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Bai Yibin shouted angrily as a multicolored light flashed behind him, and he suddenly released a red-crowned crane martial spirit. The top of the crane was like a crystal clear red gem, sparkling with a bright light.

"Humph!" The proud soldiers will definitely lose, receive my attack! "

Bai Yibin's iron fist had yet to even reach Ou Taijue's chest, but Ou Taijue already felt a faint pain, he knew that Bai Yibin's spirit energy was stronger than Pei Yuqi's, so he anxiously turned and dodged to the side. Then, after activating the martial spirit, he suddenly swung his Mountain Splitting Palm. Countless palm images slashed down from the sky like palm-sized mountains, and violent winds mixed with tens of thousands of spirit force blade beams smashed straight towards the big hole on Bai Yibin's left shoulder with the power to topple mountains and overturn seas.

"Where do you think you're going!" Ou Taijue roared in anger, his figure flashed, and like a shadow following his shadow, he quickly chased after him.

Bai Yibin sensed that the evil wind behind him was not friendly, he cried out in shock, and once again leaped out of the stage. While he was in the air, he felt a sharp pain coming from his back. "Chi!" With a "clang", his shirt was torn in half.

"Young Master!" He landed on the ground, and a twelve or thirteen year old boy quickly walked in front of him, supporting him. This was his personal servant, Xing'er.

"Young master!" "You're hurt." Xing'er cried out in heartache. He saw that there were a few bloody claw marks imprinted on Bai Yibin's back.

Bai Yibin threw his tattered clothes on the ground, raised his head and looked angrily at the arrogant Ou Taijue on the stage, before pulling Xing'er and walked into the crowd.

"Hahahahaha!" Ou Taijue looked at Bai Yibin's back figure and laughed madly: Boy, it's fortunate that you ran so fast, otherwise I would not have let you off so easily!

Saying that, she looked down the stage and shouted: "Tai! Is there anyone else who wants to compete? "

"Me too!"

A loud shout sounded out from below the arena, and another youth jumped up onto the arena …

"Thanks for your concern. I'm not here to play, nor am I here for monkey spirit. I'm purely human, here to compete in martial arts." The person said. The voice was ear-piercing, like the cry of a crow. Hearing it in the ears of a man made one feel depressed, and one could not help but doubt life.

Ou Taijue said in disdain: You want to compete in the stage even with your current condition? What a joke! Get down! You are not my match, so don't bring yourself to suffer. "

"Hng hng!" The person laughed coldly, and said slowly: "Ou Taijue, your martial arts are strong, I am indeed unable to compare with you. However, I'm not here to fight for power. I'm here to learn and train myself. As the saying goes, when encountering an expert, one must not let his or her arm slip by him or her. Seeing your exceptional skills, I wanted to ask a few questions from you, so that you could broaden your horizons. "

"Ugh!" So that's how it is. Since that's the case, fine then! "Since I'm happy today, I'll teach you two moves." Ou Taijue arrogantly nodded.

The person cupped his fists and said gratefully, "Then I'll have to thank you. Please give me your guidance!"

"Sigh... Make the first move, I'll give you pointers. " Ou Taijue raised his eyebrows, acting like a master, and pointed at the person as he spoke loudly.

The person made a gesture and said softly, "Good! "Then I've made my move. Please give me your guidance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly appeared in front of Ou Taijue. His speed was so fast that it was like a phantom, inconceivable.

Ou Taijue cried out in shock, his body instinctively jumping backwards. At the same time, he threw out both fists, forming a huge spirit energy storm in front of him, which whistled crazily towards the incoming person. The spiritual energy storm revolved at an extremely fast speed, constantly sucking in the surrounding spiritual energy, causing it to become more and more powerful and its speed to increase.

The skinny ape like man swept his body in the gale, and at the same time, he threw out his palms. Everyone was shocked to see that two black python-like airflows had suddenly shot out from his palms, colliding head on with Ou Taijue's spirit energy storm.

"Boom!"

An earth-shaking explosion reverberated in the arena. Black waves of air were entangled with the spiritual energy storm, forming trillions of rays of air currents that shot in all directions.

Shouts of alarm rang out from below the stage. Many people were struck, and some were knocked back, while others fell to the ground. Those with weaker cultivation techniques suffered some internal injuries, while those with stronger martial skills hurriedly used their power to protect their bodies within the spirit wall armor formed by the Psionic Force Field. The audience below the stage was in chaos.

When everyone calmed down and looked over at the stage, they realized that there was blood dripping from the corner of Ou Taijue's mouth. He was still standing on the stage, and the ape-like challenger had already disappeared.

Ou Taijue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down at the stage, and walked to the front of the stage, and said loudly: "That friend who fought with me just now, as the saying goes, he left his name behind, Yan Zou, why did you leave without his name?"

"Ou Taijue, you truly are proficient in martial arts. As for his name, I hope to see you again! "

From behind the crowd came an unpleasant caw of a crow. When everyone turned their heads to look, they saw a black shadow rushing out of the wall like a wisp of smoke, disappearing behind the wall.

Yu Han couldn't help but sigh. He could see that this person's martial arts was not inferior to Ou Taijue's, and was even slightly superior, but he voluntarily gave up on the competition and disappeared in an instant. His movement speed was also extraordinary.

"Truly a dragon that can't be seen, an expert that can't be seen!"

Yu Han secretly raised his big fingers.

At this time, Ou Taijue who was on the stage seemed to be slightly weaker, he cupped his fists, and spoke to the audience: "Which other friend is still willing to compete with me?"

No one replied from below the stage. Many people were already afraid of Ou Taijue's tyrannical Qi Storm and did not dare compete on the stage. Those warriors with higher cultivations did not want to fight so early, so they stood below the stage silently.

Ou Taijue asked for a few moments, but the audience was still in complete silence.

Seeing this, Pan Ziwei flew up onto the stage and announced loudly, "Ou Taijue will be the second round's elite!"

Ou Taijue smiled and cupped his fists as he left the stage.

"The third round begins!"

After Pan Ziwei finished announcing, he rushed up to the stands again.

At this time, a petite youth in white clothes jumped onto the stage, cupped his fists to the people below and said: "My name is Han Yang, I come from the Zhai Yue Shan Xiao Long Martial House, I know there are a lot of talents, and experts are everywhere. He knew that his martial path was mediocre, so he didn't want to fight over anything. He only wanted to exchange pointers and ask for guidance. Which senior brother is willing to teach you, please come up! "

Seeing that it was Han Yang, Yu Han turned and looked at Ye Tian and the others, everyone laughed at each other, and secretly cheered for Han Yang.

"I'm here!"

With a loud shout, a youth with a slightly yellowish complexion and wearing an orange tight suit jumped onto the arena. He walked up to Han Yang and cupped his fists: "Senior Brother Han, little Feng Ying, has come to accept the challenge!"

"Please!"

"Please!"

The two of them clasped their fists and bowed to each other. Then, they started fighting each other. The atmosphere immediately surged up, and the cheers shook the heaven and earth.

After a dozen or so exchanges, the two intertwined figures suddenly separated with a loud bang. Feng Ying placed his hands on his chest as he jumped off the stage with a flushed face and dove head first into the crowd.

Victory in the battle, Han Yang's face was brimming with a happy smile. Ye Tian and the others applauded and cheered for him with their power.

Two more youths stepped onto the stage to compete with Han Yang, but they were both defeated and left the stage.

Han Yang was very happy, his cheeks flushed red with excitement and pride.

Suddenly, a slightly plump, brawny youth around twenty years old appeared in front of him. Once he got on the stage, he stared coldly at Han Yang. His gaze landed on Han Yang's body, causing Han Yang to feel his entire body involuntarily tremble. He felt that his gaze was too cold, like a thousand year old ice within an ice cave.

Han Yang stabilized his state of mind, cupped his fists and asked: "May I have your name senior brother?"

The man shook his head, his hands shaking, his throat gurgling.

Han Yang finally understood, this person was actually a mute.

Han Yang cupped his fists again, and said: "Since senior is here for the competition, then please give me your move!"

With that, Han Yang took his stance.

The mute youth nodded his head after hearing what Han Yang said. Then, without setting up any sort of door, he casually walked towards Han Yang. Two cold glints shot out from his deep eyes, like two ice sharp swords, piercing straight towards Han Yang's soul.

With every step that the mute fellow took, Han Yang felt a huge, terrifying threat approach. He felt an indescribable fear, as if the person who had come was not a person, but a ghost, a terrifying and malicious ghost …

A huge spiritual energy suddenly exploded, and the clouds above the stage rumbled as waves of air shot out.

"AHH!"

A black shadow fell down from the sky along with a miserable scream. Everyone looked up, to see Han Yang slowly stood up.

Ye Tian and his group arrived in front of Han Yang at almost the same time, only to see his right arm hanging by his side, his fist dripping with blood.

"Junior brother, how is it?" Ye Tian asked anxiously.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Han Yang's forehead as he gritted his teeth and said: "My arm's broken."

Yu Han took out a bag from his storage ring and an exquisite porcelain bottle. He poured out a few pills and handed them over to Han Yang: "This is a bone healing pill that the instructor gave me when he went down the mountain. Eat it quickly and you can recover quickly."

"Thank you, Senior Martial Brother Ling!" Han Yang said as he took the pill and swallowed it.

"Bastard, his attacks are really ruthless. I'll go meet him!"

Just as he helped Han Yang to move to the side, Chen Ke bellowed in rage and jumped onto the stage. His chubby body became like a giant wall, swaying unsteadily towards the mute.

"Hey! "You mute, your mouth doesn't work, but your actions are ruthless enough. You broke my junior brother's arm, and I want to vent my anger for him. Watch my punches!"

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Ke released his martial spirit. Amidst the billowing waves, the phantom of an angry hippopotamus appeared, its massive roar like rolling thunder, echoing in the air above the arena.