As the battle list appears on the high platform.

There were bursts of noise and exclamations coming from below.

After all, all the elites left in this second round are elites.

Everyone looked forward to it, their eyes full of expectations!

"Hahaha..." A very loud laugh suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Many people looked at each other sideways.

I saw that it was Ji Xiaoyang's son Ji Long.

"Long'er! Don't be presumptuous."

Ji Xiaoyang pretended to behave, but in fact, his own face was full of ridicule.

He was looking at Ji Fei with his eyes slanted.

"Father! Look! Ji Fei is dead!"

"He actually fought against Ji Xia, a pervert!"

“Isn’t this an egg hitting a stone?

Hahahaha... I can't do it anymore, I'm so laughing!"

"Ji Fei, Ji Fei!"

Ji Long walked here, "If it doesn't work, let's surrender!"

"Just your level! If you go up later, you will be even worse!"

"Anyway, you are a trash, and even if you surrender, no one will blame you!"

"Of course, if you have to go up and get beaten up, I'm happy to see a joke!"

Ji Long smiled gloatingly.

Ji Tian shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."

"It's really a pity!"

He looked up at the sky.

"I thought you could make it to the finals so that I would have the chance to teach you a lesson myself."

"Looking at it now... I can only find another chance in the future."

People around them were whispering.

"Isn't this matchup really a joke?"

"It is said that Ji Fei is a complete waste and has never practiced before!"

"It's only been the last few days that I started practicing! I even made people beat me half to death!"

"His father Ji Xiaotian is said to have become a waste during the competition..."

"Now Ji Fei meets Ji Xia again, it's really... the rope is broken and the details are broken!"

Except for Ji Fei's family, everyone at the scene was not optimistic about him.

After all, a waste battle is a genius in the top three.

This game itself has no meaning...

"What should I do?

elder brother!"

Ziyue was very worried.

"Does my parents have any way to help my brother?"

Zi Yue was circling around in a hurry, like a little rabbit.

Ji Fei touched Ziyue's head, "Don't worry! Believe in your brother and me!"

But the worries between Ziyue's eyebrows were not reduced at all.

Ji Xiaotian gritted his teeth, "Boy! Remember what I told you before."

"After going on stage, just fight with all your might! If something happens, I will save you!"

"And..." He also sighed slightly and looked at Zi Yue, "It's not embarrassing that your brother loses!"

"After all, that Ji Xia has been practicing for so long, and your brother has only been practicing for a few months."

Zhao Mengchen stepped forward and sorted out Ji Fei's clothes.

"Son! It's right to fight with all your strength, but you must focus on ensuring your safety."

"Don't... damage your body!"

Zhao Mengchen actually wanted to say that he would not follow your father's footsteps.

"Don't worry, mom, son understand!"

Zhao Mengchen nodded.

"Ji Fei vs. Ji Xia! Station 2! The contestants enter the venue!"

The old man shouted loudly again.

"Hu..." Ji Fei took a few deep breaths and walked up.

Ji Xiaren was as famous as his name, his face was as sharp as a knife, and his whole body stood there like a steel knife.

The momentum of his body was extremely dense, and he stood there motionless, making people feel like a steel plate.

Ji Fei looked up and down, but couldn't find any flaws in him.

"It's really worthy of being honed from the battle..." He sighed in his heart.

As the game began, the people below stared straight at it.

Everyone wants to see how Ji Fei was abused!

Ji Xia had no expression on his face and held his fists with his hands, "Ji Xia, the sixth level of body refining, practiced Dragon and Tiger Fist!"

Ji Fei also clasped his fists, "Linghe Fist!"

Ji Xia's expression moved, and he was a little curious. Why didn't Ji Fei talk about his cultivation?

But after thinking about it, it doesn’t matter!

Because in his heart, strength is strength! The only element of the winner is strength!

Ji Xia took a step back, raised his left hand and clenched his fist with his right hand, which looked like a fort.

"The tiger travels thousands of miles!"

Ji Fei narrowed his eyes, "Didn't move?"

"wrong!"

He was shocked.

It turned out that Ji Xia was so fast that Ji Fei's eyes couldn't react.

It seems that Ji Xia's fist is still stopped, but in fact it has already been blasted out.

Ji Fei took a deep breath and the air in front of him had become extremely deadly.

As his eyes were flowing, a transparent tiger had already pounced in front of him.

Ji Fei retreated four or five steps, crossed his hands and pulled back violently. He did not dare to neglect such power.

During the battle, carelessness is the biggest taboo!

"Eight sounds of spiritual cranes!"

Ji Fei threw his hands out, and for a moment, the air in front of him instantly shattered.

Eight fist shadows exploded in front of him at the same time.

The transparent tiger in front of him was instantly shattered.

However, at this moment, although the tiger disappeared, one claw actually passed through his eight fists.

This transparent tiger claw is very huge, it is almost the same size as Ji Fei's chest.

"Bang!"

A dull sound rang out, and Ji Fei flew backwards in an instant.

Like a bug, it fell to the ground with a plop.

Ji Xia took more than ten steps back, shook his body a few times, knelt on one knee, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"What a tough move..." Ji Xia raised his eyes, and murderous aura burst out from his eyes.

Ji Fei also climbed up on the ground, and blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
To be continued...