My Taoist buddy has practiced surrogacy

Chapter 452 Opportunity
"Don't worry. This kid is just strong."

Wang Lingyun said in a deep voice.

The word "dark horse" made his heart sink.

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

"strong?"

Huang Yuan and Hu Yiba grinned when they heard this.

Let's say it's strong.

In the first ten miles of the outer gate, several of them are very tyrannical.

Right now.

Huang Yuan has practiced external skills passed down from his family since he was a child, and he has surpassed the same level, and can easily beat the prostration of the meridians.

Hu Yiba, who practiced the family biography "The Overlord's Halberd Technique".Just by hearing the word "Overlord", one can imagine how powerful he is.

It's just that 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 Art" is not its strength.

time flies.

The fourth round of random battles passed quickly.

In this round, some disciples who were not very strong were eliminated.

Of course, there are also some disciples with fair strength but unlucky luck, such as the disciples who have encountered the top ten or top twenty consecutively.

At this moment on the formation board.

There are not many people who can still maintain the winning streak, only 30 people.

Even the top ten disciples of 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.

Knockout, the fifth round begins.

It didn't take long.

Zhou Xing appeared on the stage again, and the disciples booed and guarded again.

"Zhou Xing, you'd better stop throwing people away. There are big people on the top who think you are suspected of disturbing order."

A voice rang in Zhou Xing's ear.

Zhou Xing glanced sideways, and it was the law enforcement referee on one side who was transmitting voice to him.

Sound transmission into secrets can only be performed at least during the viscera refining period.

Can't throw people anymore?

Zhou Xing murmured in his heart, which big shot did he offend?

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

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

"Don't throw me... I admit defeat!"

The young man on the opposite side only had a mid-stage Tongmai cultivation, knowing that he was no match for Zhou Xing, he quickly surrendered.

It's a trivial matter to lose, and it's too embarrassing to be thrown down and carried away.

Just admit defeat!

This is the first time since the Zhou Xing competition.

It seems that his prestige has gradually been established in the hearts of all the disciples.

Five straight 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 has decreased.

Furthermore, some powerful figures, such as Duan Xiaolong, Hu Yiba, Nan Gongli, etc., their opponents will decisively admit defeat.

The fifth round is over.

Look at the ranking on the formation board.

"Five consecutive victories, only 23 left..."

The rankings arranged on the array board attracted many eyes.

Of course, some more dim names were added, and some disciples were eliminated.

The sixth round begins!
In the ensuing battle, the stronger disciples clashed frequently and fought like a raging fire.

some of.

A fight caused a burst of boos.

"Iron Sand Palm!"

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

His opponent was a man with a square face.

"Puff!"

The boy's palm was like a scorching iron stone, and he beat the man with the square face back again and again.

"How could it be! Who is that young man who beat 'Zheng Dong', who was ranked No.11 last year, to the point of being overwhelmed?"

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

All the disciples in the audience couldn't help being amazed.

A low-level boxing method can actually suppress Zheng Dong, who is ranked No.11.

"The pinnacle of boxing!"

Zhou Xing saw something strange.

Off the field, some middle and high-level people in the sect were also a little surprised.

It is not easy to cultivate a martial art to its peak and understand its true meaning.

Even if it is a low-level martial art, if it reaches its peak, its power is astonishing.

What's more, that young man also has a late stage cultivation of Tongmai.

After a few rounds.

Bang!
The man with a square face, "Zheng Dong", was kicked out of the martial arts arena.

"I'm Cao Lei, I've accepted it."

The boy's voice was steady, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Swish!
On the formation row, the name of the boy "Cao Lei" rushed to the front.

Take a closer look.

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

"Dark horse! Another dark horse!"

"I've seen this kid before. I've been practicing hard, but I didn't expect to become a blockbuster today."

Some disciples discussed in private.

Cao Lei's performance in combat performance, making it into the top ten, is not a big problem.

"Number 99 versus Number 33."

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

On the competition stage.

"Wang Lingyun!"

Zhou Xing looked at a familiar young man in Tsing Yi, and couldn't help being taken aback.

No. 33 is Wang Lingyun.

The corner of Zhou Xing's mouth twitched with amusement.

The competition, until the sixth round, he finally met Wang Lingyun.

"Oops!"

Wang Lingyun knew something was wrong.But he couldn't immediately admit defeat in front of Zhou Xing.

Even if you lose, you have to lose decently.

Wang Lingyun had a plan in mind, and looked on guard, he couldn't be thrown off the stage.

Iron Cloud Claw!
Wang Lingyun stepped forward steadily, with a single claw slashing across a sharp inner breath, the sharp and ear-piercing energy made people feel a chill.

Compared with last time, Wang Lingyun's martial arts level has obviously improved.

"open!"

Zhou Xing punched Wang Lingyun staggeringly with his huge strength and domineering inner breath.

puff!
A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Wang Lingyun's mouth, and his face showed shock. He never thought that he couldn't even catch the opponent's punch.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the boy opposite was blurred.

Hush!

When the strong wind came, Wang Lingyun secretly thought that it was not good, he was afraid that Zhou Xing would throw himself out.

however.

The next feeling is not the feeling of being caught.

boom!
A heavy foot kicked Wang Lingyun's butthole from behind.

"Ahh—"

Wang Lingyun only felt a piercing pain in the chrysanthemum, and let out a mournful roar.

Boom!

In the next moment, he was kicked vigorously and kicked out of the competition arena.

thump!
Some of the disciples in the audience stepped aside on guard, causing Wang Lingyun to drop a piece of shit.

just.

What surprised everyone this time was that instead of throwing people, Zhou Xing kicked them instead.

"Ah! My ass..."

Wang Lingyun managed to get up, his forehead dripping with cold sweat, and he was holding his buttocks with one hand, limping like a lame old man.

The referee was stunned and glanced at Zhou Xing.

"I didn't throw people away this time, so kicking with my feet won't work?"

Zhou Xing lowered his voice.

The referee's face twitched, and he waved the flag, announcing Zhou Xing's six-game winning streak!
Wang Lingyun's tragic end made many disciples feel cold.

In contrast, Zhou Xing's previous performance of "throwing people" was considered "gentle".

"Zhou Xing! Today's shame, I will repay it tenfold."

Wang Lingyun gritted his teeth tightly, stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was unprecedented hatred in his eyes.

He already understood.

In Yunyue Sect, he and Zhou Xing can only have one person.

When Zhou Xing came down from the stage, he was naturally aware of Wang Lingyun's vicious gaze; he made up his mind that if there was a good opportunity, he would definitely get rid of this son!
Although he had overtaken Wang Lingyun, he didn't want to be on guard against this poisonous snake in the dark all the time.

The sixth round of competition proceeded in an orderly manner.

Up to now, there are only more than [-] disciples who have not been eliminated on the field.

In other words.

Up to now in the knockout round, nearly two-thirds of the disciples have been eliminated.

Duan Xiaolong, Nan Gongli, Hu Yiba and others are still strong, and their opponents basically admit defeat.

At the end of the sixth round, a battle attracted attention.

"Get out of here!"

A man with raised eyebrows had a stern voice, a black iron rod in his hand, whistling and dull, and his strong inner breath, blessed on the iron rod, was extremely powerful.

"It's Fang Xing!"

"This person was eighth in last year's competition, and his skills have increased greatly this year."

Many disciples recognized Fang Xing.

Fang Xing's opponent was a beautiful woman, holding a soft sword in her hand, and wielding a nimble afterglow of the sword's shadow.

"Tong Yuling."

Zhou Xing recognized this woman at a glance, she was the same senior sister Tong who had killed the bloody bald head with him last time.

To Zhou Xing's surprise, Tong Yuling was able to calmly fight Fang Xing.

In my memory.

Tong Yuling's strength is probably ranked in the top fifteen of the outer gate, and there is a gap between Fang Xing and Yang Fan who are in the top ten.

"Sweep the world with sticks!"

Fang Xing, a man with hanging eyebrows, was holding an iron rod in his hand, his inner breath was surging and roaring, and suddenly he swung a pillar-like shadow of the stick, with the momentum of splitting mountains across the mountain and sweeping away thousands of troops with one stick.

The majesty and strength of that stick seemed to be a blow that was almost at its limit during the Tongmai stage.

"Spiritual Snake Sword Dance!"

Tong Yuling didn't retreat at all, and with a flick of the soft sword in her hand, it seemed to turn into a living sword snake, bursting out an astonishing cold rainbow of inner breath, and a blood glow faintly flashed on its surface.

That sword was not only weird and agile, but also the internal breath on the sword exploded, even surpassing Fang Xing.

puff!

The snake-like sword slapped on the iron rod, causing Fang Xing's figure to shake, revealing an unbelievable look.

next moment.

Tong Yuling took advantage of the situation to cut in, the cold light on the soft sword intersected with the blood glow, wrapped around the iron rod, and swung it suddenly.

"No!"

Fang Xing screamed out, and the iron rod was already out of his hand.

"Dang" sounded.

The iron rod fell from mid-air, leaving behind a distraught and unbelievable Fang Xing.

"How is it possible... My cultivation has reached the peak of Tongmai, and I can compete for the top five."

Fang Xing can hardly accept the reality.

Last year, he was the tenth in the outer sect, but he lost to Huang Yuan who was seventh.

And this year, he has made a lot of progress, and he wanted to strive for the top five.If he performed better, he might be valued by some important figure in the sect, and even enter the inner sect.

In the previous battles, he won several games in a row, and he didn't meet too strong opponents, so he was lucky.

did not expect.

In this sixth game, he lost to his opponent from the previous session.

In front of the formation board.

An old man in black robe stretched out his finger, and a light blue air chain visible to the naked eye hit the formation board.

Swish!
On the formation board, Tong Yuling's ranking jumped up.

It can be seen that Tong Yuling's result is also a six-game winning streak, tied with Nan Gongli, Le Feng, Zhou Xing and others.

"Another dark horse!"

"This Tong Yuling has made great progress. Judging by her strength just now, she can definitely strive for the top five."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Both Zhou Xing and Le Feng had surprise on their faces.

Tong Yuling walked down with a smile on her face, taking this victory as a matter of course.

"The last time the blood killer was bald, Tong Yuling didn't have the strength. Could it be that she has any chance recently?"

Zhou Xing couldn't help thinking.

If Tong Yuling had this strength, she could have killed the bloody bald man alone last time.

However, Zhou Xing quickly figured it out.

The Zongmen world is mysterious, mysterious, and bizarre. I am not the only one who can get the opportunity, and there may be many existences like me.

It didn't take long.

The sixth round of random battle ended.

After six battles, there are only 19 people who can still maintain the winning streak!

"That kid actually made it into the top twenty."

Wang Lingyun was jealous and unwilling.

Looking at this trend, as long as Zhou Xing's luck is not too bad, he will be in the top [-] and enter the next round of "ranking competition", there will be no pressure at all.

"Don't worry! He was just lucky and didn't meet the top ten disciples."

Huang Yuan said coldly.

"The number of remaining disciples is getting smaller and smaller, and the chance of encountering them is already very high."

The corner of Hu Yiba's mouth curled into a cruel smile.

indeed.

After rounds of elimination, there are fewer and fewer remaining disciples.

"Everyone."

Wang Lingyun gritted his teeth suddenly: "Who among you can defeat Zhou Xing and stop his winning streak. I, Wang Lingyun, present a 50-year-old Spirit Cordyceps, plus five hundred prime-grade stones."

This statement came out.

Several people in the "circle of villains" looked at Wang Lingyun in surprise.

50 years of Spirit Cordyceps, plus [-] second-grade primordial stones, this is already a huge sum for the disciples of the outer sect.

Even for a family young master like Wang Lingyun, it is a rare resource.

"And me, plus a thousand yuan stones. As long as anyone can be on the stage and teach Zhou Xing a lesson, the 1000 yuan stones will belong to him."

A delicate girl's voice came.

Everyone looked sideways, and the person who came was a charming girl, it was Jiang Yun'er.

Jiang Yun'er, as a beautiful girl who was sought after by others, was thrown from the stage by Zhou Xing in public, that kind of humiliation and resentment was rare in her life.

"It's a word."

Hu Yiba and Huang Yuan looked at each other and both smiled.

A total of 50 primordial stones, plus a [-]-year-old Spirit Cordyceps, is already very attractive.

not to mention.

If he could accomplish this, he might even be able to win the favor of Jiang Yuner, a beautiful woman.

"Haha! Such a good event, can we also participate?"

A few more figures approached here upon hearing the sound.

The reward offered by Wang Lingyun and Jiang Yun'er is enough to make any disciple of the outer sect tempted.

"Of course."

Wang Lingyun was in full bloom.

If his personal strength alone does not have such a high appeal, but with the favor of Jiang Yuner, a beautiful woman, the effect will be multiplied several times.

a time.

There are a total of five or six elites from the outer sect, ready to fight, looking forward to the battle with Zhou Xing.

A "blocking operation" has officially begun!
Those who participated in the sniping must have at least the strength of the top [-] or top [-] outsiders.

Among them, in addition to Hu Yiba ranked fourth, Huang Yuan ranked seventh, and Yang Fan ranked ninth, Cheng Jun ranked sixth and Xu Jing ranked tenth.

"Tsk tsk, this week's trip seems to have aroused public outrage."

"The favor of beautiful women and the charm of primordial stones, who can resist, if I am strong, alas..."

Some nearby disciples couldn't help looking at Zhou Xing with some sympathy.

"Stop my winning streak?"

Zhou Xing soon got the news, after all, the actions over there were not considered covert.

Knowing the generous rewards, Zhou Xing shook his head and sighed, "I'm so moved..."

He wished he could punch himself down and throw himself into the favor of the beautiful woman and Yuanshi's arms.

The knockout round soon reached the seventh round.

Finally, everyone who "stopped the storm" waited for the opportunity.

"Number 99 versus Number 132."

Following the referee's voice, a figure in the crowd rushed onto the stage excitedly.

"Hahaha! I snatched it..."

A country boy carrying an ax ran up to the stage with a look of ecstasy.

(End of this chapter)