Chapter 1251: Depressed Chu Yun

Chapter 1251 Depressed Chu Yun
The domineering words were scattered everywhere, and no one refused to accept it before the ring, because they all knew that Chu Yun did have this strength, otherwise it would not have suddenly burst and won in one fell swoop.
"You..." The Huangpao disciple's mouth twitched, his face was embarrassed, and even though he was unwilling, he didn't have the courage to fight again.
Don't say that the rules are not allowed, even if the rules allow him, he doesn't have that confidence. With Chu Yun's current state and annoyed appearance, his ending is more than just being shaken out of the ring.
"Forget it, Junior Brother Min, your strength is far from that of Chu Yun, is it interesting to compete like this?"
"Hehe, Junior Brother Min, his arms can't twist his thighs, so don't engage in this kind of argument with Junior Sister Chu."
"A man can bend and stretch, and he is defeated. What's the use of this? It's not as good as being upright, at least happy!"
Several fellow students stepped forward to comfort the Huangpao disciple. On the surface, it was for his benefit, but in fact they were using this special way to please Chu Yun.
However, this proud inner genius didn't appreciate it, he snorted and ignored the Huangpao disciple, turned and walked off the ring.
"Except for Pang Ning and Chu Yun, the strength of these inner disciples seems to be the same. Where are the top geniuses?"
Jiang Tian glanced at the battle scenes on the arena, frowning slightly in confusion.
Because he didn't know much about the inner sect, and didn't know a few inner sect disciples, he couldn't even tell who was the top genius of the inner sect at this moment.
Because judging from their shots, there is no such kind of overbearing figure.
But after thinking about it, he guessed the reason!
Although Zongmen Huiwu has entered the third round and has passed several rounds, the strength shown by everyone has not reached too high a height. In this case, the top talents do not need to use too strong means. You can easily pass.
In his words, of course the same is true.
Thinking about the match with Gao Hanyang just now, Jiang Tian couldn't help but smile.
Out of the dignity of the first person in the outer door, Gao Hanyang quickly left the square after his defeat, otherwise if he witnessed Di Feng being bombarded by a finger, the shock in his heart would be even stronger.
Thinking of this, Jiang Tian couldn't help his eyes flashing, and his smile faded a little.
For a character like Gao Hanyang, one failure is actually enough.
After all, his aptitude is there. Once he is spurred by the shame of defeat, his strength is bound to grow rapidly. When he meets next time, he must not be measured by his current cultivation.
Rumble!
Accompanied by a deep roar, this round of fighting came to an end.
After a brief draw, the more than 300 disciples who passed through the stage once again caught and fought against each other.
Although the remaining disciples are not weak in strength, after repeated battles, many people still consume a lot of money, and some people frown and cry secretly, it seems that they are almost overwhelming.
"Damn it! The 26th pick was drawn in the last round, and the 17th pick was drawn this round. Why is Lao Tzu's luck so bad?" A sturdy disciple grumbled with his neck.
"Hehe, how bad is your luck than mine? I was the No. 355 pick in the last round, and I got the No. 7 pick in this round. I just got out of the ring and will be playing again soon!"
A thin disciple next to him looked at the lottery in his hand with a wry smile, not to mention how depressed he was.
Although the opponent drew the seventeenth pick, they played earlier in the last round. In fact, they have already rested for a while. By comparison, they are much luckier than him.
"What? Hey, in this case, your luck is indeed much worse than mine!" The stout disciple laughed, and the depression in his heart faded a lot.
The thin disciple shook his head and sighed, then swallowed two pills while talking and forced to refine it.
But because he was about to appear on the stage, these pills would definitely not have time to completely refining, so he had to plan to try his best to deal with opponents after taking the stage, in order to buy precious time for his spiritual power recovery.
As soon as the words fell, the elder Zongmen already started calling!
The disciples who had been drawn to the top dozens of numbers all screamed, seeing that the elder's eyes were full of resentment, this voice was really annoying to them, it was almost like a reminder.
The stout disciple patted the thin disciple on the shoulder, and he smiled: "Let's go, we should be on the stage!"
"Oh! I hope that the opponent will not be too strong, otherwise I will definitely suffer."
The thin disciple walked to the ring helplessly, but when he looked up, the corners of his eyes twitched and his face became very ugly.
Standing on the ring was a graceful white-clothed woman, who was indeed Chu Yun!
"It's over... This is over!" The thin disciple was bitter, and the depression in his heart was beyond addictive.
At this moment, Chu Yun's beautiful face didn't seem so good-looking, especially those two calm gazes full of coldness, more like two cold light and cold swords, making him daunted.
But there is no other way. Since the lottery is drawn, I can only bite the bullet and play.
"Junior Sister Chu! Until the end of the competition, I hope Junior Sister...cough, be merciful!" The thin disciple looked embarrassed and timid before fighting.
Chu Yun's eyes were light, and he coldly snorted, "Stop talking nonsense, just take it!"
The thin disciple stiffened, and his heart trembled, but he did not dare to hesitate.
If he wasn't decisive enough in front of Chu Yun, he probably didn't even have a chance to shoot.
"Sister Chu, you are offended!"
The thought flashed in his mind, and the thin disciple yelled and the whole body breath instantly rose, and his body swayed like a dead tree swaying in the wind and rushed towards the opponent.
"Golden claws broken by the wind!"
The ear-shocking violent drink swept across the void with spiritual power, swaying the ripples of the road, and withered arms slammed through the air, transforming the cyan claw shadow of the road!
"Huh!" Chu Yun's pretty face sank, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she lifted her hand to shoot forward.
Boom!
Amidst the dull roar, white palm prints flashed, instantly shaking the cyan claw shadow to pieces.
The thin disciple's eyes twitched and his heart screamed, her arms flicked and she was ready to perform another method, but at this time Chu Yun had already swept in front of him, and she flicked her backhand lightly as she flipped her palms, and her powerful spiritual power instantly hit him. Front chest.
"what……"
Boom!
In the dull roar, the thin disciple spurted blood and flew out of the ring with his feet off the ground, exclaiming.
It took only a few breaths from the shot to the present, and the match has already been decided.
After Chu Yun won the victory, she arched her hand towards the elder and walked down the ring silently, but couldn't help glancing at Jiang Tian from the corner of her eye. When she saw the other party watching the other ring competition, her brows were slightly frowned and depressed.
Jiang Tianyi pointed to the situation that severely inflicted Di Feng, which left a very deep impression in her heart, which made her subconsciously have the idea of ​​wanting to try something.