"Haha, what about him, as long as you defeat him?"
"That's right, we have been working hard for so many years to prove ourselves one day? This opportunity is right!"
...
On the open space in front of the stone steps, dozens of disciples who took the initiative to stand up all cast their eyes on Suning, who was floating in the air, with a disdainful expression on their faces.
"Time is tight, I won't say much, the game will start now!"
Seeing that no one took the initiative again, Jun Moke was too lazy to choose, and immediately said to the people on the square.
After the words fell, Jun Moke suddenly burst into an invisible energy wave. When his wrist moved, everyone felt that his head sank and his body had appeared in the martial arts training ground.
"Mr. Su, please enlighten me!"
Before Jun Moke could speak, one of the disciples took the lead to jump on the huge stone platform and said, arching his hand towards Suning, with endless fighting spirit in his eyes.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Suning shook his head helplessly, slowly falling down and standing on the stone platform.
After Suning entered the stone platform, the huge stone platform shuddered, and a light blue barrier suddenly rose up on the ground at the edge of the stone platform, showing the shape of a semicircle, covering the two figures.
"Hmm, good guy, it looks like it must be a winner."
Looking at the light blue barrier rising around, a look of helplessness appeared on Suning's face, his lips murmured softly.
"This brother, it's just a game. Let's finish the order, how about?"
After the words fell, a Hexi smile appeared on Suning's face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the disciple of the ancient Qilin in the stone platform, and asked softly.
"Mr. Su don't worry, this is not a life-and-death contest. Naturally, it will stop there, or it can be just as if one party admits defeat." The ancient disciple smiled and responded softly.
After the words fell, the ancient disciple suddenly burst into a tyrannical spirit source fluctuation, and the terrifying aura triggered a wave of air to raging, and the dust on the stone platform instantly filled the space of the stone platform.
"Good guy, do you just do it right now?" Suning mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and shattered the faint dust that was shrouded in the surroundings, and said softly while his lips moved slightly.
"Mr. Su, be careful!" With a movement of the ancient disciple's wrist, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The aura of the whole person was so sharp that it seemed to split this space.
Seeing the actions of the ancient disciples, a smile appeared on Suning's face, and he shook his head helplessly. Isn't it obvious that he should escape and attack? Suning thought to himself.
Fortunately, this is just a competition. If it is a life-and-death struggle from the outside world, the actions of this ancient disciple will make him completely passive, and there is only a dead end waiting for him.
"Ling Yan!"
The disciple of the ancient race made a low drink, and a flame exuding hot temperature suddenly appeared in his hand, floating in his palm, and throwing his wrist in the direction of Suning.
Wherever the faint purple-black flame passed, the space was scorched by its scorching temperature, and the terrifying temperature made the stone platform ground dry and cracked.
"This technique is good, but the speed is slower." The purple-black flame gradually enlarged in Suning's eyes, but he did not move at all, and did not mean to avoid it in a hurry.
Just waiting for the moment when the purple-black flame was about to touch him, he took a stop, and instantly avoided, leaving an afterimage in place. The moment the purple-black flame touched the afterimage, it burst and ignited on the ground. A raging fire.
Seeing this scene in front of him, the corners of the ancient disciple's mouth curled up, and there was a chuckle, "but that's all." The ancient disciple moved his lips slightly and shouted softly.
"Oh? How can you be sure that you hit it?"
Listening to the words spoken by the ancient disciples, Suning put his hands around collecting money and looked at him with interest. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, evoking a derisive arc.
Suning's figure floated in the air, with a smile of Hexi still on his face, slightly squinting at the ancient disciple on the ground.
"How is it possible, I just clearly saw you being hit by Ling Yan!"
Seeing Suning, who was not damaged in the air, a surprised look appeared on the face of the ancient disciple, and he said in surprise.
"What's impossible, you just hit it, but it's just an afterimage."
Suning shook his head helplessly, and patiently explained to the disciple of the ancient race, apparently the strength of this disciple disappointed him.
"You're over, shouldn't I take the shot?"
After the words fell, Suning's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and his figure immediately moved, rushing out toward the ancient disciple, with unparalleled power on his fists.
The ancient disciple furrowed his eyebrows and looked around in the space of the stone platform, but he could only see the afterimages left by Suning. Suddenly, a fist as big as a sandbag appeared in his vision.
boom!
Although I have seen Suning’s figure, her body has not had time to react. Suning’s fist slammed on the chest of the ancient disciple, blasting his figure directly out, hitting the edge of the stone platform. Above the barrier.
puff!
After receiving Suning's punch abruptly, the disciple of the ancient race only felt a sweet throat, spouting a mouthful of blood, his eyes were full of incredible, and his eyes fixed on Suning.
"Why don't you go down and change another?"
Seeing the ancient disciple with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Suning still had a harmless smile on his face, and asked softly.
"No, I can!"
The ancient disciple's eyes seemed to have two flames burning in them, and he reached out his hand to wipe the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, and then softly responded to Suning.
Listening to the answer from the ancient disciple, Suning shook his head slightly, seemingly helpless.
In the sky outside the stone platform, Jiang Bailin's figure floated and sinked, his eyes focused on the match between the two Suning in the stone platform, and there was a little brilliance in his eyes.
"This fellow Suning, isn't he trying to abuse food again," Jiang Bailin muttered softly with his mouth narrowed, his lips moved slightly.
In the battle between the two on the stone platform, the people around you were stunned for a moment. Just now, Suning had completely controlled the situation in his own hands, and the suppressed ancient disciples had no room to fight back.
"Kirin is determined!"
The ancient disciple moved his wrist, erected the long sword in his hand, pinched the tactics with both hands, and let out a loud shout.
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