Tyrant Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1251 Depressed Chu Yun

Domineering words scattered in all directions, and no one was dissatisfied before the ring, because they all knew that Chu Yun did have this strength, otherwise she wouldn't have suddenly won in one fell swoop just now.

"You..." The corner of the yellow robe disciple's mouth twitched, his face full of embarrassment, even though he was unwilling to reconcile, he didn't have the courage to fight again.

Don't say that the rules don't allow it, even if the rules allow him, he doesn't have the confidence. With Chu Yun's current state and annoyed appearance, his ending is not as simple as being knocked out of the ring.

"Forget it, Junior Brother Min, your strength is far from Chu Yun's. Is it interesting to compete so much?"

"Hehe, Junior Brother Min, your arms can't twist your thighs, so it's better not to engage in such verbal disputes with Junior Sister Chu."

"A man can bend and stretch, and even if he loses, what's the use of talking about it? It's better to be open and aboveboard, at least it will be fun!"

Several fellow disciples stepped forward to comfort the yellow-robed disciple, apparently for his own good, but in fact they were using this special method to curry favor with Chu Yun.

But this proud inner genius didn't appreciate it, he let out a cold snort and ignored the yellow-robed disciple, turned around and walked off the ring.

"Except for Pang Ning and Chu Yun, the strength of these inner disciples seems to be similar. Where are those top geniuses?"

Jiang Tian stared intently at the fighting scenes in the arenas, and couldn't help frowning slightly, feeling a little puzzled.

Since he didn't know much about the situation of the inner sect, let alone a few inner sect disciples, at this moment he couldn't even tell who was the top genius of the inner sect.

Because judging from their shots, there is no such a strong and domineering character.

But after thinking about it, he guessed the reason!

Although Zongmen Huiwu has entered the third round and several rounds have passed, the strength displayed by everyone has not reached a high level. Under such circumstances, those top geniuses do not need to use too strong means at all. You can pass easily.

In his words, of course it is the same.

Thinking about the competition with Gao Hanyang just now, Jiang Tian couldn't help but smile leisurely.

Out of the dignity of being the first person in the outer sect, Gao Hanyang quickly left the square after his defeat. Otherwise, if he saw Di Feng being blown away with a single finger, the shock in his heart would have been even stronger.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tian couldn't help his eyes flickering, and his smile faded a little.

For a character like Gao Hanyang, one failure is actually enough.

After all, his aptitude is there. Once he works hard under the spur of the shame of defeat, his strength will grow rapidly. When we meet next time, he must not be judged by his current cultivation.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a low roar, this round of fighting came to an end.

After a brief draw of lots, the more than 300 disciples who had passed the test once again played against each other in pairs.

Although the remaining disciples are not weak at all, after repeated fights, many of them are still exhausted, and some of them frowned and complained secretly, it seems that they are almost exhausted.

"Damn it! I got the 26th lottery in the last round, but I got the 17th lottery in this round. Why is my luck so bad?" A thick-bodied disciple scratched his neck and complained in a rough voice.

"Hehe, no matter how unlucky you are, I am as unlucky as you are. In the last round, I was the No. 355 lottery. In this round, I directly drew the No. 7 lottery. I just got out of the ring and I am about to appear again!"

A thin disciple next to him looked at the lottery in his hand with a wry smile on his face, not to mention how depressed he was.

Although the opponent got the No. 17 lottery, they played earlier in the last round. In fact, they had already rested for a while. In comparison, they were much luckier than him.

"What? Hehe, in this case your luck is indeed much worse than mine!" The stout disciple laughed loudly, and the depression in his heart faded a lot.

The skinny disciple shook his head and sighed, swallowed two pills and forcibly refined them while speaking.

But because he was about to appear on the stage soon, these elixirs would definitely not have time to be completely refined, so he had no choice but to plan to deal with his opponent as much as possible after he took the stage, so as to buy precious time for himself to recover his spiritual power.

As soon as the words were finished, the elders of the Zongmen began to shout their names!

The disciples who got the first dozens of numbers complained one after another, looking at the elder with resentful eyes, the voice was really annoying to their ears, almost like a reminder for death.

The stout disciple patted the thin disciple on the shoulder and chuckled, "Let's go, it's time for us to play!"

"Hey! I hope the opponent is not too strong, otherwise I will definitely suffer."

The thin disciple walked towards the ring helplessly, but when he looked up, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his face became very ugly.

Standing on the arena was a graceful woman in white, who was indeed Chu Yun!

"It's over... It's over!" The skinny disciple had a bitter look on his face, and the depression in his heart couldn't be added.

At this moment, Chu Yun's beautiful face seemed not so good-looking anymore, especially those two calm eyes full of indifference, which were more like two cold swords, which made him daunting.

But there is no way, since the lottery has been drawn, he can only bite the bullet and play.

"Junior Sister Chu! The competition is over, and I still hope that Junior Sister...cough, please be merciful!" The thin disciple looked embarrassed and timid before fighting.

Chu Yun's eyes were indifferent, and she snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, just shoot!"

The skinny disciple's body froze and his heart trembled, but he didn't dare to hesitate.

If he was not decisive enough in front of Chu Yun, he might not even have a chance to make a move.

"Junior Sister Chu, offended!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, the skinny disciple let out a loud shout, and the aura in his body suddenly surged, and his body flickered like a dead tree swaying in a strong wind, rushing towards the opponent.

"The Gale Wind Broken Golden Claw!"

The ear-splitting violent shout swept across the void with spiritual power, causing ripples, and the dead wood-like arms slammed through the air, transforming into blue claw shadows!

"Hmph!" Chu Yun's pretty face sank slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, she raised her plain hand and slapped forward across the air.

Boom!

Amidst the dull roar, the white palm print appeared in a flash, and the cyan claw shadow was instantly shaken to pieces.

The thin disciple's eyes twitched violently, and he shook his arms to prepare to use another method. But at this time, Chu Yun had already rushed in front of him, and with a flip of his plain palm, he flicked his backhand lightly, and the tyrannical spiritual power instantly hit his body. chest.

"ah……"

Boom!

Amidst the dull roar, the thin disciple spat out blood, and flew out of the ring with his feet off the ground screaming.

It only took a few breaths of effort from the shot to the present, and the winner of this competition has been decided.

After winning, Chu Yun bowed to the elder and walked down the ring silently, but she couldn't help but glance at Jiang Tian out of the corner of her eye. When she saw that the other party was watching another ring competition intently, she couldn't help but frown slightly and felt depressed.

Jiang Tian pointed out that the situation of severely injuring Di Feng left a very deep impression on her heart, and she subconsciously had the idea of ​​wanting to compete.