Chapter 44

Yuntian Peak.

There was a lot of chaos in the audience, which shocked the audience.

The charming and beautiful girl "Jiang Yun'er" who descended from the sky attracted a group of male disciples to "crash".

Each of these people wants to be a hero to save the beauty, and embrace the beauty, no matter how bad it is, they want to take advantage of it.

There were as many as ten or twenty people participating, and dozens of people were affected.

"Ah! I arrived first!"

"Go away...the beauty is mine!"

In the crowd, some disciples collided with each other and their heads were broken.

There were at least five or six people who were trampled on, making miserable screams.

Long arm punch!

Thirteen willow leaves!

Under the looting, there was no shortage of people who fought hard, and the wins were heard endlessly.

Final Results.

Colliding and restraining each other, no one could hug the beauty.

"ah!"

With a scream, Jiang Yun'er's tender body fell into the crowd, and her face turned red instantly.

Several male disciples who were hit by the smashed, scrambled to hug and drag the girl.

"Get out!"

Jiang Yun'er went berserk, kicked a few male disciples who took advantage of the opportunity, and flew away.

"Bang!"

The crowd was dusty, knocking down a few more.

"quiet!"

A majestic voice descended out of thin air with a strong spiritual coercion.

Instantly.

All the disciples in the field felt as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, and their breath and blood stagnated.

There was silence.

The coercive voice came from the pavilion in the middle.

Sect Master Yunyue's indifferent gaze scanned the disciples under the stage, suppressing the scene.

only.

In the scene just now, the middle and high-level members of the sect present looked at each other with strange expressions.

middle pavilion.

"Is this the brat who has emotional entanglements with Junior Sister Xia's female disciple?"

The old man with white beard narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Yu.

Suddenly, he found that this young man looked a little familiar.

Oh... I remembered, when I was in Tianwu Pavilion, this son got the "Bronze Statue Art" from "Old Man Mao", and I don't know how it went.

The white-bearded old man, who was Nan Gongli's grandfather, had a bright light in his eyes.

"Hmph! This kid is so rude and arrogant, disrupting the order of the competition, brother suzerain, do you think he should be disqualified from the competition?"

Aunt Xia frowned slightly, and there was a hint of displeasure on her dignified and pretty face.

Obviously.

This Aunt Xia, known as "Xia Yu Fairy", was dissatisfied with Chen Yu's behavior.

Chen Yu's ungentlemanly behavior of showing no pity for women is enough to disgust most women.

not to mention.

There is some emotional entanglement between Chen Yu and Mu Xueqing, Aunt Xia's female disciple.

"Disqualification?"

Sect Master Yunyue shook his head and said: "I'm afraid this is a bit of a big deal. This kid has not violated the rules of the competition. As long as the opponent is let out of the competition ring, he is indeed the winner. There is nothing to criticize. Moreover, he did not seriously injure any of the disciples maliciously. "

He secretly murmured in his heart, that kid is too ignorant of pity and sympathy. What a delicate girl, she was directly thrown off the stage.

Xia Xiangu's speech was stagnant, and she really couldn't pick out Chen Yu's principled mistakes.

"Chen Yu! Today's shame, I, Jiang Yun'er, will not let it go! Just wait for me—"

Jiang Yun'er was ashamed and angry, and stared at Chen Yu with hatred.

Chen Yu touched his nose, and the hand that had grasped the girl's slender legs left a trace of fragrance, so he sniffed hard.

If I had known that I would be retaliated, I would have pinched it more.

well.

Chen Yu shook his head, a little regretful. Jiang Yun'er's face was flushed like blood with such anger, and she almost went crazy on the spot.

After this battle, Chen Yu won four games in a row!

Swish!

On the formation board, Chen Yu's name rose to the first place in an instant.

No. 99, Chen Yu, 4 points.

Because the fourth round was played immediately, he was the first to appear on the stage, so he temporarily ranked first.

"I'll go! Is there any reason for this?"

"This guy can still rank first by throwing people at will."

All the disciples in the audience were speechless, especially those disciples who had been "thrown and smashed".

the other side.

In the circle of villains, Hu Yiba, Huang Yuan, Wang Lingyun and others all had extremely gloomy faces.

"Win four games in a row, temporarily ranking first! This kid, he won't be the 'dark horse' of this year's competition."

Yang Fan muttered in a low voice.

If it were him, if he was lucky, he might be able to win four games in a row, but I'm afraid he won't be able to win by throwing people at will like Chen Yu.

"Don't worry. This kid is just strong."

Wang Lingyun said in a deep voice.

The word "dark horse" made his heart sink.

This was what he was most worried about, but it was about to happen.

"strong?"

Huang Yuan and Hu Yiba grinned when they heard this.

Let's say it's strong.

In the first ten miles of the outer gate, several of them are very tyrannical.

Right now.

Huang Yuan has practiced external skills passed down from his family since he was a child, and he has surpassed the same level, and can easily beat the prostration of the meridians.

Hu Yiba, who practiced the family biography "The Overlord's Halberd Technique". Just by hearing the word "Overlord", one can imagine how powerful he is.

It's just that the two of them didn't know that Wang Lingyun had reservations about Chen Yu's evaluation. The biggest feature of Chen Yu's "Bronze Statue Art" is not its strength.

time flies.

The fourth round of random battles passed quickly.

In this round, some disciples who were not very strong were eliminated.

Of course, there are also some disciples with fair strength but unlucky luck, such as the disciples who have encountered the top ten or top twenty consecutively.

At this moment on the formation board.

There are not many people who can still maintain the winning streak, only twenty or thirty people.

Even the top ten disciples of the previous session cannot guarantee a winning streak.

For example, Yang Fan met Nangong Li in the first round and lost one game, winning three and losing one.

Knockout, the fifth round begins.

Not long after.

Chen Yu appeared on the stage again, and the disciples booed and guarded again.

"Chen Yu, you'd better stop throwing people away. There are big people on the top who think you are suspected of disturbing order."

A voice rang in Chen Yu's ear.

Chen Yu glanced sideways, and saw that the law enforcement referee on one side was transmitting voice to him.

Sound transmission into secrets can only be performed at least during the viscera refining period.

Can't throw people anymore?

Chen Yu murmured in his heart, which big shot did he offend?

"Okay! If you don't throw it, don't throw it."

Chen Yu didn't care, and looked at a young man opposite.

"Don't throw me... I admit defeat!"

The young man on the opposite side only had a mid-stage Tongmai cultivation, knowing that he was no match for Chen Yu, he quickly surrendered.

It's a trivial matter to lose, and it's too embarrassing to be thrown down and carried away.

Just admit defeat!

This is the first time Chen Yu has encountered a situation since the competition.

It seems that his prestige has gradually been established in the hearts of all the disciples.

Five consecutive victories!

Chen Yu grinned and walked off the competition stage.

The fifth round of competition ended faster.

On the one hand, some contestants have been eliminated, and the number has decreased.

Furthermore, some powerful figures, such as Duan Xiaolong, Hu Yiba, Nan Gongli, etc., their opponents will decisively admit defeat.

The fifth round is over.

Look at the ranking on the formation board.

"Five consecutive victories, only twenty-three are left..."

The rankings arranged on the array board attracted many eyes.

Of course, some more dim names were added, and some disciples were eliminated.

The sixth round begins!

In the ensuing battle, the stronger disciples clashed frequently and fought like a raging fire.

some of.

A battle caused a burst of shock.

"Iron Sand Palm!"

A young man with a slightly darkened face had a fiery inner breath rising from his palm, like a ball of hot iron sand, with an astonishing momentum.

His opponent was a man with a square face.

"Puff!"

The boy's palm was like a scorching iron stone, and he beat the man with the square face back again and again.

"How could it be! Who is that young man who beat 'Zheng Dong', who was ranked eleventh last year, to the point where he couldn't stand it?"

""Iron Sand Palm"? Isn't this low-level martial arts?"

All the disciples in the audience couldn't help being amazed.

A low-level boxing technique can actually suppress Zheng Dong, who is ranked eleventh.

"The pinnacle of boxing!"

Chen Yu saw something strange.

Off the field, some middle and high-level people in the sect were also a little surprised.

It is not easy to cultivate a martial art to its peak and understand its true meaning.

Even if it is a low-level martial art, if it reaches its peak, its power is astonishing.

What's more, that young man also has a late stage cultivation of Tongmai.

After a few rounds.

Boom!

The man with a square face, "Zheng Dong", was kicked out of the martial arts arena.

"I'm Cao Lei, I've accepted it."

The boy's voice was steady, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Swish!

On the formation row, the name of the boy "Cao Lei" rushed to the front.

Take a closer look.

The result of the young Cao Lei is actually six consecutive victories!

"Dark horse! Another dark horse!"

"I've seen this kid before. I've been practicing hard, but I didn't expect to become a blockbuster today."

Some disciples discussed in private.

Cao Lei's performance in combat performance, making it into the top ten, is not a big problem.

"No. 99 vs. No. 33."

The referee's voice sounded, and it was Chen Yu's turn to play again.

On the competition stage.

"Wang Lingyun!"

Chen Yu looked at a familiar young man in Tsing Yi, and couldn't help being taken aback.

No. 33 is Wang Lingyun.

The corner of Chen Yu's mouth twitched with amusement.

The competition, until the sixth round, he finally met Wang Lingyun.

"Oops!"

Wang Lingyun knew something was wrong. But he couldn't immediately admit defeat in front of Chen Yu.

Even if you lose, you have to lose decently.

Wang Lingyun had a plan in mind, and looked on guard, he couldn't be thrown off the stage.

Iron Cloud Claw!

Wang Lingyun stepped forward steadily, with a single claw slashing across a sharp inner breath, the sharp and ear-piercing energy made people feel a chill.

Compared with last time, Wang Lingyun's martial arts level has obviously improved.

"open!"

Chen Yu punched Wang Lingyun staggeringly with his huge strength and domineering inner breath.

puff!

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Wang Lingyun's mouth, and his face showed shock. He never thought that he couldn't even catch the opponent's punch.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the boy opposite was blurred.

Hush!

When the strong wind hit, Wang Lingyun secretly thought that it was not good, he was afraid that Chen Yu would throw himself out.

However.

The next feeling is not the feeling of being caught.

boom!

A heavy foot kicked Wang Lingyun's butthole from behind.

"Ah-"

Wang Lingyun only felt a piercing pain in the chrysanthemum, and let out a mournful roar.

Boom!

In the next moment, he was kicked vigorously and kicked out of the competition arena.

thump!

Some of the disciples in the audience stepped aside on guard, causing Wang Lingyun to drop a piece of shit.

only.

What surprised everyone this time was that instead of throwing people, Chen Yu kicked them instead.

"Ah! My ass..."

Wang Lingyun managed to get up, his forehead dripping with cold sweat, and he was holding his buttocks with one hand, limping like a crippled old man.

The referee stared blankly at Chen Yu.

"I didn't throw people away this time, so kicking with my feet won't work?"

Chen Yu lowered his voice.

The referee's face twitched, and he waved the flag, announcing Chen Yu's six-game winning streak!