The Portal of Wonderland

After a fragrant time, there were a large number of people gathered around the ten platforms. However, no new disciple stood up and challenged. The hustle and bustle of the original hustle and bustle gradually calmed down.

Shi Mu is a little dumb.

He just saw a lot of new disciples clenching their hands, and their eyes were eager to try their colors. They should all wait for the first person who dared to challenge the old disciples.

When Shi Mu regained his gaze, he suddenly noticed that Bai Shi and Xiao Ming were slightly nervous. The heart was moving, and they were about to say something, but a voice was heard in the ear:

"The newcomers listened well, and no one has challenged in half an hour, so today's test will end early!"

On the high platform near the black stone tablet that records the ranking of the disciples of the C-class, a white-haired old man with a sleepy eye does not know when it appears there, holding a wine gourd in his hand and sitting on the wisteria seat lazily.

The old man didn't have a big voice, but he slid back and forth in the square like a blue sky, so that everyone in the place could hear it clearly.

The voice just fell, the audience boiled again, there was a new disciple's argument, and more was the laughter of the old disciples, and so on.

"I come!"

On a platform not far from Shimu, there was a burst of drink.

A group of people in the crowd showed up, like a big bird, usually swayed in the air, and then steadily fell in the center of the ring.

"Under Kang Yong, I want to challenge the 1,342-year-old brother of the well-being!" The figure was handed over to the second-class disciple who served as a referee on the ring.

The first 1,342 people can be regarded as the last of the old disciples. All the people in the audience were completely at ease, and they whispered at the same time.

Shi Mu fixed his eyes and looked at this person. His eyes were like flying eyes, his eyes were full of light, his appearance was full of explosive power, and he was not a mediocrity at first glance.

"Kang Yong? This name is a bit familiar."

Soon he remembered that this person was ranked 12th among the new disciples yesterday, and he was proficient in a boxing method called "Wind Cannon Nine Styles". Not only did he punch like a wind, but he also had a strong explosive force.

"Jinghan can come to fight in the battle! Three voices are not enough, as a waiver!" B-class disciple in front of Kang Yong gave him a glance and immediately shouted loudly.

The voice just fell, a face full of fierce youth jumped out of the crowd, turned a heel in the air, steady standing in front of Kang Yong, the body is obviously shorter than the other side, looking badly Kang Yong.

"Kang Yong asked the brothers to give pointers!" Kang Yong, who was in a good shape, was not weak, but was swept away by the fierce light in the other's eyes, but he couldn't help but have some coldness in his back, but then he had a chest.

"Where is so much nonsense, let's do it!" The fierce youth gave him a look and said evilly.

Kang Yong heard the words, his face was full of blood, his feet were a little bit collapsed, his body shape flashed, and he had already arrived behind the fierce youth. His right hand was shining brightly, and a blue fist shadow had already banged out.

The scornful color in the eyes of the youth is fleeting, and the body shape has turned, the two have already been in contact, and the twinkling lights are flashing.

"Hey!"

With a muffled sound, Kang Yong flew out like a broken kite, and was caught by people outside the ring. However, at this time, his face was gray and fainted, apparently not hurt.

The fierce youth patted his hands and walked down the platform if nothing happened.

The following new disciples suddenly stunned.

Most of them didn't even see anything in the past, and there were still a few lucky ones. At this moment, they completely extinguished their minds.

Shi Mu's face was gloomy.

Although he stood a little farther, the scene just looked very real.

Kang Yong's movements were indeed very fast. The fists were picked up by the well cold and the body, but the other side was much deeper. Under the violent fire attribute of the other side, it was directly shaken out.

After the fierce youth went down, Yu Wei was still there, and the scene was cold again. No one came to power again.

Just as Shi Mu secretly reminiscent of the scene, not far from the front, Bai Shi was a long laugh and flew up to the ring. He challenged the first, 341, the public Chunpeng.

Soon, a dark-faced boy with a common face appeared in front of him. After the two had a good relationship, the test began.

When Bai Shiyi came up, he took a violent offensive, but he saw his arms bulging and bulging, and the shadow of the sky was bombarded with the black boy. The boxing sound banged, and the faintness was like a large red light, and the burning atmosphere immediately filled. It’s so open that people who are close to the stage feel that the heat is blowing.

The stone shepherd is condensed.

After Shiraishi joined the Lingzun Pavilion, the body's infuriating power has increased a lot. As for Yanggong, I am afraid that I have repaired to a higher level. The flames of the flames are hidden in red light, and they are also very refined.

On the platform, the black boy was calm, his body shape remained in place, and his right hand lifted up and turned into a pale blue palm, completely blocking the offensive of White Rock.

The white stone face flashed differently, and the two arms were thick and wide, and the shadow of the sky suddenly rose three inches. For example, the same group of fiery air masses instantly shrouded the black boy.

At this time, the black boy finally moved!

But seeing his body shape turned around, a strange blue cyclone rose out of the air, and immediately rushed out of a gap in the surrounding boxing shadow, while the body shape shook, turning into three black shadows to the white stone.

Bai Shi only felt that there was a flower in front of him. The black boy had already arrived in front of him. Under the shock, both hands instinctively took care of the chest and abdomen to the chest, and a blue hand of Jian Yu Jin Tie was printed.

"Hey!" A loud noise.

The potential of the mountain is coming!

Shiraishi only felt a numbness in his arms and immediately opened the door.

The black boy flashed under the black shadow, and the right leg was like a long gun. It was already on the chest of Shiraishi. When the power spit, the white stone body shook and immediately flew out like a sack.

Under the stage, Xiao Ming was shocked, but immediately jumped into the air and took Bai Shi down in midair. The powerful force made him fall back three steps before he landed.

These are long words, but they are only a short moment.

Most of the following new disciples only saw that Bai Shi had just rushed in the shadow of the sky. The black boy’s figure flashed quickly, and Bai Shi was kicked by a kick. He could not help but be shocked and afraid.

Bai Shi sat down in the same place with Xiao Ming's help, and closed his eyes for a moment, and his face gradually returned to normal.

"White brother, you are fine!"

At this time, Shi Mu also slowly came over and glanced at the striking footprints of the white stone chest, asking dignifiedly.

Shiraishi opened his eyes to see Shimu, and smiled and shook his head.

At this moment, Shi Mu’s eyes caught a familiar figure, and Bai Shi and Xiao Ming seemed to find something. The three looked at somewhere at the same time.

Originally on another platform outside the dozens of feet, Lan Feng had already selected the opponent. Standing opposite her, she was a beautiful woman in a pink dress.