Huang Ming suddenly turned his head, showed a smile on his face and said to Chang Le, "Chang Le, our battle is placed in the ring match."

Chang Le nodded with a smile.

Obviously, Huang Ming did not expect that he would be in the same group as Chang Le in the third round of the knockout round.

When facing Chang Le, Huang Ming was not sure that he could defeat Chang Le without exerting all his strength.

At this moment, the inner gate competition was just beginning and it was not the time to put in full force, so the best way was to postpone the battle between the two.

On the ring, many disciples ignored each other vigilantly, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire ring.

"Can't delay the time, go!"

"There are 40 places to advance, and I, Wang Zifeng, count one."

"Whoever wants to compete with me for a quota must first see if the big knife in my hand is willing."

After a moment of silence, many disciples on the ring suddenly roared, and one by one pulled out their weapons and attacked the other disciples.

However, although the knockout round has begun, no disciples were attacked and knocked off the ring.

After all, those who can advance to the third round of knockout are all elites in the inner sect, and they are extremely vigilant, so how can they give others the opportunity to attack?

Therefore, for a moment, various roars and weapons collided continuously on the ring, and the many disciples under the ring were excited and excited.

Chang Le stood at the edge of the ring, and not far away was Huang Ming. Huang Ming suddenly laughed softly and said, "Chang Le, your strength is very strong, why not let's compare, see who defeats more disciples?"

Chang Le smiled. This was a ring match. As long as you don’t kill disciples and don’t foul, the other sects will not care about it. So, he nodded: “Okay!”

"Then... let's start!" Huang Ming said, and almost as soon as he finished speaking, his whole person disappeared from the spot and appeared again, and was already the center of the crowd on the ring.

Chang Le smiled slightly and rushed forward without any hesitation. At the same time, an extremely dazzling bronze light appeared on his body.

"One." On the other side, Huang Ming had already started fighting. He raised his thighs, glowing green light, and hit a disciple with one leg on a late stage of Tongmai Realm. The disciple's face changed drastically. He raised a long stick in his hand to resist Huang Ming's attack, but before his long stick could be fully raised, Huang Ming's thighs hit the disciple's chest. The latter screamed and his body was directly knocked off the ring.

Huang Ming didn't even look at the disciple, and his body flashed and appeared in front of a disciple at the peak of Tongmai Realm... Two bangs, Huang Ming only kicked out his legs, and the disciple with the peak of Tongmai Realm's cultivation level flew backwards with pale faces.

In fact, this disciple with a peak cultivation level at Tongmai Realm is not weak. The reason why he was defeated so quickly was entirely because Huang Ming's attack was too fast and too fierce. The disciple had just had time to react and was hit before he could make a defensive measure, and then he was knocked off the ring.

If it is a real battle, even if Huang Ming can win, he will have to pay some price.

"Drink!" Chang Le did not watch Huang Ming's fight, but punched a disciple at a late stage of Tongmai Realm. The disciple screamed directly and was knocked off the arena.

As the melee continued, the number of disciples on the ring was getting smaller and smaller, and at this moment there were less than sixty people!

Among the remaining fifty disciples, except for more than ten late-stage disciples in Tongmai realm, they are all disciples with the peak cultivation level of Tongmai realm.

During the melee just now, many peak disciples of Tongmai Realm were also bombarded off the arena.

call out!

call out!

Chang Le and Huang Ming appeared on the edge of the ring again. Both of them were covered in blood, their clothes were messy, and their bodies looked a little embarrassed.

"I have twelve, Chang Le, how many people have you defeated?" Huang Ming said.

"One less than you for the time being," Chang Le said.

Huang Ming's steps were too ethereal. Without using the Sky Eagle Transformation with all his strength, Chang Le's speed was slightly less than Huang Ming's.

"Haha, it seems that I won. However, it's boring for the late Tongmai Realm disciples to fight. If you want to fight, you will fight against the genius. Those disciples with peak cultivation in Tongmai Realm are all very proud. Today I will let them know that we have never served as inspectors and their strength is stronger than them!" Huang Ming laughed wildly, his face full of rebellious expressions.

Huang Ming's voice was very loud and there was no concealment, so that the disciples on the entire arena heard his words, especially the last sentence, who had never served as an inspector, and his strength was stronger than them!

Those genius disciples who have served as inspectors all looked a little bad.

"Arrogant!"

"Huangming, don't think that you have some talent and are the best in the world."

"Hmph, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong. How can you understand the strength of the patrol disciples? If it weren't forbidden to kill people, you would be a cold corpse now."

Those who can serve as the inspector's disciples are naturally of excellent talent and qualifications. However, these disciples are still early to practice, and many of them are in the late stage of Tongmai Realm.

Moreover, even the inspectors who broke through to the peak of Tongmai Realm have just made breakthroughs, which is much weaker than the older generation of the peak of Tongmai Realm.

In fact, most of the many peak disciples of Tongmai Realm on the arena have participated in the last inner sect competition. They practiced hard for three years, and some qualifications and good understanding are naturally able to break through to the peak of Tongmai Realm.

Just as many disciples who had served as inspectors glared at Huang Ming, a faint voice suddenly sounded: "The use of 'power'? Huang Ming, you have good qualifications, but... you are a little too arrogant when you say this."

As the voice fell, a young man in his early twenties walked out of the middle of the crowd, which was also at the peak of Tongmai Realm. However, unlike other disciples, the young man's body was very clean, as if the melee just now had not affected him anything.

However, many disciples on the ring changed slightly when they saw this disciple.

"Fengze, it's him!"

"It turns out that Feng Ze is also in the first group, but why didn't I notice it just now?"

"It's so powerful, in the same group as us, but we didn't find this person. I have only seen this in the elders, and this is a reflection of returning to nature."

When the cultivation level reaches a certain level, the warrior can hide the breath on his body, just like many powerful elders. Even if they stand in the crowd, as long as they don’t speak, other people will automatically ignore such a person even if they see it. It’s not because they are too weak, but because they are too strong, that others cannot find them at all.

"Are you Feng Ze?" Huang Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Ze and said, "Before the inner gate competition, I heard that you have competed with Senior Brother Fu... You are very strong."

Feng Ze nodded lightly and said slowly: "You have basically understood the use of 'power', so... let me try your strength now."

Feng Ze is a person with excellent qualifications and talents among the inspectors' genius disciples. Even compared with Hongqi, he is not much inferior.

And as Huang Ming said, genius disciples are extremely proud, and ordinary disciples do not take them seriously at all.

However, at this moment, Huang Ming understood the use of "power", showed enough strength and talent, and was qualified to fight Feng Ze.

You should know that many disciples in private speculate that Feng Ze is the most powerful competitor in the top ten and can be proposed to fight by Feng Ze, which means that Huang Ming almost has the strength of the top ten competitors.

"I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time!" Huang Ming said with blood boiling all over his body and his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Many disciples on the ring immediately made way for Feng Ze and Huang Ming to fight.

Chang Le shook his head slightly, looked at Huang Ming, and walked to the other side of the ring.

"What did you say, the battle between Huang Ming and Feng Ze?"

"Who is Huang Ming? I have never heard of such a person in the inner sect!"

"Is it a new talented disciple?"

"Is he so powerful that he can compete with Feng Ze, a genius disciple of the inspector?"

"Don't worry, go and have a look first."

In the inner gate square, many disciples of Tiannan Sect who watched the battle passed on one to ten, and ten to hundreds of them.

But in the blink of an eye, the competition between Huang Ming and Feng Ze in the first arena was passed on to the entire square.

In an instant, a large number of disciples rushed to the first arena, watching excitedly.

However, for most disciples, I have never heard of the name Huangming.

But even so, it cannot reduce the many disciples' expectations for the battle between Feng Ze and Huang Ming.

And you should know that this is an inner sect competition. Every inner sect competition will have disciples with hidden strength suddenly jump out, showing extremely amazing strength and talent.

As for Huang Ming, although they had never heard of him, they had no need to think about it and knew that they must be the kind of disciple with hidden strength.

What's more, if he doesn't have enough strength, how could Feng Ze fight with him?

So, everyone is looking forward to it.

In the VIP seat, many leaders of forces were attracted by the sudden emergence of so many disciples on the first stage.

But soon, they turned their eyes to the second and third arenas.

Compared with the participating disciples in the first arena, the participating disciples in the second and third are much stronger.

In the second arena, there are many extremely outstanding top inner disciples such as Shangguan Ming'er and Hongqi.

In the third arena, there are also disciples such as Fu Shijian and Shi Gang with extremely evil talents.

In the first arena, although there are many disciples with a peak cultivation level in Tongmai Realm, there are obviously fewer top disciples.

On the first arena, Feng Ze looked at Huang Ming with a smile and said lightly: "Then, let's start now."

"Then be careful!" Huang Ming narrowed his eyes and suddenly shouted in a low voice: "The leaves fallen on the breeze!"

Almost as his voice fell, he saw Huang Ming suddenly lifting one leg and sweeping towards Feng Ze at an extremely fast speed.

His leg was not only very fast, but also kept floating in the air. It was really like a fallen leaf, swaying in the air, extremely strange.

Feng Ze couldn't help but a seriousness flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart: "The power of Huang Ming's attack was extremely appropriate. The true energy in his body was used to consume a little more, nor did it take a little less. In addition, the attack on his leg was erratic... Not only was the attack weird, but it was also extremely powerful!"

Feng Ze did not dare to be careless at all, and suddenly stretched out his palm and slapped Huang Ming's thigh with a palm.

Compared to Huang Ming's attack, Feng Ze's palm looked much more plain, without any fancy, just a simple attack. However, although this time it looked simple, it slightly condensed in Huang Ming's eyes.

The attacks of both sides fell together. The next moment, both of them retreated. Feng Ze's eyes showed a look of surprise, while Huang Ming's face was full of pleasure, as if he was very satisfied with the fight.

"Okay, please feel free, keep coming!" Huang Ming roared, his body flashed, and suddenly raised his thighs again, and banged at Feng Ze repeatedly. The attack speed was still very fast and weird.

"Hmph!" Feng Ze hummed lowly, his hands kept waving, and he kept waving his palms, attacking continuously.

For a moment, the first arena was full of Feng Ze and Huang Ming's attacks, and the shocking voice made people excited.

Under the arena, many disciples looked at them excitedly:
To be continued...