Chapter 187: Punch

As the real Hun Yuan announced the start of the game, everyone stood up and walked towards the sign cage. Ye Feng was not in a hurry, watching one by one draw out a bamboo stick.
When there was not much left, Ye Feng walked up and drew a bamboo stick from the lottery cage with a series of numbers written on it, five hundred. In other words, Ye Feng would not play until the fifth round.
For the time being, I don't know who the opponent is. Ye Feng can only wait quietly. A hundred arena suddenly light up. Someone has fallen on the first ring, and then the second ring lights up, and some people have fallen on it.
In just a few breaths, all 100 arenas lighted up, and a total of 200 disciples appeared together, ranking No. 1 to No. 100.
"Look, there were three Inner Sect Masters in the first round, what's the matter?"
Ye Feng also glanced over. One of them, Ye Feng, had even seen him, and the others in Xiuluotang had never seen Ye Feng.
But from the mouths of these disciples, Ye Feng quickly learned that the other big brothers at the entrance were the Qiguan Crazy Sword on the 7th ring, and Ye Wuyou from the Wukuiyuan on the 20th ring, plus Guiming. , In the first round, there were three big brothers who appeared together.
Among the three, Ye Feng is the most attracted to this ghost, whose strength is unfathomable. Compared with the time when he was on the battlefield of Gorefiend, his aura is more sophisticated, especially the long sword in his hand. Began to tremble.
The battle started instantly, and there were high-ranking academies looking at them, and they were struggling to get a good ranking. More importantly, the top sixty will have the opportunity to go to the illusion. How many disciples dream of wanting to enter.
"Boom boom!"
It was just a few breaths, and several people were already knocked out of the ring by others.
Ye Feng's eyes fell firmly on Gui Ming, seeing his sword unsheathed, and his opponent fell directly under the ring, completely unable to see what martial arts he was using.
"Unexpectedly, Brother Guiming's swordsmanship is even more superb. His fast word swordsmanship has reached the point of perfection."
Some people began to admire, and they seemed to understand Gui Ming's sword skills very well.
"In the inner door, when it comes to Kuaijian, only the ghost of Zhongtian can be longer and shorter with Guiming when he is sad. The swordsmanship of the two people is the same. They all use the word Kuai as the head, ghosts and gods are unpredictable."
After the battle, someone started to make a summary.
The No. 7 Ring Crazy Sword and the No. 20 Ring Ye Wuyou both defeated their opponents with one move and successfully advanced.
This time there are a total of 3,000 disciples participating in the Inner Sect Tournament. On the first day, more than half will be eliminated, and the rest will continue to compete tomorrow, until the last more than one hundred people are selected, and they will be eligible to enter the fantasy world. in.
The battle is not carried out casually. There is a time limit. Each battle should not exceed half an hour. If half an hour cannot tell the victory or defeat, the intensity and strength of the attack shall be used as the criterion.
For example, if the strength of the two sides is almost the same, A attacks B with five palms and three palms hits, while B hits A with three palms and one palm hits, so that A can win. In order to save time, otherwise unlimited fighting , Three days can't end at all.
The first round ended very quickly, and it was only a stick of incense time, and the winner was quickly divided. The disciples who were eliminated in the first round looked decadent, especially the disciples who met the various masters and brothers. When I left, I still murmured why I met them in the first round.
The second round started very quickly. This time there were no bright spots. The winner was quickly divided. The longest battle lasted for half an hour, and finally the victory was judged by attack power.
In the third and fourth rounds, by the time of the fifth round, 400 people had been eliminated.
Ye Feng was the number five hundred, the last player in the fifth round. At the end of the first four rounds, Xuan Yuanyuan was eliminated by seventy people, and only three of them barely passed. It seems that the strength of Xuan Yuanyuan is indeed at the bottom of Tianling Academy.
It can be seen now that the top ranked Yi Zhongtian won a complete victory without any defeat. Only five disciples of the second Tianxing Academy were eliminated, and only ten disciples of the third Wenxing Academy were eliminated.
In some other halls, there were more than ten people eliminated, and dozens of people were eliminated. Only Xuan Yard eliminated the most. Even the array that ranked behind Xuan Yard in the previous session was very eye-catching. Some array geniuses used the array. With the convenience of law, we won again and again.
"It seems that Xuan Yuanyuan is destined to be at the end this year!"
After the four rounds, someone has already given the answer. Looking at the performance of the array, it may even hit the top five, but Xuan Yuanyuan did not have any bright spots in the first four rounds.
With a leap, Ye Feng slowly descended from the high platform using the phantom body technique. The body technique was very elegant, unlike some disciples who were very rough and could make a dull sound when they fell on the ring.
As if a strand of fluffy catkins, without any weight, wanted to ride the wind, Ye Feng's body fell so lightly, causing many people to exclaim.
"What a profound body and martial arts!"
Some girls began to cheer for Ye Feng, with little stars in their eyes. Ye Feng's elegant body and handsome face immediately conquered some girls.
"But it's just a show off, and competition is not winning by the body."
Some people were dissatisfied and started booing, thinking that Ye Feng was a little bragging.
There was already a figure standing on the 100th ring, watching Ye Feng slowly fall, his eyes showing contempt.
"You can't win by relying on physical strength, I advise you to go back obediently!"
The man was two meters tall and very burly. He didn't seem to know Ye Feng. The moment Ye Feng fell, he laughed slyly.
"Only after the comparison do you know!"
Ye Feng said coldly.
"Life and death, since you refuse to admit defeat, then I will throw you out to let you know how powerful my Western Regions mad cow is."
The man reported his family, his body indeed looked like a mad cow, too burly, explosive power seemed to burst his clothes.
"It's a mad cow in the Western Regions, this kid is dangerous."
In the middle area, he could see everything on the ring clearly. Hearing the burly man reported his name, some people started to regret Ye Feng. It was really wrong to encounter a mad cow in the first round.
Ye Feng sneered, did not speak, and looked at his opponent quietly, without even showing his momentum.
"Boy, you look like a new disciple, don't blame me crazy cow for not giving you a chance, I will let you make a move, you can do it first!"
The mad cow was mad enough, stretched out a finger, shook it towards Ye Feng, and even let Ye Feng take the first shot.
"In that case, I'm not welcome!"
Ye Feng didn't bother to talk with him, although Mad Cow's strength was very good, infinitely close to the Earth Martial Realm, but in Ye Feng's view, he was still an ant-like role.
A bullet of his body, like a cannonball, rushed forward fiercely, just a punch, even Ye Feng didn't use the true energy, relying on the power of the flesh, like a beast, slammed into it.
Unmatched power penetrates the air, and even without the true energy blessing, Ye Feng still has the power of hundreds of flying dragons, which is terrifying.
The arm resembles a golden dragon, which emits bursts of dragons, followed by a mighty underworld. Ye Feng has the essence of the Shura in his body. This is the ancestor of the demons. In ancient times, the demons were the dominant players. They are the most talented race, they can evolve by swallowing their essence and blood, which is much faster than human cultivation.
The mad cow of the Western Regions narrowed his eyes, and he didn't seem to think that Ye Feng's power was so powerful, and he began to regret a little. Why did he let a move be too late to think, and raised his fist to fight back.
"Hush..."
There were booing noises from all around. Just now the Western Region Mad Bull wanted Ye Feng to make a move. Many people heard it clearly. Now they violated their promise and made a bold move.
At the moment Ye Feng took the shot, many experts in the middle area looked over. Hongyue was sitting in the first row, still wearing a veil, unable to see her true face, and glanced at Ye Feng.
Sitting next to her was Guardian Gao, and his eyes fell on Ye Feng, wanting to see how Ye Feng defeated his opponent.
The arena is huge, and each arena is the size of a hundred square meters, which is just right for fighting. The distance between the two is only ten meters away, and they instantly impact together.
"boom!"
It was as if a bomb exploded between the two of them, a rushing weather wave appeared, and a gust of wind blew a figure into the air, and tossed it fiercely, as if a kite had been cut off by someone, unable to control the direction of the kite. .
"Crack!"
At the moment the human body flew up, there was a sound of clicking from inside his body, it was a bone crack.
"puff!"
The matter is far from over. Next comes a burst of blood. The ring is made of high-grade bluestone. It is several times harder than ordinary bluestone. Even if it is cut by a sword, it cannot be split. This bluestone is even better than Ordinary metals are harder.
The blood was spilled on the bluestone and was absorbed in an instant without a trace. This kind of bluestone is very peculiar and can absorb some things, so as to avoid cleaning the battlefield.
"boom!"
After a breath, the figure fell out of the ring and landed on the ground with an extremely dull sound. The body was tightly attached to the ground. The referee walked over to check and found that the person lying on the ground was already Passed in a coma.
"This round, Ye Feng wins!"
Each disciple had a token on his waist, with his or her name on it, and the referee quickly announced the result.
Although Ye Feng's name has a certain reputation in the inner door, some people still don't know it very well, especially those disciples who have only come back this time, it is basically vague.
Seeing Ye Feng's punch to solve his opponent, Yang Hua nodded in satisfaction. Ye Feng saw that he wanted to go down the domineering route. This was his style.
In the fifth round, Ye Feng was the first to end his opponent and returned to his own area.
Time is passing fast, in a blink of an eye, the sixth round, the seventh round, and the eighth round are over respectively. In the eighth round, Qi Ruomei appeared on the stage. His opponent saw that he was the master sister of the Black and White Hall and gave up.
Until the afternoon, the fifteen rounds were over, and a total of 1,500 people were eliminated. Only about a hundred people were left on the Xuan courtyard.