Chapter 111 The Arrogant Duanmu Family

She had thought that this kind of cultivation would be able to trample Lu Ming under her feet and humiliate him ten times and a hundred times, but she never dreamed that Lu Yunxiong would tell her the news after she left customs that Lu Ming had killed Yao Tianyu, rushed to the bronze list, and was going to participate in the four-yard competition.

The moment she heard it, she was stunned, unbelievable, and unacceptable. She thought she had heard it wrong.

She really couldn't bear it. She was full of confidence and thought she could step on Lu Ming's feet. But the truth was the opposite. She spent a lot of resources, but she was still getting farther and farther away from lu ming.

"Lu Ming, this little bastard, how can he improve so fast? God is really unfair to let this little bastard have such a strong talent."

On the side, Lu Yunxiong gritted his teeth and spoke in a gloomy voice.

"No matter how strong Lu Ming is, he is trash in front of brother lin."

Lu yao said in a deep voice.

"Haha, miss lu is right. How can a little bastard like Lu Ming compare to lin shao by a thousand miles?"

Next to Lu Yao and the others, there were many young members of the duanmu family, one of whom sneered.

"That's right, and this time, Lu Ming can't go far. As long as he meets the genius of our duanmu family, he will definitely be ruined. Even if he gets lucky to be in the top 30, the genius of my duanmu family will definitely challenge him in the first place."

Another young man said.

"That's good. With all the heroes of the duanmu family, I can rest assured."

Lu Yunxiong smiled.

Lu Ming was completely unaware of this.

On the stage, looking around at tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, some of the 60 people turned red with excitement, some rubbed their hands and looked at others with hostility.

Some of them were calm and had all kinds of expressions.

Lu Ming smiled and looked forward to it.

First, thirty men were drawn from the silver robed elder, and then the thirty men were drawn from the remaining thirty men. Whoever was drawn was said to be the opponent of the first round.

Lu Ming was one of the first thirty people to be drawn.

Then Lu Ming and the other 30 went up to draw lots.

Soon, the draw was over, and Lu Ming drew number 46.

"Number 46? I'm lucky!" Lu Ming smiled, then took the silver robe elder to register and returned to the seating area.

"Lu Ming, what number did you get?"

Fengwu asked quickly.

"Number 46!"

Lu Ming smiled.

"Number 46, Yun Feng of the Xuanwu courtyard, Lu Ming, you're lucky."

Hua Chi was a little surprised.

Lu Ming smiled and didn't care much. To him, whoever he drew was just a battle.

Dang!

A melodious bell rang, representing the exciting four-yard competition, which was about to begin.

"Now, the grand competition of the four courtyards is officially starting. Before we begin, there is a basic rule that you must pay attention to. This grand competition cannot harm your life. Other than that, you can't use some pills to increase your fighting power or secret arts."

"Now officially, the first battle, sixty to twenty-three!"

On the stage, the silver-robed elder announced.

"Number 60? Isn't that Liu Hui, the new genius of the Vermillion bird courtyard who made the bronze list?"

Lu Ming thought.

In the Vermillion bird courtyard area, an ordinary looking, thin young man stepped out of the crowd and onto the stage.

"Haha, my luck is really good, I actually met the trash of the Vermillion bird courtyard."

In the White tiger courtyard area, a loud laugh was heard. Then, a few young men jumped and appeared on the stage.

"Number 23, Duanmu Yunchong of the duanmu family."

Lu Ming whispered.

"The duanmu family, in recent years, has indeed produced a large number of talents."

Fengwu said with a serious look in his eyes.

On the stage, Duanmu Yunchong looked at Liu Hui sarcastically and said, "Vermillion bird courtyard trash, get down on your knees and admit defeat now! Otherwise, if you do it, you will suffer."

Liu Hui's face was ugly and he stared at Duanmu Yunchong without saying a word. His eyes were firm.

"Rubbish, it seems that you really want to fight with me. Don't worry, I can defeat you with one move. Let you know clearly that it was just a fluke for you to be on the bronze list. Also, I tell you, your Vermillion bird courtyard is doomed to be swept away this time, and none of you can make it to the top ten."

Duanmu Yunchong sneered, cocky and arrogant.

"Hateful, the duanmu family is really hateful."

"You still want to sweep us away. In your dreams, sister Cheng Feiluan will definitely be in the top ten."

The disciples of the Vermillion bird courtyard were furious and shouted at each other.

"A bunch of nonsense, only the ability to talk."

On the stage, Duanmu Yunchong said with disdain.

Liu Hui's face was gloomy. He held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand and stared fixedly at Duanmu Yunchong. Suddenly, Liu Hui rushed out. The sword came out of its sheath and turned into a silver light, piercing Duanmu Yunchong.

Lu Ming could tell at a glance that Liu Hui was using the Mystical level's inferior sword technique, but it had just reached the second level.

"Little trick!"

Duanmu Yunchong sneered, moved and avoided Liu Hui's attack.

Mystical level's low profile.

As he dodged, Duanmu Yunchong clapped and the wind blew like thunder.

Mystical level master of inferior products, another Mystical level martial art.

Obviously, Duanmu Yunchong had mastered two Mystical level martial arts, and they cooperated, as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, and the battle strength increased by a large part.

Liu Hui missed his sword and tried to dodge in fright. It was too late. He could only wave out his other hand and throw out one palm, trying to resist the other.

But Liu Hui's hand was only a helpless one. How could he resist Duanmu Yunchong's Mystical level hand?

Touch!

Liu Hui's body floated and he retreated ten meters. His face was pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, how dare you block my hand? You asked for it!"

Duanmu Yunchong roared in his heart and his face was grim.

He said he would take care of Liu Hui, but now he was blocked by Liu Hui. He felt humiliated.

Whoosh!

Duanmu Yunchong moved, Mystical level spread out, quickly as a ghost, immediately behind Liu Hui, a slap.

Although Liu Hui was in high spirits and the War sword quickly cut behind him, his injured body was still a step slower.

Touch!

This palm hit Liu Hui in the chest.

Poof!

Liu Hui spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated.

Duanmu Yunchong followed closely, not giving Liu Hui a chance to catch his breath, and gave him another slap.

But this slap was directed at Liu Hui's face.

Snap!

There was a crisp slap, and Duanmu Yunchong slapped Liu Hui hard in the face.

Liu Hui's entire body was blown away.

But Duanmu Yunchong didn't want to let go. He moved and caught up with Liu Hui. He slapped Liu Hui in the face again.

Liu Hui flew out and fell to the ground.

"Trash, I told you to admit defeat a long time ago. Now what? I hit you like a dog."

Duanmu Yunchong looked down at Liu Hui and said scornfully.

"Well, Duanmu Yunchong, don't go too far. A scholar can kill but not humiliate."

The Vermillion bird courtyard disciples were filled with indignation and some shouted.

(The end of this chapter)