Eternal Heart

Chen Yu stood in place and suddenly felt a cold, hostile look.

At first glance, he saw the fierce man with yin and yang heads, which was the "Hu Yiba" who was the fourth in the last session.

now.

The "evil circle" where Hu Yiba, Huang Yuan, Yang Fan and others are located has made many disciples afraid of approaching.

Wang Lingyun is a member of this circle.

Seeing Wang Lingyun's compliment, Chen Yu knew that he didn't have any good ideas.

as expected.

Several people in this wicked circle glanced at Chen Yu with a bad face.

Chen Yu didn't care, holding his number plate, and casually watched the fight on the match platform.

At his current level, at least 20 fights in front of the outside door are needed to be a bit of a fancy.

After more than a dozen battles.

A handsome young boy with fluttering hair stepped on Biwutai to brighten some female disciples' eyes.

"It's Lefeng!"

"Character of the Big Contest!"

Le Feng's handsome face and gentle temperament attracted many eyes.

Especially some female disciples.

"This music style is really the 'perfect prince' in the outer door."

"Hee hee, he is handsome, approachable, and trained as a high-strength, I heard that he is still the master of the big family."

In the eyes of a group of female disciples, Le Feng is perfect and impeccable.

On the stage.

Lefeng's opponent is a black-faced boy in the late period of pulse, and his strength can be ranked in the top 20.

This battle is a bit interesting.

"Start."

With a wave of law enforcement, the fight began.

"I'd like to see what you can do as an outside genius."

The dark-faced boy was not convinced.

The same is the later period of the pulse. Why is the other party a popular figure and is favored by so many female disciples?

Wavebreaker!

The black-faced boy waved a big knife in his hands, and his breath was surging on the blade's edge.

Huh!

But in front of his eyes, the aftershock flickered, and the wind of the sword wave was completely emptied.

The dark-faced boy screamed badly.

next moment.

Lefeng's figure moved to his side, and there were several roundabouts, and the afterimage flashed.

Huh!

The black-faced boy made a few knives in a row, all of them emptied, his face became more ugly.

Only after the actual confrontation did he understand how much the opponent's stature suppressed him.

Slap!

In the elegant footwork of Lefeng, a palm suddenly imprinted in front of him, and a wonderful breath of inner force came in.

clang!

The black-faced boy barely stabbed himself, but his figure was stunned, and the opponent's wonderful palm power took off his power.

"Come down."

Lefeng suddenly smiled and cut with the other hand.

"Dangyu".

The dark-faced boy numb his hands, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Okay!"

"It's so smart to take the sword with your bare hands!"

There was a cheer from the audience. Some female disciples even screamed.

Lefeng is so beautiful!

Even in the middle of the pavilion, there are three big men in Zongmen who look at each other.

"This seedling has some potential."

Yunyue Sovereign smiled.

The white-haired old man and Aunt Xia also nodded slightly.

This is also the first time since the war began and was recognized by the three great men.

"you……"

The black-faced teenager was so embarrassed that he couldn't wait to find a place to drill into it.

"Assign! This brother, although your internal interest knife is fierce, it is lacking in the use of internal interest."

Lefeng smiled and held his fists.

He picked up the big knife on the ground and handed it to the black-faced boy.

"Thank you for your guidance. I am convinced that I have lost."

The black-faced boy was flattered.

Le Feng wins without being arrogant, approachable, and has been unanimously recognized by the predecessors present.

"Cut! Hypocrisy ..."

A harsh voice came from the "evil circle".

The master of this voice is Huang Yuan.

He didn't like music, especially when he lost to music.

But soon, he was overwhelmed by the "cruel" of women.

"This music style is a tough enemy. I heard that this person is best at using swords, but he didn't even see them."

Hu Yiba sank.

This time, Hu Yiba's goal is at least the top three.

Well, LeFeng will be his great rival!

Outside the competition, A and B competed in two rounds to discuss each round.

"Duan Xiaolong is here."

No. 1 contested Taiwan, setting off a wave.

I saw a heroic man who stepped onto the competition stage.

"Duan Xiaolong!"

Chen Yu looked up. He is thunderous to this legendary outsider.

Duan Xiaolong was more than 20 years old, but he had a sense of vicissitude on his face.

His appearance attracted the respectful eyes of a group of disciples.

"Brother Duan, I should have given up. But it's an honor to fight with you."

On the opposite side, a young man with mid-pulse was nervous.

Iron plow fist!

After that, the teenager worked his whole life, punched out with a thunderous thunderous sound.

Ok?

Chen Yu found that the young man was playing "Iron Boxing Fist", which was familiar to him.

The power of this blow is naturally good.

Subconsciously, Chen Yu substituted herself into a teenager.

Iron plow fist!

A powerful punch, directly hit Duan Xiaolong's door.

Duan Xiaolong remained motionless and expressionless, and when the punch was completely old, he could not receive anything ... he moved!

Snapped!

A rough and strong hand grabbed the teenager's wrist.

The teenager's body was shaken and his body was stiff.

The same moment.

Chen Yu's body was shocked. Because of that moment, he "substituted" himself into the young man.

Duan Xiaolong's powerful grasp seemed to clasp on the snake's seven inches.

Chen Yu looked for a moment.

Although, he has more power and stronger boxing. But if the wrist is caught, how can it be carried?

Duan Xiaolong's shot gave him an extremely sophisticated and simple simplicity.

"I surrender."

The teenager's face turned red, his wrist seemed to be caught by iron tongs, and he couldn't move.

Duan Xiaolong debuted for the first time, so simple and simple.

Off the court, those disciples who want to compete for the first and third are dignified.

"Really good."

A faint laugh came from a handsome teenager holding a folding fan.

now. Only "Nangong Li", the first genius of the outside gate, can be evaluated lightly.

Coincidentally.

Soon after Duan Xiaolong appeared, Nangongli came on stage.

No. 2 contest station.

Nangong Li held the folding fan, and opposite was a grim boy holding a spear.

"Nangong Li to Yang Fan."

Many expectant eyes gathered in the contest of No. B.

Yang Fan had a silver gun in his hand, and his face was dignified. He knows that Nangong Li is strong, but even if he loses in the first game, he cannot lose too badly.

Stormrage Gun!

The silver gun in Yang Fan's hand trembled, and a horrifying horror of gunfire seemed like a rage, which flew directly into the Nangong ceremony.

The top ten combat power, regardless of the speed of the power or the timing of the shot, are difficult to pick.

"This Yang Fan's strength is a little better than when he played against me that day."

Chen Yu secretly.

At the outside meeting, he and Yang Fan played against each other at that time.

"Haha, it's not too weak."

Nangong Li held the folding fan in his hand, and he did not dodge or flicker, he just swiveled.

Awning!

The fan took a strong spin and drew it on Yang Fan's silver gun.

what!

Yang Fan's face changed greatly, he felt only his silver gun, and some stabbed to the ground uncontrollably.

"Don't think about it!"

Yang Fan's response was not bad. By virtue of this force, the silver gun took a breath and swept across a deep cold arc, sweeping the lower plate of Nangong Li.

it is good!

Everyone on the court could not help but applaud. The top ten outside doors are by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Ha ha."

A playful laugh came suddenly from the air.

Huh!

An afterimage was left in place, Nangong Li volleyed, and one foot stepped down.

That foot stepped on Yang Fan's silver gun.

not good!

Yang Fan felt only a strange soft force, sticking to his gun rod, but it was extremely heavy, making him breathless.

Pedal!

The next moment, Nangong Li followed the silver gun, jumped up, flew a kick, and pinched on Yang Fan's shoulder.

"Oh!"

Yang Fan was shocked to breathe out, and Zhenfei went out. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and the silver gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Nangong Lisheng!

In the playful area, Nangong Li's first genius was impressive.

"This Nangong ceremony, in terms of speed and even above the music style, was just playing at all."

Chen Yu looked very accurately.

Currently, among the opponents on the stage, Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong made him unclear.

A moment.

"Number 99 to number 106."

No. 2 contested the station, and the law enforcement screamed loudly.

Ok? Number 99!

Chen Yu's heart jumped, and it was her turn!

No. 2 contest station.

Chen Yu came on and looked at a skinny boy across from him.

The skinny boy, like him, is in the middle of the pulse, and is working on his internal interest, brewing attacks.

"Chen Yu!"

"He is the guy who eats soft rice and soaks Mu Xueqing in his hand?"

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

Among them, there is no lack of jealousy, disdain, and hostile eyes.

"Xue Qing?"

In the middle of the pavilion, Aunt Xia whispered.

"Sister Xia, Mu Xueqing mentioned in the crowd seems to be a disciple you recently received, right?"

Lord Yunyue laughed.

"Ok."

Aunt Xia bowed her head, and Mu Xueqing was her disciple.

At this moment, her eyebrows were stunned, and a young boy on the stage seemed to be in a bit of a struggle with her female disciple.

On stage, the confrontation begins!

Three inch punch!

The skinny boy on the opposite side shot very fast, and his fists trembled, almost in a blink of an eye.

Chen Yuyuan was ready to make a punch.

But he suddenly thought that the last time, he kicked the short young boy of Tiejianmen directly and got an internal injury.

Right now, a thin young man in the middle of the pulse is afraid of not being beaten.

Hmm ... after all, they are the same, so there is no need to play hard.

Remember here.

He changed his fist and grabbed it with his hands.

Snapped!

Chen Yu grabbed each other's fist with one hand.

The skinny teenager's face changed, and he felt the palm of the other person, like the Buddha's big hand, could not shake at all.

"From ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chen Yu waved, as if catching a ball, throwing the boy out of the contest.

because.

He remembers a rule, as long as he leaves the contest, the opponent will lose.

thump! Huh!

The boy was in the shape of a sandbag and was thrown out of Biwutai by Chen Yu. He also encountered several disciples.

Off the court, there was a sudden yelling.

"Ah!" Someone was knocked down and became a human cushion.

"I'm going! Trapeze."

"Why did people throw up this game?"

No. 2 contest station.

The two law enforcement officers met for a moment, looking strangely at Chen Yu, announcing his victory.