. When the burly man reported his name, some people began to feel sorry for Ye Feng. He was really wronged to meet Mad Bull in the first round.

Ye Feng sneered, did not speak, and looked at his opponent quietly, without even exuding his aura.

"Boy, you look like a new disciple. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. I will let you make a move. You should make the first move!"

Mad Bull was really crazy enough, he stretched out a finger, shook Ye Feng, and let Ye Feng make the first move.

"If that's the case, then I won't be polite!"

Ye Feng didn't bother to talk to him, although Mad Bull's strength was very good, infinitely close to the martial arts realm, but in Ye Feng's view, he was still an ant-like character.

With a flick of the body, it was like a cannonball, and it rushed over fiercely. It was just a punch, and even Ye Feng didn't use his true energy, relying on the strength of the flesh, like a beast, slammed over fiercely.

Unparalleled power pierces through the air. Even without the blessing of true qi, Ye Feng still has the power of hundreds of flying dragons, which is very terrifying.

The arm is like a golden dragon, and it emits bursts of dragon sounds, followed by a vast power of the god of the underworld. Ye Feng has the essence and blood of the God of Shura in his body. This is the ancestor of the demon clan. In ancient times, the demon clan was the leader. They are the most talented race, and they can evolve by devouring essence and blood, which is much faster than human cultivation.

Mad Bull of the Western Regions shrank his eyes, as if he didn't expect Ye Feng's power to be so powerful, and began to regret a bit, why did he make a move, before he had time to think, he raised his fist and counterattacked back.

"Shhhh..."

There were bursts of hisses from all around. Just now, the Mad Bull in the Western Regions wanted to make Ye Feng do something. Many people heard it clearly, but now they actually violated their promises and made a move brazenly.

At the moment Ye Feng shot, many strong men in the middle area looked over. Hongyue sat in the first row, still wearing a light veil, unable to see her true face, her eyes shot at Ye Feng.

Sitting next to her was Protector Gao, whose eyes also fell on Ye Feng, wanting to see how Ye Feng defeated his opponent.

The arenas are very large, each one has a size of 100 square meters, which is just right for fighting. The distance between the two is only ten meters away, and they collided instantly.

"boom!"

It was like a bomb exploded between the two of them, and a wave appeared against the sky, setting off a gust of wind, blowing a figure into the air, and throwing it fiercely, like a kite whose string was cut by someone, unable to control the direction of the kite .

"Crack!"

At the moment when the human body flew up, there was a crackling sound from inside his body, which was the cracking of bones.

"puff!"

The matter is far from over, the next thing is a stream of blood spurting out, the arena is made of high-grade bluestone, which is several times harder than ordinary bluestone, even if it is cut with a sword, it cannot be split. Ordinary metals are even harder.

The blood spilled on the bluestone was instantly absorbed without leaving a trace. This kind of bluestone is very strange, and it can absorb some things, so that it does not need to clean up the battlefield.

"boom!"

After taking a breath, the figure fell out of the ring and landed on the ground with an extremely dull sound, and his body was tightly attached to the ground. The referee went over to check and found that the person lying on the ground had died. Passed out.

"This round, Ye Feng wins!"

Each disciple had a token around his waist, with his name engraved on it, and the referee quickly announced the result.

Although Ye Feng's name has a certain reputation in the inner school, some people still don't know it very well, especially those disciples who just came back this time, it is basically vague.

Seeing Ye Feng finish off his opponent with one punch, Yang Hua nodded in satisfaction. Ye Feng saw that he had to go on in a domineering way, which was his style.

In the fifth round, Ye Feng was the first to end the opponent and returned to his own area. Kou Chenlong and the others immediately came up to congratulate.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sixth round, the seventh round, and the eighth round ended respectively. In the eighth round, Qi Ruomei appeared on the stage. His opponent saw that he was a senior sister of Black and White Hall and gave up voluntarily.

Until the afternoon, after fifteen rounds of the competition, a total of fifteen hundred people were eliminated, leaving only about one hundred people in Xuan Yuan.