Chapter 1251

The domineering words spread everywhere. No one before the challenge arena refused to accept it, because they all knew that Chu Yun did have this strength, otherwise he would not have won in one fell swoop.

"You..." The Yellow robed disciple's mouth twitched and his face was embarrassed. Even though he was unwilling, he didn't have the courage to fight again.

Don't say that the rules don't allow him. Even if the rules allow him, he doesn't have the confidence. With Chu Yun's current state and angry appearance, his ending is not just as simple as being shocked out of the arena.

"Forget it, younger martial brother min, your strength is far away from Chu Yun. Is it interesting to compete like this?"

"Ha ha, younger martial brother min, you can't wring your leg. You'd better not argue with younger martial sister Chu."

"A man can bend and stretch. If he fails, what's the use of all this? It's better to be open and aboveboard, so at least happy

Several of his classmates came to comfort Huang Pao's disciples, ostensibly for his good, but in fact they were trying to please Chu Yun in such a special way.

However, the proud inner genius did not appreciate it. With a cold hum, he ignored the Yellow robed disciple, turned around and walked off the challenge arena.

"Except for Pang Ning and Chu Yun, the strength of these inner disciples seems to be almost the same. Where are the top talents?"

Jiang Tian was staring at the fight scenes on the ring, and he frowned slightly and was puzzled.

Because he didn't know much about the inner gate, let alone a few of his disciples, he couldn't even tell who was the top talent of the inner gate.

Because from their hands, there is no one who is too strong and overbearing.

But when he thought about it, he guessed the reason!

Although zongmen Huiwu has entered the third round and passed several rounds, the strength shown by the public has not reached a high level. In this case, those top talents can easily pass the test without using too strong means.

In his words, of course.

Thinking about the competition with Gao Hanyang just now, Jiang Tian couldn't help but smile.

Out of the dignity of being the first person outside the gate, Gao Hanyang left the square quickly after his defeat. Otherwise, if he saw the scene of Di Feng being blasted off by a finger, his heart would be more shocked.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tian's eyes flickered and his smile faded.

For Gao Hanyang, a failure is enough.

After all, his qualifications are there. Inspired by the shame of defeat, once he works hard, his strength is bound to grow rapidly. When he meets next time, he can never be measured by his current accomplishments.

Boom!

With a low roar, this round of fighting came to an end.

After a short drawing of lots, more than 300 students who had passed the test were caught in pairs again and fought on the stage.

Although the strength of the remaining disciples is not weak, but after many times of fighting, many people still consume a lot. Some people frown and complain secretly. It seems that they can't bear it.

"Damn it! The last round drew the number 26, but this round even drew the number 17. How can I be so lucky? " A stout disciple with a thick neck complained in a thick voice.

"Ha ha, is there any difference in your luck? I signed three hundred and fifty-five in the last round, and I directly drew seven in this round, and I will be on the stage again after I just got off the arena!"

Next to a thin disciple with a wry smile, he looked at the signature in his hand, not to mention how depressed he was.

Although the other side draw the 17th draw, but the last round of play early, in fact, has a good rest for a while, by comparison, he is much luckier.

"What? Well, if you do, your luck is much worse than mine When the strong disciple heard the speech, he laughed, and his depression faded away.

The thin disciple shook his head and sighed. He swallowed two pills and refined them by force.

But because he was about to appear soon, these pills would not have time to refine them thoroughly. He had to plan to fight with his opponent as much as possible after he took the stage, so as to gain precious time for his spiritual power recovery.

As soon as the voice fell, the elder of zongmen began to call!

The disciples who had been drawn to the front scores complained in succession. The eyes of the elder were full of bitterness. The voice was really annoying to them, and it was almost like a talisman.

The strong disciple patted the thin disciple on the shoulder and laughed: "let's go. It's time for us to show up."

"Oh! I hope the opponent is not too strong, or I will definitely suffer a loss. "

The thin disciple walked to the arena with a helpless face. When he looked up, his eyes suddenly twitched and his face became very ugly.

On the challenge arena stands a graceful woman in white, who is Chu Yun!

"It's over It's over The skinny disciple was full of bitterness on his face, and the depression in his heart could hardly be added.

At this moment, Chu Yun's beautiful face seems not so good-looking, especially those two calm eyes full of cold eyes, more like two cold light sharp swords, let him fear.

But there is no way, since the draw of this signature, we can only brave the head to fight."Sister Chu! The competition is over. I hope younger martial sister Well, be merciful! " The thin disciple was embarrassed and timid before fighting.

Chu Yun eyes light, cold hum way: "little nonsense, hands is!"

Thin disciple body a stiff, heart all hit a shiver, but he dare not hesitate.

In front of Chu Yun, if not decisive, he is likely to even have no chance to shoot.

"Younger martial sister Chu, offended!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the thin disciple gave a big drink. His whole body breath suddenly soared. His body swayed like a withered tree swaying in the wind and rushed to the other side.

"The wind breaks the gold claw!"

The deafening drinking with spiritual power swept through the void, and the ripples of the road were created. The withered wood like arms slammed into the air and turned into the blue claw shadow of Dao Dao!

"Hum!" Chu Yun pretty face slightly heavy, eyes flash a trace of disdain, plain hand a lift, across the air to shoot.

Boom!

In the dull roar, the white palm print flashed, and the blue claw shadow was shaken to pieces in an instant.

The thin disciple's eyes suddenly twitched, his arms trembled, and he was ready to use the means again. But at this time, Chu Yun had already swept in front of him. With a flick of his backhand, his powerful and powerful spiritual power suddenly hit his chest.

"Ah..."

Boom!

In the heavy roar, the thin disciple's mouth spurted blood, and his feet left the ground in surprise and flew out of the challenge arena.

It's only taken a few breaths from the shooting to now, and the competition has been decided.

After Chu Yun wins, she bows to the elder and walks down the arena in silence. However, she can't help but glance at Jiang Tian. When she sees that the other side is watching another challenge arena contest, she frowns slightly and feels depressed.

Jiang Tianyi refers to the situation of severely damaging Di Feng, leaving a very deep impression in her heart, which makes her subconsciously have the idea of trying.

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