Chapter 3734: Feng Yu Fights Fatty

Irregular competitions have scared many people. You must know that this is no rule. It is not only a matter of winning or losing, but also life and death, that is, it will kill people.
More than a thousand testers in the square finally passed the test, and stood here, who would want to go up and die?
However, many people are very unwilling, because if they don't show their amazing cultivation base and talent, they will not be able to attract the attention of the twelve elders in the sky.
If you want to become a disciple of the elders of the Ancestral Hall, one of Yingtian's thirty-six courtyards, you have to go up to the ring.
However, the most terrible thing is that those Tsing Yi disciples below the immortals in Yingtian Courtyard are also eligible to enter the ring, which makes this trial feel very unfair.
Ten years is a long time for mortals. After ten years of cultivation, the Tsing Yi disciples in Yingtian Courtyard are still not immortal gods, I am afraid they are almost the same.
Against these Tsing Yi disciples, who would dare to win?
"Why, are they all counseling? If not counseling, let the fat man come up."
At this moment, the fat man on the ring shouted at everyone in the audience.
"Too arrogant!"
The trialists of this year were very upset, and they wished to blast the fat pig off the ring, but the lesson from the past is there, and the hapless guy from the Thunder Clan is still in a coma.
Yang Zhan was also very angry when he saw this scene.
"Why, want to go up and teach that guy?"
Gu Fei put his hands on his chest and looked at the fat man on the ring and said that although this fat man looked very strong, he was only at an innate intermediate level.
But this fat man's fat body is amazing, and his fighting ability is absolutely awesome.
Normal innate monks encounter this guy, it is difficult to win, unless they use weapons, but not everyone can have spiritual weapons.
Yang Zhan has spiritual weapons, and Wang Long also has them. Ling Feng has a lame leg and has been eliminated. It is hard to say whether he can return to his race.
"The disciples in this class seem to be not so good!"
A purple-clothed elder sitting high above the clouds shook his head and said.
"It's too early to say so." The Great Elder said calmly.
"Senior brother said that!"
The elder said quickly.
The twelve elders of the other courtyard accept disciples once every ten years, but only the top twelve disciples in the Irregular Competition have the opportunity to become elder disciples.
This is just a chance. If the twelve elders didn't care about the twelve winning disciples, they could not accept disciples. Therefore, whether to accept disciples is just to see the feelings of the twelve elders.
The great elder has the least disciples, with only nine disciples, two more disciples than the master.
And the twelve elders who have the most disciples have 32 beginner disciples.
There are many disciples, and it seems to be useless, because the master has only seven disciples, but Shangguan Feixiong alone can sweep all the disciples of the elders.
At this time, the senior brother Shangguan Feixiong, who was sitting under the head of the twelve elders, smiled and looked at the new disciples in the square. There were still a few good seedlings among the new disciples this year.
"I will meet you for a while."
At this moment, a loud drink sounded from the square, and a figure rose into the sky, fell onto the ring, and walked to the opposite side of the fat man.
This is a monk who looks like a seven or eight-year-old child, but all the monks in the square dare not look down upon him, because this monk who looks like a child has an extremely domineering nickname, Little Overlord!
"He can't keep his breath?"
When Gu Fei saw the man, he couldn't help being a little surprised. Was this Feng Yu impulsive? Probably not, because this guy has someone in Yingtian Courtyard.
When he entered Yingtianzong's courtyard for the first time that day, Gu Fei sensed that Feng Yu was with a Saint King-level existence, and that Saint King was sitting on the clouds in the sky.
The wind clan's background is really deep!
Of course, Gu Fei did not pay attention to Feng Clan.
"Hey, little guy, I think you'd better go down, otherwise it would be bad if you accidentally killed you." The fat man grinned.
Feng Yu showed a trace of disdain on his face when he heard this, and said: "Just rely on you? You want to kill me? Then you try."
Feng Yu beckoned to the fat man with a look of disapproval.
"you wanna die!"
Feng Yu’s disdainful eyes stung Fatty deeply, and he saw Fatty’s feet on the ground, and the whole ring shook. The next moment, his whole person jumped from the ground like a huge ball. He smashed directly towards Feng Yu.
"No!"
Seeing this scene, everyone under the ring was shocked and inexplicably shocked. This fat man’s attack was really peculiar. Does he want to use his huge body to kill Feng Yu?
Feng Yu stared at the fat man who had fallen from the sky, and suddenly a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The next moment, his hands were dancing, and the transparent wind blades immediately rushed out of his hands.
Although the wind blade was invisible, when the wind blade moved quickly in the void, it made a slight piercing sound.
"this is……"
As soon as the so-called expert made a move, he knew if there was any. When Feng Yu made a move, he immediately frightened the fat man.
The clothes on Fatty's body were instantly cut by the wind blade, and those wind blades slashed on Fatty's body, as if they were chopped on cotton, all of them were bombed away, not hurting him at all.
Feng Yu disappeared in the same place immediately, like a breeze, without a trace.
"boom!"
The fat man hit the ring directly, and the whole ring was actually shaken. If it weren't for the blessing of immortal power, the ring would probably collapse.
"Storm Fist!"
Feng Yu's figure appeared above the fat man, and in the next moment, countless fists rushed towards the fat man like a violent storm.
"Haha..., come on!"
The fat man laughed and said.
The next moment, countless fists slammed into Fatty's body instantly, and fist marks appeared on Fatty's body immediately, and these fist marks were directly trapped in Fatty's body.
However, in the next moment, these fist marks disappeared, all the fat that had collapsed bounced back, and countless violent fists hit Fatty's body as if it were scratching.
"This……"
Seeing this scene, everyone in the ring was shocked and inexplicably, this fat man was abnormal.
"Little guy, haven't you gotten milk? Go back and get full milk!"
When the fat man was talking loudly, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed it towards Feng Yu.
"Wind tornado!"
Feng Yu's body swayed, and an extremely powerful gust of wind immediately emerged from his body, forming a whirlpool and enveloping the fat man.
The strong wind formed a tornado, and Fatty's heavy body was staggered by the wind. The next moment, the wind soared, and Fatty was directly swept into the sky.