Chapter 1253: Understatement

"Look! That's Brother Huang, an inner genius!"
"The green-robed warrior on his left is the inner genius Senior Brother Ke!"
"You see, these are all top talents. It is said that there are rare rivals in the inner door, and it is even hard to get a defeat!"
"There is also the gray-robed Senior Brother Xuan. Looking at his young age, his strength is not inferior to them. It is said that he is appreciated by the Inner Sect elders!"
Seeing these inner geniuses, everyone exclaimed and admired, and there were noises one after another!
"Top genius in the inner door?" Jiang Tian turned his head and looked over there, his expression moved, and a bright light appeared in his eyes!
"The breath is so deep, these people are indeed not weak!"
After waiting for a while, Jiang Tian couldn't help but nodded slowly and muttered to himself.
Although these people haven't taken a shot yet, they already show some invisible domineering, obviously not in the same class as Di Feng's kind of people.
They walked calmly under the gaze of everyone, like strolling in a leisurely courtyard. There seems to be nothing special, but it is precisely because of their strong strength that they can have such a calm momentum!
Martial artists who have reached a certain level of strength will naturally have enough self-confidence, which is enough to keep them calm and calm in front of any environment.
But after a while, Jiang Tian narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help frowning!
He suddenly discovered that among the top geniuses in the inner sect, several were staring at him coldly, with contemptuous expressions.
When he looked at him suspiciously, and when he was inquiring, the other party smiled coldly and withdrew his gaze disdainfully!
Jiang Tian frowned speechless, touched his chin for a moment, and couldn't help but shook his head and let out a sulky breath.
After a while, these people stepped onto the ring one after another, but the shots were calm, calm and calm, and some even seemed a little casual.
But even so, their power is shocking!
The yellow-robed disciple seemed indifferent to coldly shook his palm, and suddenly a wave of spiritual power surged in the void, and he could not help but shook his opponent out of the ring.
And he looked plain from start to finish, as if the one who fought with him was not a disciple of the same discipline, but just a practice stone or a puppet!
The same is true for the disciple surnamed Ke, Qingpao. He walked onto the ring with his hands on his back, and when he finished greeting him, he just stepped forward with his right foot, and the tyrannical coercion sent the opponent into flight in one fell swoop!
The other few people are probably the same, because their strength is obviously higher than their opponents by a level, and they have barely exerted much effort to win.
As for the disciple surnamed Gray Robe Xuan, he didn't rush to make a move after he took the stage, but took a deep look in Jiang Tian's direction, and then calmly made his move.
However, his way of shooting is quite special. It just shakes his body and turns around his opponent in an instant, and he is swept off the ground by a powerful spiritual force, and he shook his feet with an exclamation. Flew out of the ring!
All of these people's moves caused everyone to scream and cheer, and the atmosphere in the square reached its peak.
You know, each of their matches before this was just a routine. After taking the stage, a face-to-face blasted the opponent into the air with coercion.
Being able to be a little more serious now is an eye-opener for everyone!
After watching these competitions, Jiang Tian also realized that these people are indeed very good, and they are totally different from Di Feng's kind of stuff.
This round of competition quickly ended. After half of them were eliminated, there were less than two hundred disciples left, and the time had come to the afternoon.
However, the senior Zongmen didn't mean to stop at all. Just after the last match, the Zongmen elder immediately directed the deacon and disciples to draw lots in the preparation area.
After the lottery is finished, there is still no rest time, and all the disciples who pass through the lottery will immediately start to compete on the stage according to the order of the lottery.
After the previous levels of elimination and squeeze, the "parallel import" disciples had long been eliminated, and by this time, all the remaining people were powerful and talented disciples!
Jiang Tian's luck didn't seem to be too good. He got the ninth pick, but it didn't seem to be too bad. His opponent was not a highly anticipated top insider master, but a relatively ordinary disciple.
But this is also relatively speaking, compared with those before, this opponent is not bad at all!
Judging from the aura of this red-robed disciple's cultivation base, at least defeating a character like Di Feng is absolutely not a problem.
"I'm the inner disciple Fu Yan! Are you Jiang Tian?" Red robe disciple Fu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and said proudly.
"It's me." Jiang Tian nodded, without any special reaction, the aura around his body was still extremely stable, and there was no trace of tension on his face.
This attitude made Fu Yan a little dissatisfied, glanced at Jiang Tian and frowned slightly.
This Outer Sect Junior of the Chongyang Realm was so calm and calm, he seemed to have a salty expression, which was simply a kind of contempt for him.
"Jiang Tian, ​​although you performed well before, don't be too proud. You have no other chance of losing when you meet me!"
"Really?" Jiang Tian shook his head and smiled, his expression faint.
"Although your cultivation level is not weak, it doesn't matter to me. It's useless to say more. Let's see the truth under our hands."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yan suddenly sank, and her heart was greatly annoyed.
"Huh! If you are not so arrogant and self-righteous, you might be able to stay in the ring for a while. Now, let me go down!"
Fu Yan let out a cold cry, his body aura suddenly soared, and his spirit power surged out and he swept towards Jiang Tian involuntarily, demonstrating the powerful strength of the late Profound Moon Realm!
But to Jiang Tian, ​​this is nothing at all.
Seeing that Zongmen Huiwu was nearing the end, he didn't need to hide it anymore, he could let it go.
But it is a pity that this inner disciple named Fu Yan is not enough to force his true strength!
"Brother Fu, be careful!" Jiang Tian yelled coldly, a smile fluttered from the corner of his mouth, and walked out leisurely.
Hearing his reminder, Fu Yan not only did not feel useful, but was greatly humiliated!
In the arena competition, only when the strength of the two sides are similar or when one side is obviously dominant will they say this and have this attitude.
Of course, sometimes the obviously disadvantaged party will also use this special way to express their respect and admiration.
But Jiang Tian obviously didn't have these kinds of meanings, and even a kind of arrogance was revealed in his words!
A junior outside the Chongyang sect was so arrogant in front of him, a genius of the Profound Moon Realm, is this too arrogant?
"Boy! You are crazy!"
Fu Yan shouted angrily, his whole body's fighting spirit suddenly skyrocketed, his arms flicked, and the red flame-like spiritual power suddenly rolled to the opposite side.
And he himself took a step behind him, and between the flips of his palms, two strange crimson spiritual flames lingered on it, carrying two amazing powers that crushed the void and blasted at Jiang Tian's chest!