Chapter 116 The New King, the New King

Lu Ming didn't say anything to Duanmu Yunyang, so he turned around and walked off the stage.

"Thank you, Lu Ming!"

When lu ming returned to the Vermillion bird courtyard area, Liu Hui cupped his fist to thank lu ming.

"You don't have to thank me. I'm not just standing up for you. I just don't like the duanmu family's face. Besides, I have a grudge with the duanmu family."

Lu Ming smiled.

"Look... Don't you like it?"

Liu Hui, along with the other Vermillion bird courtyard disciples, was a little stunned.

Just because of this, you went up and beat Duanmu Yunchong up? They felt a little confused about Lu Ming's thoughts.

Next, the challenge continued.

The competition was very intense and everyone fought with all their might.

When the challenge was over, it was already night.

Five of the ten challengers, including Lu Ming, succeeded, replacing five of the previous 30.

By this time, all the seats in the top 30 of the courtyards had been born.

There were only five Vermillion bird courtyard members in the top 30.

Just as miserable as the Vermillion bird courtyard was the Vermillion bird courtyard, with only five people.

There were eight people in qinglong courtyard, and the White tiger courtyard was the strongest, with a total of twelve people.

It is worth mentioning that this time, the four new kings that have been paid close attention to, among them, Popular has been eliminated, and Lu Ming has entered the top 30 with the momentum of the dark horse.

As for the other two, two years ago, the new king lingkong, and three years ago, the new king Duanmu Yunyang, naturally easily killed into the top 30.

"Popular is still too young. It's normal for him to be eliminated after less than two years."

"Yes, but in a year, or even two years, if Popular did not break through the realm of a great martial artist, then the bronze battle would be his world, and that was the normal speed."

"But what about lu ming?"

They chatted, but at the same time, they came up with a name, Lu Ming.

Lu Ming only started this year, but he's in the top 30.

"Lu Ming? That's a pervert. It can't be counted as normal."

Everyone could only comfort themselves with this reason.

Today's competition was over and continued the next day.

Lu Ming and Pang Shi returned to the dormitory.

After a quiet night, the next morning, they returned to the location of the contest.

"Now, the first thirty draw lots!"

It was still the silver robed elder who presided yesterday.

Just like yesterday's rule, the silver robed elder randomly selected 15 people, and then the other 15 people were named by these 15 people.

This time, Lu Ming drew the number 12.

"Number 12? Looks like we finally met a strong opponent."

Lu Ming's lips gleamed with anticipation.

To be honest, he did not fully display his strength in the previous match.

After registering, Lu Ming walked to his seat.

"Lu Ming, what number did you get?"

As soon as he came back, Mu Lan couldn't wait to ask.

Today, Mu Lan did not sit with her grandfather, but rather with Fengwu and Pang Shi. Naturally, their area was filled with male Vermillion bird courtyard disciples.

"The twelfth!"

Lu Ming smiled.

"Number 12? Gu qing of qinglong courtyard!"

Hearing the name, Fengwu, Hua Chi and others' faces changed.

"Lu Ming, remember, you just have to do your best. Even if you lose, it's worth it."

Mu Lan sighed.

"Well, sister Mu Lan, from your tone, it seems like I'm going to lose?"

Lu Ming was a little speechless.

"What? Do you think you can win against Gu Qing?"

Mu Lan's beautiful eyes flashed as he stared at the landing.

"Even if you can't win, can't you cheer me up?"

Lu Ming did not answer directly, but asked back, and then sat down, only the corner of his mouth, but with an inexplicable smile.

"This guy? What cards did he leave behind?"

Mu Lan stared at Lu Ming fiercely for a moment, as if he wanted to see through his secret.

"The first competition officially begins, Pu Sichong on the 19th, against number 15, in the air."

The silver-robed elder announced.

With the announcement of the silver robed elder, the whole audience immediately became excited.

"He's out in the air, and he's actually playing against Pu Sichong. This is a good game to watch."

"I don't think so. It's been six months since he made his first move. No one knows how strong he is now, but there's no doubt that this time, there's definitely hope that he can make it to the top ten, or even the top six."

"Yes, the new king two years ago is coming of age."

Two young figures stepped onto the stage with the attention of the crowd.

In the air, he was a bald-headed young man, 17 or 18 years old. His muscles were bulging and filled with explosive strength. He carried an iron rod on his back and his eyes were as bright as a wild beast.

This was lingkong, the new king two years ago, the genius of the White tiger courtyard, but he was not a member of the duanmu family.

On the other side of the sky was a handsome young man named Pu Sichong. Before that, he was ranked 19 on the bronze list and was definitely a master.

But at this moment, Pu Sichong's face was extremely solemn.

"Pu Sichong, I advise you to admit defeat. You are not my opponent."

Ling kong grinned.

He spoke arrogantly, but in fact, no one thought he was arrogantly, just that it was natural for him to say that because he had the strength.

Pu Sichong's eyes flashed with determination and said, "In the air, if you want me to admit defeat, it depends on your ability."

"Oh? Since you insist on fighting, you have to be prepared to get hurt. Sometimes, I can't control myself."

Ling kong grinned with a ferocious smile.

"Then take it!"

Touch!

As soon as the words fell from the sky, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, like a demon beast, and rushed towards Pu Sichong.

Tsk, tsk...

Sharp claws covered Pu Sichong's body.

Pu Sichong's long sword came out of its sheath, and the air of the sword rose into the sky, cutting into the air.

Boom! Boom!

The claws in the air collided with Pu Sichong's sword qi and dissipated.

"I have some skills, but that's it. Let's end it!"

There was a cold voice in the air, and a ferocious aura pervaded his body, like a humanoid demon beast. He pulled out the iron rod behind him and threw it at Pu Sichong.

The blow was earth-shattering and powerful.

Pu Sichong burst out with all his strength and was unable to resist. He was sent flying tens of meters, shivering and spitting out blood.

If you lose, you lose with two moves. In fact, you lose with one move.

Pu Sichong's strength was too different from flying.

"The strength in the air is too strong. There is absolutely no problem in the top ten."

"This time, the top ten will definitely change."

...

On the stand, Lu Ming's heart was stirred. This was so strong in the air that he could not see the depth.

"That's what's interesting!"

Then, a hint of war appeared in Lu Ming's eyes.

"Aerial victory, next round, number 17 to number two!"

The silver-robed elder announced.

(The end of this chapter)