Immortal Martial Venerable

The fight with no rules scares many people. You must know that there are no rules. It not only determines the outcome, but also determines life and death. In other words, people will die.

More than a thousand testers in the square have finally passed the test and are standing here. Who wants to go up there and die?

However, many people are unwilling to do so, because if they don't show off their amazing cultivation and talents, they won't be able to attract the attention of the twelve elders in the sky.

If you want to become an elder disciple of the Ancestral Mountain Villa, one of the thirty-six villas in Yingtian, you have to go up to the ring and have a try.

However, the most terrible thing is that the Tsing Yi disciples in Yingtian Courtyard who are below the level of Immortal God are also qualified to enter the ring, which makes this year's trialists feel very unfair.

Ten years is a long time for mortals. After ten years of training, those Tsing Yi disciples in Yingtian Villa are still not immortals, but they are probably close to it.

In a duel with these Tsing Yi disciples, who dares to say that he can win surely?

"What, are they all cowards? If not, just come up to me."

At this time, the fat man on the stage shouted to everyone in the audience.

"Too arrogant!"

The trialists of this year were very unhappy and wanted to knock the fat pig off the ring, but there were lessons learned from the past. The unlucky guy from the Thunder Clan was still in a coma.

Yang Zhan was also very angry when he saw this scene.

"What, you want to go up and teach that guy a lesson?"

Gu Fei clasped his hands on his chest, looked at the fat man on the ring and said, although this fat man looked very strong, he was only at the innate mid-level level. []

But this fat man's body fat is amazing, and his ability to withstand a beating is absolutely awesome.

It would be difficult for ordinary innate monks to win against this guy unless they use weapons, but not everyone can possess spiritual weapons.

Yang Zhan has a spiritual weapon, and so does Wang Long. Ling Feng is lame in one leg and has been eliminated. It is hard to say whether he can join his tribe.

"The disciples of this generation don't seem to be very good!"

An elder in purple sitting high above the clouds shook his head and said.

“It’s too early to say that.

"The great elder said calmly.

"Senior brother is right!"

The elder said quickly.

The twelve elders of the other courtyard accept disciples every ten years, but only the top twelve disciples in the unruled competition have the opportunity to become the elder's disciples.

This is just a chance. If the twelve elders don't like the twelve winning disciples, they don't have to accept disciples. Therefore, whether to accept disciples or not just depends on the mood of the twelve elders.

The great elder has the fewest disciples, only nine disciples, only two more than the master.

The Twelve Elders have the most disciples, with a total of thirty-two entry-level disciples.

There seems to be no use in having many disciples, because the master only has seven disciples, but Shangguan Feixiong alone can sweep all the elders' disciples.

At this time, senior brother Shangguan Feixiong, who was sitting under the twelfth elder, looked at the new disciples in the square with a smile. There were still some good talents among the new disciples of this year.

"I'll meet you for a minute."

At this moment, a loud shout rang out from the square, and a figure rose into the sky, landed on the ring, and then walked to the opposite side of the fat man.

This is a monk who looks like a seven or eight-year-old child. However, all the monks in the square dare not underestimate him, because this monk who looks like a child has an extremely domineering nickname, Little Bully!

"He can't calm down anymore?"

When Gu Fei looked at the man, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. Was Feng Yu impulsive? Probably not, because this guy has someone in Yingtian Villa.

When he entered the Yingtian Sect's annex for the first time that day, Gu Fei sensed that Feng Yu was with a saint-king-level presence. The saint-king was now sitting on the clouds in the sky.

The Wind Clan’s heritage is indeed profound!

Of course, Gu Fei didn't take the Wind Clan seriously.

"Hey, little guy, I think you'd better go down, otherwise I'll accidentally beat you to death, which would be bad." The fat man said with a grin.

Hearing this, Feng Yu showed a trace of disdain on his face and said, "It's just you? You still want to beat me to death? Then try it."

Feng Yu waved to the fat man with a disapproving look on his face.

"you wanna die!"

Feng Yu's disdainful eyes deeply hurt the fat man. He saw the fat man put his feet on the ground and the whole arena shook. The next moment, he jumped up from the ground like a huge rubber ball. It hit Feng Yu directly.

"No!"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the ring was shocked. This fat man's attack was really strange. Did he want to use his huge body to crush Feng Yu to death?

Feng Yu stared at the fat man smashed down from the sky, and a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. The next moment, he danced with his hands, and transparent wind blades rushed out from his hands.

Although the wind blade was invisible, it made a slight sound of breaking through the air when it moved rapidly in the void.

"This is"

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he makes a move. When Feng Yu made a move, he immediately startled the fat man.

I saw that the clothes on the fat man were instantly cut by the wind blades, and those wind blades struck the fat man's body as if they were chopping on cotton. They were all bounced away without hurting him at all.

Feng Yu disappeared in the next moment, like a breeze, without a trace.

"boom!"

The fat man directly hit the ring, and the whole ring shook. If it were not for the blessing of immortal power, the ring would probably collapse.

"Storm Fist!"

Feng Yu's figure appeared in the sky above Fatty, and the next moment, countless fists smashed towards Fatty like a violent storm.

"Haha, come on!"

The fat man laughed and said.

The next moment, countless fists hit the fat man's body instantly. Fist marks immediately appeared on the fat man's body, and these fist marks were directly trapped in the fat man's body.

However, the next moment, these fist marks disappeared, and all the collapsed fat bounced back, and countless violent fists hit the fat man's body, as if it was scratching an itch.

"this"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the ring was shocked. This fat man is a pervert.

"Little one, haven't you had any milk? Come back after you've had enough milk!"

When the fat man spoke loudly, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed Feng Yu.

"Wind tornado!"

Feng Yu's body swayed, and an extremely powerful wind immediately burst out from his body, forming a vortex that enveloped the fat man.

The strong wind formed a tornado, and the fat man's bulky body was staggered by the wind. The next moment, the wind force increased sharply, and the fat man was swept directly into the sky.