I, The Only Male Disciple in School

The sky gradually turned yellow, and when the rising battle ended, it was almost dusk.

The Grand Tournament will not be changed because of the darkening of the sky.

As a Practitioner, he has the ability to fight all the time, so the battle of the middle class was launched shortly afterwards.

The sound of the competition field gradually subsided, and the broadcast stations also started the first battle of the middle-rate battle.

16 in the first ring is 8.

Lin Feng was scheduled to play in the eighth group, which is the last group.

During this time, the Practitioner who participated in the mid-stream battle can only stay in the field and cannot return to the audience, so Lin Feng can only look at the performance of other people first.

The first group of the first ring is a Dharma Realm of Wan Jianzong, against a Yuanshen Realm of Zhentianmen.

This Dharma Realm powerhouse is the seed player of Wan Jianzong this time, no matter who meets him, he must take off a layer of skin.

And Lin Feng is not worried about going against each other, because from the perspective of his adversary, in the second round of 8 to 4, he is also against the winner of the seventh group, so how can he not be against the first group of players. .

And the seventh group is the competition between the two Yuanshen realms.

No matter who wins, Lin Feng is confident enough to win.

Therefore, Lin Feng did not focus on the first ring, but looked at the masked man on the second broadcast station.

Of course, he also wanted to pay attention to the situation in Wan Dachun, who was possessed by the ancestor of the Wan family.

18 But because the fourth ring is too far away, he can't see it unless he is flying to the sky or has a perspective eye.

So, I can only take the second place and look at the guy posing as own.

The first competition in the second ring was a peak of the Yuanshen Realm of Wan Jianzong against a Practitioner of the Xingyun Sect's Spiritual Realm.

After only half a minute, the Spiritual Realm Practitioner was beaten up and surrendered.

Although the defeat was a bit tragic, not many people dared to laugh at the loser.

Because those who can stand on the mid-stream competition are the best of the four major factions in the past.

In other words, the group of people who have the face to return to their alma mater are much more successful than ordinary graduates.

"Look! He's on it!"

Just when Lin Feng was looking for the figure of the mask man, the mask man walked up from the other side of the ring.

In the voice, every step of the masked man was extremely firm and steady, as if he was an expert outside the world.

The appearance of the masked man was the most vigorously shouted than the contemporary disciples of Zhentianmen in the stands.

All of them had excitement on their faces, and the sound of support of "senior! senior!" was wave after wave.

There were a dozen people, and they shouted out the scale of hundreds of people!

Seeing that the disciples of Zhentianmen were so excited, all the surrounding disciples of Wanjianzong were dumbfounded.

These disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect naturally knew who this masked man was. This was the hottest person in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect in the past two days.

The other party's concealment is even more mysterious, and people have to think about it.

"What is the strength of your senior?"

"Brother, give us the bottom line! What kind of legend is this Feng Qingyang at Zhentian Gate?"

"Sword intent is super, we are too on Elder, and also come to participate in the battle of the middle class, a little dog!"

"How about you senior with Huang Dao and Ghost Blade Axingbi?"

"Sand sculptures are better than ours, too, Elder. What are you comparing to the zodiac?"

When I heard the questions from the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the faces of these disciples of Zhentianmen were all Tsundere!

I have to say that the performance of the Zhentianmen disciples at this moment also seems to confirm that there is an extremely powerful senior in their door, who is deeply admired by them.

"Our senior comes and goes without a trace, our strength is unfathomable!"

"That's right! Master Huang Dao and A Xing also said they would be willing to go down the wind!"

"You'll know when you look at it for yourself in a while!"

The disciple of Zhentianmen didn't seem to want to say much at all, his eyes were always fixed on the masked person on the field, for fear of missing every move of the opponent.

What the disciple of Wan Jianzong saw from the disciple of Zhentianmen was a strong self-confidence.

As a result, they also began to feel lost.

We must know that the first opponent of this masked man was an early stage powerhouse of Yuanshen Realm of their Wan Jianzong.

As far as the present momentum is concerned, it seems that the mask is already short.

The second ring.

At this time, the two sides of the competition have come to the arena, standing ten meters apart.

From the moment the Mask Man walked onto the broadcast station, there was no extra movement on his body.

Walking calmly, even the eyes exposed in the mask can't see any fluctuations.

He is like a cultivator who has been in the mountains and forests for decades. Just this calmness has a kind of stability that doesn't fit his age.

In a certain position in the stands, Yin Lei stared at the masked man on the court.

"That's not right! That Feng Qingyang is very handsome, it's not the temperament."

Yin Lei has been looking for Feng Qingyang since he was slapped in the face at the sword test.

Until this moment, he saw the masked man.

However, as the only one who had close contact with Feng Qingyang, he found that the masked man on the second ring does not seem to be the Feng Qingyang of yesterday.

Yin Lei's words were heard by the juniors next to him.

"Brother Yin, I know that you were humiliated and embarrassed. But this masked person, at first glance, is Feng Qingyang, maybe he slapped you in the face on purpose yesterday." A junior said.

"But why is he wearing a mask this time? Since he is so mad, he shouldn't cover his face." Yin Lei still had doubts.

"It's normal. He knows that many people are looking for him now, so he puts on a mask. You never think that just a Sword intent surpasses too much Elder, and it is really invincible, right? His Cultivation Base is just a ground. It's a gang environment."

This sentence from the younger brother made Yin Lei want to understand something.

Although the younger brother is very reasonable, there is always a voice in his heart telling

This guy in front of him is not Feng Qingyang!

"Early Stage of Yuanshen Realm, Zhang Huan!"

Zhang Huan, the disciple of Wan Jianzong on the second ring, had a little weak feet at this moment.

He never expected that the first opponent of own would be Zhentianmen Feng Qingyang, which has been very popular in the past two days!

About this Feng Qingyang, he 510 also learned about it yesterday.

Using a wooden sword to smash the test sword stone, and also drew too much Elder out. In thousands of years, there has not been such a person!

Wan Jianzong takes the sword as its name, and every disciple knows the difficulty of using the sword to enter the Dao and the sword to the sacred.

Every disciple has spent his entire life pursuing to become a sword saint, but the sword saint is an unclimbable peak. I don't know how many people died on the mountainside.

Even the supreme Elder of Wan Jianzong has never set foot on the summit, which shows the difficulty of the journey.

But now, a living sword saint is right in front of him, how can this make him calm?

Zhang Huan looked at the black and white mask and felt that at least tens of thousands of eyes were staring at him around him.At this moment, he was under tremendous pressure!

"The pinnacle of the Earth Gang Realm, Zhentian Gate, the wind and the sun!"

As soon as the mask man's voice fell, a sword flew out of his sleeve, and it stuck straight between him and Zhang Huan!

The sword is like a buzzing, and the beak is humming!

This hand,

It astounded the vast majority of people present!

From the entire stand, the sound of a mountain whistling and a tsunami suddenly erupted!

Zhang Huan stared at the sword full of magic.

At this moment, I seemed to feel that I was being enveloped by an extremely powerful force.

The legs are even more filled with lead, and they can't move!

I don't know how long it took. When the sword in the middle stopped beeping, his pressure finally overwhelmed him.

Zhang Huan, sweating profusely, supported his shaky body with a sword, and shouted:

"I surrender!".

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