Chapter 915: The match begins

This kind of martial arts competition does not have as many processes as in the activities of the dunya. After the disciples of the Yi family and the Zhao family were assigned the number plates for the battle, they began soon.
Although it is a knockout system, the first round alone will take place all day, because there are too many people participating in the competition.
Fortunately, the martial arts arena is large enough, with eight arenas, and 16 people can compete each time.
The two families are a whole, the distribution of the two sides of the duel is disrupted, and the Yi family may not necessarily match the Zhao family's martial arts, and vice versa. Maybe it was a duel between two Wu Xiu on his family's side.
Shen Lang's number is No. 51, the order of appearance is very high, his opponent is No. 52.
Several elders of the Yi family and Zhao, as the referees of the martial arts meeting, announced the official start, and 16 martial artists stepped onto the ring and arrived at the venue.
"Start!"
As soon as the referee's voice fell, several Wu Xiu gave in.
Those who conceded were all young disciples who were in their infancy, and the opponent was Wenjing Wuxiu who was completely unplayable.
"The juniors who concede defeat will all be confined for three months, and give me hard work!" said an elder of Yiwu who presided over the meeting sternly.
"Yes!"
Several young disciples Weng pulled their heads and responded in a low voice, with unspeakable inferiority and decadence on their faces.
The cruelty of the two clans' martial arts was immediately revealed. Lin Haitianshan advocated martial arts, and those with insufficient force could only be inferior to others.
Only the questioning disciples are left on the field to fight, and the group that loses or surrenders directly retreats, and the presiding elder will announce a new group of people to compete.
Occasionally, there are one or two disciples who performed amazingly, making the audience applaud and thunderous.
The elders in the Yi family and Zhao family also silently remember the outstanding disciples in their hearts.
Shen Lang looked at it for a while and felt that it was really low-end. After all, he had already transformed into the realm of martial arts, and had no interest in the duel of a group of realm of martial arts.
Ibuki also came in front. It was her turn in the fortieth game, and Ibuki couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
"Xiaoxue, it's only the first scene, you can definitely do it." Yun Luoxue patted her shoulder.
Shen Lang sat in a seat not far from Yichuxue and encouraged: "Come on!"
"Yeah." Ibuki nodded.
It was a mid-question Wu Xiu from the Zhao family who confronted Ibuki.
In fact, the middle stage of the questioning is already considered to be the upper-level martial artist of the two clans.
"That's the granddaughter of the ancestors of the Yi family, Ibuki."
"Yes, Miss Yi seems to have broken through the middle of the question a few days ago."
"Miss Yi seems to be less than twenty-three years old, this kind of age breaks through the question, she is so talented!"
"However, Miss Yi is expected to lose this time. The other party is the Zhao family's mid-questioning Wu Xiu."
"Miss Yi has just advanced to the middle stage of the interrogation stage, and should be no match for the Wu Xiu in the middle stage of the Zhao family interrogation stage."
"Damn, such a beautiful female nun, if I change it to me, I might not even take care of it!"
A group of spectators pointed at the martial arts arena. In addition to admiring Ibuki's beauty, they felt that Ibuki was unlucky enough to meet such a powerful opponent.
Shen Lang felt that Ibuki's winning rate was quite high. He had instructed Ibuki in some training before, and found that Ibuki's martial arts talent was really good, and Snow Palm has already been practiced in a different way, although she just broke through. In the mid-term, but against Wu Xiu in the mid-term, the winning rate should not be low.
"Start!" The presiding elder gave an order.
"Miss Yi, I would like to persuade you to surrender, I don't want to hurt you." The Wu Xiu from the Zhao family didn't do anything, but said lightly to Yibuki.
After speaking, this man's face still showed a look of unbearableness, and he couldn't deal with such a beautiful beauty.
Being so despised, Yi Chuxue felt very uncomfortable, and coldly snorted: "Since it is a martial arts competition, there is no harm or harm to say, let's fight!"
After speaking, Ibuki slapped it, mixed with howling cold wind.
The Zhao Family Wuxiu's expression changed, but he didn't expect Ibuki's palm to be so powerful.
The two were fighting together, Yi Chuxue relied on the increasingly proficient Snow Palm, and the person who was pressing down could not be kicked. After a few palms in his body, Yi Chuuxue's mouth was bleeding.
Even though Ibuki is beautiful, he is merciless when he shoots.
After the fight, the Zhao family Wuxiu vomited blood and begged for mercy, and Yi Chuuxue stopped, turned and walked down the ring, exuding a high-cold aura.
There was some commotion in the audience. I didn't expect that Miss Yi's strength was so strong, she could not see that she was a martial artist who had just broken through the middle stage of the questioning stage.
On the stage, Yi Tianfeng smiled with satisfaction, thinking that her daughter was a manufacturable, and only hoped that she could practice well in the future.
After a while, it was finally time for Shen Lang to play.
Countless eyes from the front desk fell on Shen Lang. The rumored son of Shen Canghai was talented comparable to the young man who was the first genius Ouyang Changfeng in Linhai and Tianshan.
Shen Lang didn't even know that outsiders had already added a lot of halo to him.
Everyone is not stupid either. Shen Canghai said that he would reward the sacred artifact to the junior in Huiwu, and 80% of them felt that his son was the first, so he dared to make this choice.
By the way, Shen Lang's name can be promoted, and Shen Canghai is really a good hand.
Under the attention of everyone, Shen Lang entered the ring.
The one who was fighting against him was a sister of the Shen family, who looked pretty and was in the middle of the questioning stage.
Most of the martial arts practitioners participating in the martial arts conference are men, and the number of female cultivators is only a small part. The number of female cultivators in question is even more pitiful, and the two clans add up to less than a few hundred.
The female cultivator with a high cultivation base is so crooked that she can't flatter her. The more beautiful female cultivators have a hypocritical life style, and their cultivation base is too low.
The female cultivator who confronted Shen Lang looked pretty good.
"Uncle Shen, the little girl has admired you for a long time, and I am very happy to fight with you." The female cultivator held her fist towards Shen Lang and said with a smile.
Seeing that the other party didn't even mean to admit defeat, Shen Lang was a little embarrassed.
"Start!" The elder Yi, the host, gave an order, and his eyes moved on Shen Lang's body, revealing a faint smile, obviously high hopes for Shen Lang.
The female cultivator took the initiative and rushed towards Shen Lang immediately, hitting out a snowflake palm with all her strength.
Shen Lang stood still, spinning the magical scriptures, and with a wave of his hand, a huge body-protecting Qi blasted at his heart, dissipating the opponent's palm.
The sister exclaimed, and she was about to fall backward.
Shen Lang's figure flashed, flashed behind the female cultivator, held her back, and apologized: "Are you okay?"
"No... it's okay!" The female sister blushed, and then teased her: "Thank you, Uncle Master for your concern."
After speaking, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Shen Lang's cheek in a bold move.
Shen Lang was a bit speechless, he didn't expect this girl to be so unrestrained.
"Wow!"
There was an uproar in the audience, and countless young men showed expressions of envy and hatred. This treatment is really more popular than others.
Seeing that female sister kissed Shen Lang in public, Yi Chuuxue in the audience puffed up her mouth, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
"What? My eldest lady, aren't you jealous?" Yun Luoxue in the stands saw Ibuki's expression on her, and she felt a little funny.