Chapter 1529

After more than two years, ye Zichuan's ranking has dropped to more than 300.

And now, he came out of the border and continued to challenge.

This is undoubtedly a heavy news, let here suddenly burst the pot, sounded a warm voice.

Because ye Zichuan's reputation in this arena is too big, he is the first and the only one to win in a row.

In these 100 victories, dozens of them were contributed by Shengxue mountain.

Even now, there are many disciples of Shengxue mountain here. They have been watching him since they were defeated by Ye Zichuan.

They want to see ye Zichuan beaten by his elder brothers and sisters.

So this is 12 years.

For such a powerful living body as them, more than ten years is just a blink of an eye.

Ye Zichuan is on the stage again.

On such a large stone tablet, his ranking has dropped to 378, not far from 400.

Since then, many new names have appeared on the stone tablet.

Several of them have also achieved 100 consecutive victories.

These people are very strong.

"Come on! Send a message to elder martial brother and elder martial sister quickly, and say ye Zhetian will continue to challenge. "

"Yes, I almost forgot."

"Let the elder martial brothers and sisters get out of the mountain quickly and teach me a lesson."

The disciples of Shengxue mountain were excited and took out their own teleportation tools to begin the teleportation.

When ye Zichuan stepped into the challenge arena, everyone's eyes focused on him.

"How many are you going to challenge?" The referee asked voluntarily.

Ye Zichuan's eyes swept under the stele and saw many strange names.

Then he looked up at the top of the stone.

"Hiss, is he going to challenge the top group?"

"Look at the posture."

"In just ten years, he didn't make much progress. He chose the front one."

"I don't think it's a problem. He didn't do his best ten years ago. There's no problem in challenging the front."

"Isn't Cang Lan also said that this guy has the strength to break into the top ten, which can't be underestimated."

Among the voices of the public, ye Zichuan's voice rang.

"I'll start at 30th."

"What?"

Hearing these words, it's boiling again and exploding completely.

Is Ye Zichuan going to challenge from the 30th?

You know, he didn't make it to the top 30 when he won 100 consecutive games more than ten years ago.

Now in the past decade or so, the top 30 have accumulated more victories, and some weak people have been brushed down.

Now the top 30 can be recognized as the strongest 30 in the prefecture level.

It's just a few changes at most.

Now, as soon as ye Zichuan comes on the stage, he will challenge them, the strongest 30.

"Well, as you wish!" The referee's eyes lit up with anticipation.

The thirtieth, a man named yunmiao.

In a golden light, his figure came out.

Yes, this is a saint snow mountain disciple with a snow mountain embroidered on his chest. His strong breath is surging like a sea of stars.

"The leaves cover the sky!"

He recognized Ye Zichuan and read out his name.

More than a decade ago, they were all waiting for his challenge.

But I didn't expect that ye Zichuan would stop after a hundred consecutive victories, and he didn't appear again until now.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are!" Yunmiao stretched out a hand, black hair dancing, eyes as cold as a sword.

Ye Zichuan said nothing, but his body moved in an instant.

Such as thunder, such as lightning, too fast, with a sound of explosion, the void was suddenly smashed, ye Zichuan just stepped out, directly trampled out this side of time and space.

Yunmiao's pupils suddenly contracted, and his palms almost instinctively pushed forward.

The mighty and magnificent power gushed out from his hands. It was vast and magnificent. It overlapped and added together. It was like a rough sea of fog, with rolling waves and a deafening roar.

Ye Zichuan straight forward, in front of the void will blow out a punch.

With one punch, the world is still.

Powerful momentum into a piece of heaven, directly calmed everything.

The vast and boundless sea of divine power was directly crushed, completely smashed and turned into nothingness.

Yunmiao's face suddenly changed, and then he saw a fist quickly enlarged in his eyes.

With a roar, his strength surged out like a flood.

But it didn't work. His palms were smashed, then his arms, then his body.

Bang!

He flew out upside down and fell into the distance with a shower of blood.

He was covered with blood, and the front of his chest and abdomen was so bloody that his internal organs were exposed.

Ye Zichuan's fist had not yet fallen on him, so he flew away.

This scene makes it silent and the needle can be heard.

Everyone felt like a dream and didn't come back for a while.

Yunmiao, the 30th best disciple of Shengxue mountain, has accumulated more than 500 victories, but he has lost.

He lost miserably and was blown away with one blow.

If it wasn't for ye Zichuan's mercy, this blow could even completely crush his body.

"Gudong."

I don't know who is swallowing water, ringing in the silent space-time.

"How is it possible?"

There is a saint snow mountain disciple murmuring out a voice, until now still a burst of absence.

This is also a question in everyone's mind.

Yeah, how is that possible?

There is no doubt that yunmiao is powerful. It is the first echelon under the quasi heaven level, approaching the limit of the prefecture level gradually.

But now, he can't hold Ye Zichuan's fist.

This is not reasonable in any way?

Has Ye Zichuan reached the level of quasi heaven?

But it's not like that. He doesn't have a breath of heaven in his body. He's still at the prefecture level. He just needs to be thick and deep. Standing there is like an eternal mountain.

At last, the sound of air-conditioning is so clear.

But in the ears of the disciples of Shengxue mountain, it is so harsh.

They all look very ugly.

After more than ten years, ye Zichuan once again attacked them with his own strength, once again crushing the glory of Shengxue mountain.

Yunmiao stood up from a distance with a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

"I'm defeated?" It's like a question, or an exclamation.

He was puzzled, but admitted that he was defeated.

What he didn't understand was how could ye Zichuan be so strong?

Is he too weak to catch the other's fist.

"Yes." Ye Zichuan hugged him.

Then he looked at the stele again.

"Twenty ninth."

Yes, in the top 30, almost all people's names are hidden, and few people challenge them.

Because they have hardly moved in the past few years, all those who challenge them have failed, only to make their achievements more fruitful.

Therefore, ye Zichuan now plans to challenge the past one by one.