"Don't worry. This guy is just very strong."

Wang Lingyun said in a deep voice.

The words "dark horse" made his heart sink.

This was what he was most worried about, but it happened to happen soon.

"strong?"

Huang Yuan and Hu Yiba both grinned when they heard this.

It's said to be powerful.

Within ten miles of the outer gate, there are several very tyrannical ones.

Just now.

Huang Yuan has practiced external martial arts passed down from his family since he was a child. He is the best at the same level and can beat him to the ground at the normal pulse-opening stage.

Hu Yiba practices the "Bawang Halberd Technique" passed down by his family. Just by hearing the word "Bawang", you can imagine how powerful he is.

But the two of them didn't know that Wang Lingyun had reservations about Zhou Xing's evaluation. The biggest feature of Zhou Xing's "Bronze Statue Kung Fu" was not its great power.

time flies.

The fourth round of random battles passed quickly.

In this round, some less powerful disciples were eliminated.

Of course, there are also some disciples who have acceptable strength but are very unlucky, such as those who encounter the top ten or twenty disciples in a row.

At this moment, it is on the formation board.

There are not many people who can still maintain the winning streak, only twenty or thirty people.

Even the top ten disciples from the previous session cannot guarantee a winning streak.

For example, Yang Fan met Nangong Li in the first round and lost one game, winning three and losing one.

The knockout round begins with the fifth round.

It didn't take long.

Zhou Xing appeared on the stage again, and the disciples in the audience were booed and wary again.

"Zhou Xing, you'd better stop throwing people away. There are big shots above who think you are suspected of disrupting order."

A voice sounded in Zhou Xing's ears.

Zhou Xing looked sideways and saw that it was the law enforcement referee on the side, transmitting a message to him.

To transmit sound into secrets, you must at least be in the viscera refining stage before you can use it.

Can’t throw people away anymore?

Zhou Xing wondered in his mind, which big shot had he offended?

"Okay! If you don't throw it away, don't throw it away."

Zhou Xing didn't care and looked at the young man opposite.

"Don't throw me away... I surrender!"

The young man opposite was only in the middle stage of Tongmai. Knowing that he was no match for Zhou Xing, he quickly admitted defeat.

Defeating is a trivial matter, but being thrown down and carried away is too embarrassing.

Just admit defeat!

This is the first time we have encountered this situation since Zhou Xing’s competition.

It seems that his reputation has gradually been established in the minds of his disciples.

Five consecutive wins!

Zhou Xing grinned and walked off the competition stage.

The fifth round of competition ended faster.

On the one hand, some contestants have been eliminated and the number of participants has become smaller.

Furthermore, some powerful figures, such as Duan Xiaolong, Hu Yiba, Nangong Li and others, will decisively admit defeat to their opponents.

The fifth round is over.

Look at the rankings on the formation board again.

"Five consecutive victories, only twenty-three left..."

The rankings arranged on the formation board attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, some more obscure names appeared, and some disciples were eliminated.

The sixth round begins!

In the ensuing battle, the powerful disciples frequently clashed with each other, and the fight was in full swing.

some of.

A battle caused a burst of boos.

"Iron Palm!"

A young man with a slightly darkened face had a hot inner breath rising from his palm, like a ball of high-temperature iron sand, with an astonishing momentum.

His opponent is a man with a Chinese character.

"Pengpa!"

The young man's palm was like a hot iron stone, beating the man with the Chinese character's face back again and again.

"How could it be possible? Who is that young man? He actually beat 'Zheng Dong', who was ranked eleventh last year, to the point where he couldn't resist."

""Iron Sand Palm"? Isn't this a low-level martial arts?"

All the disciples in the audience couldn't help but marvel.

A low-level boxing technique can actually suppress Zheng Dong, who is ranked eleventh.

"The pinnacle of boxing skills!"

Zhou Xing saw something fishy.

Outside the court, some middle-level and senior-level people in the sect were also a little surprised.

It is not easy to practice a martial arts to its peak and understand its true meaning.

Even if it is a low-level martial arts, reaching the peak and perfection, the power is astonishing.

What's more, that young man still possesses the late cultivation level of Tongmai.

After a few rounds.

Peng!

"Zheng Dong", a man with a Chinese character face, was kicked out of the competition ring.

"My lord, Cao Lei, accepts the concession."

The young man's voice was calm and neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Whoosh!

When the formation was lined up, the name of the young man "Cao Lei" suddenly jumped to the front.

Take a closer look.

The result of young Cao Lei is actually six consecutive victories!

"Dark horse! Another dark horse!"

"I've seen this kid before. He has been practicing hard, but I didn't expect that he would become a blockbuster today."

Some disciples discussed it privately.

Cao Lei's combat performance, reaching the top ten, is not a big problem.

"Number 99 vs. Number 33."

The referee's voice sounded, and it was Zhou Xing's turn to play again.

On the fighting stage.

"Wang Lingyun!"

Zhou Xing looked at the familiar young man in green clothes across from him and couldn't help but be stunned.

On the 33rd, it was Wang Lingyun.

The corner of Zhou Xing's mouth evoked a hint of amusement.

It was not until the sixth round of the competition that he finally met Wang Lingyun.

"Oops!"
To be continued...