Moxing jumped off the ring with a relaxed look on his face, and soon, the second round of the ring No. 3 was added.

In the ring of over 100, unless it is finally fought, there will always be someone fighting on every ring.

"Moxing is strong again." Zheng Shiyi sighed and turned to look at the arena where Senior Brother Huanshi was.

Huanshi was just standing there, looking faintly at the man opposite. The man who looked slightly rough on the other side seemed to have no courage to look at Huanshi. He just lowered his head, and dripping sweat as big as beans on his forehead kept emerging, and his body was shaking, as if he was doing this fierce mental struggle.

After two or three breaths, the man suddenly raised his head and looked at the referee below the ring and said, "I...I admit defeat."

"Absent? Just now the first round has begun, and there has been a situation of admitting defeat?"

"Are you scared by the name of the young master of the Fantasy World?"

"No, he was captured in the illusion of the illusion world and was controlled by the inner demon to admit defeat."

"It's the inner demon. Look at his appearance, his eyes are unsightly, which is obviously abnormal."

"Illusion... This kind of illusion is really terrifying. It can be activated without realizing it, and there is no way to prevent it."

Huanshi waited until the referee announced his victory, and then he walked off the ring with a plain expression. As he left the ring, his opponent returned to normal, but he still seemed a little confused.

The Divine Marquis Conference has just begun, but there are many people who compete on the arena. In addition to Mo Xing and Fantasy World, the other two arenas quickly decided on the winners. In a short time, all the arenas, except for one ring, the other arenas have changed sides. Some arenas have even completed two rounds of competition and started the third round.

"Mr. Peng is about to appear. You all keep your eyes open and wait and see Mr. Peng's performance." Peng Junyue looked at the free ring and took a fat body and ran forward with great strides.

"It's that fat man."

"That wretched fat man, he is about to appear!"

"This fat man uses despicable means every time he competes with others. I don't know what means he will use this time!"

"That man named Meng Zhongguang is really unlucky. He met this wretched fat man in the first round."

"Look at this fat man's methods carefully. Don't be unprepared when you meet this fat man in the future."

Below, the eyes of many people who would not participate in the competition for the time being fell on Peng Junyue.

Opposite Peng Junyue, he looked a little thin, and seemed to be more like a scholar than a warrior. And the young man looked very young, looking at Peng Junyue opposite him, and unconsciously moved his body to the rear.

"Oh, boy is very good at it." Peng Junyue looked at the retreating opponent and showed a happy smile on his face: "It's not bad, I know how to compare Peng's greatness with this method. Your name is Meng Zhongguang, right? You have a lot of eyesight.

So Mr. Peng decided to be gentler to you."

Peng Junyue said, waiting for the sound of a gong below to sound, laughed and rushed towards Meng Zhongguang. I don’t know if it was because of his weight. As he ran, every step he fell, a dull sound came from the ring, as if the entire ring was vibrating.

While running, the aura emitted from his body continued to rise. Although he looked fat and heavy, he had already rushed to Meng Zhongguang in a few breaths, and at the same time waved his arm and punched Meng Zhongguang with a heavy punch.

Meng Zhongguang quickly looked to the side, and at the same time, his eyes kept looking around his body, as if he was guarding for some trap.

Peng Junyue's punch fell into the air, and a blue halo suddenly stretched out from his fat fist. With his fist as the center, a circular wave visible to the naked eye was turbulent, swinging rapidly towards all sides, causing the air around him to shake.

With a shock, Meng Zhongguang's body trembled.

Peng Junyue waved his fist again and smashed Meng Zhongguang, who had obviously stopped, on his body.

A punch fell, and the howling wind blew up, and Peng Junyue seemed to turn into a giant bear, waving a huge fist that seemed to be able to break the mountain.

What a horrible punch!

A deep sense of horror suddenly flashed across Meng Zhongguang's face. The spirit that was originally paying attention was completely concentrated on Peng Junyue, with his arms crossed to protect him on his chest.

The next moment, a huge force came.

Meng Zhongguang felt as if he was hit by a huge mountain head-on, and violent force came, and his arms seemed to break in an instant and hang down uncontrollably.

Peng Junyue hit a punch, followed closely with the other punch. The blue light on the fist was strong, and the power was even stronger than the previous punch. Under the punch, countless dust around him rolled up and hit Meng Zhongguang's unprepared chest because his arms were sagging.

A loud noise like thunder falling out came out, and Meng Zhongguang's thin body flew backwards and fell heavily out of the ring.

"Peng Junyue Sheng!"

As the referee's voice sounded, Peng Junyue's fat body jumped down from the ring, and walked towards the direction of Zheng Shiyi, the three of Huan Shi and Moxing, who had already walked off the ring with great smug steps.

"You didn't use any other means?" Zheng Shiyi seemed to not know Peng Junyue, looked at Peng Junyue with a strange look on his face, and almost asked, "Are you fake Peng Junyue?"

This Peng Junyue is really abnormal. He has never used his skills in the past when he stood on the stage with others? Why did he suddenly become serious?

"Why should I use my means?" Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi and the other two with a righteous look and said, "Master, I can crush him, why do you need to use my means by using my skills?"

"It seems that this is the reason." Zheng Shiyi nodded slightly.

On the side, Huanshi's somewhat surprised voice came: "Fan Yao is on the stage, strange, why is it not normal to look at it? Her opponent should be very weak, why are she being hit by her opponent?"

Are Fan Yao in trouble?

Zheng Shiyi's heart tightened and he hurriedly looked in the direction pointed by Fantasy World.

On the ring, Fan Yao held the sword in one hand, opposite him, and was also a woman's opponent, but his steps were slightly flustered and retreated.

Although she had already stepped on the ring and started fighting, her attention seemed to be more focused on the bottom of the ring and the direction of Zheng Shiyi.

Zheng Shiyi looked at him, and the two of them looked at each other. A strange look flashed in Fan Yao's eyes. There was expectation in his eyes, and there seemed to be this evasion...

Fan Yao didn't know what happened. As soon as he looked at Zheng Shiyi, he immediately looked away in panic. A sharp sword had already fallen in front of him.

not good!

Fan Yao was shocked and quickly hid to the side.

The sharp sword passed by, almost rubbing against her cheeks, and a strand of black hair flew down.

Fan Yao dodged a sword and couldn't help but look in the direction of Zheng Shiyi. She appeared on the stage, but Shiyi had not seen her competition before.

Yesterday, the diaphragm that I and him had created was so large?

Then, how can I repair the diaphragm with him?

What if I stood with him yesterday?

Fan Yao slowly remembered what Concubine Qing said yesterday, and remembered the relationship with the ancestral sect. How should she cut off the ancestral sect?

Below the arena, everyone was surprised to see Fan Yao, who was obviously absent-minded.

"It's really strange. Princess Fanyao's opponent is not strong. Princess Fanyao should win easily, why are they still being beaten by the opponent now?"

"I don't understand, Princess Fanyao looks very abnormal today."

"It seems that his mind is not above the game."

Peng Junyue looked at Fan Yao on the ring, then looked back at Zheng Shiyi beside him, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Old Shiyi, I remember Fan Yao came to find you yesterday.

Let me tell you, what happened last night? Why do I feel like Fan Yao is like an angry woman? You look at her and look at you again. How melancholy you look at her... Have you abandoned her at all?"

"You... I'm here to play." Zheng Shiyi was too lazy to pay attention to Peng Junyue and walked directly to the arena where he was about to play.

The battle on the ring has reached its final stage.

On another ring, Fan Yao finally came to her senses as she saw Zheng Shiyi, who had already walked to the ring and was about to appear.

Ten Wings are about to appear, has his injuries recovered?

The battle must be resolved as soon as possible!

A bitter look suddenly flashed across Fan Yao's face, and the aura in her body surged, and a burst of breath like a torrent burst out from her body.

A dazzling golden light shot out from the sharp sword in his hand. Under the light, a ball of burning flame suddenly burst out.

Golden sword lights flew out from the long sword in her hand.

For a moment, the entire arena seemed to be covered with golden sword lights, and the sword light was extremely sharp, as if every sword light could easily pierce the mountain.

Countless sharp swords shot towards the opposite side, and a deep fear suddenly shot out from the eyes of the beautiful woman on the opposite side, and an instinctive sense of crisis rose from its body.

"Give up! I'll give up!"

The woman shouted loudly without waiting for the sword light to fall.

As her shouts fell, the sharp sword in Fan Yao's hand turned, and golden sword lights suddenly changed direction and flew to one side, shooting all on the ring.

The hard ring was instantly penetrated under the sword light.

In just a moment, there were already a series of piercing holes on the ring, and each round hole looked exactly the same, and there was no difference at all.

Is this the real strength of Princess Fanyao?

The opponent opposite Fan Yao looked at the ground under her feet and took a breath of cold air. With so many sword energy attacks, she could actually perfectly control the power of each sword energy exactly the same!

Below the arena, the eyes of the people who were paying attention to Fan Yao's fight fell on another arena.

"Zheng Shiyi is about to appear!"

"Zheng Shiyi is already disabled. It is said that he cannot punch. I don't know how he will deal with this battle!"

"Zheng Shiyi's opponent is not that kind of nameless person!"

"I can't swing my fist, I think Zheng Shiyi will win with his feet."
Chapter completed!