Three days later, in Heiyun City, on the vast battlefield of fighting, there were countless practitioners and crowds of people.

After the three-day test, today is the battle level.

Those who fail the test can enter the Black Demon Sect through the battle.

In contrast, the Black Demon Sect attaches more importance to the combat power of the disciples who entered the sect than their qualifications. Because the three ancient sects of Zhongzhou have also had combat power over the years, and it is also related to the battles in many ruins and secret realms.

Ye Xing left the inn and came to the battle arena.

He was in the crowd and raised his head to look at a high platform in front of him.

At this time, the selection of disciples of the Black Demon Sect had begun.

In the huge square, ten competition are standing in the middle. There are two young cultivators fighting on each battlefield. Every time it is exciting, it attracts many monks around.

Next to each battle stand, there is a huge crystal monument standing upright, and the crystal monument shows how many numbers are fighting against them.

Ye Xing has found his battle number, which is No. 1501 Ye Xing challenged No. 100 Fang Tu, the No. 8 battle platform.

On the crystal stele, there are also related competition matters, which is very simple: Those who defend the ten rounds of the competition advance. They will not bother to fight for life and death on the stage, and will not admit defeat and fight to the end!

This is the case with the Black Demon Sect, but I don’t care how many testers will die in the battle.

Demon-cultivators often accompany killing, and they just act according to their true intentions!

"Six people, Fang Tu is so fierce. If Hao Jian loses again, he will be able to successfully advance to an outer disciple. It's hateful, why is this guy's strength so perverted?" Among the crowd, a young man stared at the two fighting figures on the high battle stage and whispered.

The person next to him also sighed: "He actually reached the ninth level of the Taoist Palace at the age of eighteen, which is really amazing."

The boy's face was heavy and extremely depressed. He was also a challenger to Fang Tu. Although he was the ninth place and could have the advantage of waiting for his work, he had no idea when he saw Fang Tu's terrifying and fierce combat power in the previous rounds.

"ah……"

Suddenly, there was a shrill scream on the battlefield, and Hao Jian was shot by Fang Tu and he felt a chill in his heart.

"Who can fight me!" Fang Tu roared fiercely, and with a wave of a big gun in his hand, he threw Hao Jian, who was already exhausted, off the high battle platform, was caught by a disciple of the Black Demon Sect, and moved the body away.

Fang Tu stood domineeringly, with a rebellious look, attracted the attention of everyone below, became the focus, and enjoyed incomparable glory.

"A bunch of waste, if you don't want to live, come up to me."

Fang Tu smiled grimly.

There was an uproar below.

"This guy is so arrogant!"

"But I have to say that there is arrogance!!"

The crowd talked.

Next, when the Black Demon Sect law enforcement officer who was in charge of the battle called out to the next challenger, he did not respond. Everyone shook their heads. The eighth challenger was obviously afraid of Fang Tu and did not dare to come on stage.

"Ninth place!"

The law enforcement officer shouted again, but still did not respond.

A young man was hiding in the crowd and his whole body was trembling, his face struggling. After a moment, when the law enforcement officer announced that he had been eliminated, he lost a breath of breath and sweat was already on his face.

"It's good to go to those small sects. At least if I enter the small sect, I can stand out from the crowd." The young man was speechless and said to himself, as if he was comforting himself.

"Haha, don't you even dare to go on stage..." Fang Tu saw that no one dared to challenge him anymore, and laughed wildly: "Haha, the tenth one is not a turtle, right?"

The boy below saw that he was so arrogant, and he was angry, but most of them still showed fear in their eyes and did not dare to touch his eyes.

"Oh, it's not good for you to do this." A boy's voice suddenly rang, with gentleness and casualness.

A trace of surprise flashed in the crowd's eyes. Looking in the voice, a young man walked out of the crowd and stepped onto the battlefield step by step.

The boy was wearing an ordinary blue dress, with a clean face and a well-proportioned figure, and no special features were seen.

But what makes people strange is that there is a gentle smile on his face and his eyes are clear and bright.

"Is it him?"

Ma Yue was speechless. Isn’t it Lin Xing the one who came to the battle stage?

"Is he crazy?" Sun Jiao curled her lips.

"Huh? It's actually that baby, haha..." Elder Zhen and Elder Jia also noticed the boy on the viewing platform.

Seeing this, Ye Ruoxi shook his head and said, "I hope he can give in and don't lose his life."

A boy's courage to appear is also a kind of tempering of his mood and is worthy of respect.

Changbow Mingzhu ignored it at all, but her beautiful eyes were looking for Lei Shengyi's figure.

On the battle stage, Fang Tu looked at the boy standing calmly opposite him with a gloomy face.

"Did you just tell me?"

"What's wrong?" Ye Xing stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Fang Tu, and smiled slightly.

However, it has to be said that the spiritual energy and various resources of Zhongzhou are more suitable for practitioners to practice, and are much better than those of Beizhou.

Through the cultivation of the cultivator, we can see that this place has the qualifications to be able to reach the ninth level of the Taoist Palace at this age, which is an advantage in the power of heaven and earth.

When Fang Tu heard this, he grinned, revealing his white teeth and smiled cruelly: "Do you know, what happened to the person who once spoke to me like this?"

Ye Xing chuckled, "The devil's way, a disagreement will take human life."

Say less nonsense.

The cultivation level of the first level of the Tao Palace realm spreads from Ye Xing.

"What? He is at the first level of the Tao Palace...?!"

"Is this kid crazy? He is at the first level of the Taoist Palace Realm, but he dares to come on stage to challenge Fang Tu?"

"Is this looking for shit?"

The crowd below stagnated and aroused an uproar.

Changgong Mingzhu hummed lightly: "Are these people here to make fun of it? A group of jumping beams."

"Haha, should I say that you are brave enough, or stupid, I will lose the price if I kill you, I will give you..."

Fang Tu saw that the boy opposite was far lower than his cultivation level, and he was just the first level of the Taoist Palace. He laughed and raised his head, as if he was looking down at an ant.

What a joke, even if you can fight harder, you can still get eighth level?

But at this moment, Ye Xing gently tapped it out with one finger.

'Bang!'

A huge muffled sound.

The entire battle platform shook violently.

The next moment, in the astonished eyes of everyone, Fang Tu's body flew out from the high battle platform like a shell that had been knocked away, and flew out from the heads of the crowd of spectators.

It was flying dozens of feet away before falling into the crowd.

‘Puff…’ Fang Tu, who fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood in pain, then he turned his eyes and fainted.

Ye Xing raised his right hand and gently lowered it. From beginning to end, his expression was extremely calm, with a light wind and clouds.

"The last sentence saved yourself." Ye Xing smiled.

If a space cultivator was present just now, he would find the space ripples on Ye Xing's body, and the space on the battlefield was shaken by a finger.

Ye Xing, a cultivator in the Void Wheel Realm, has destroyed a lot of them. Even if his combat power can only be exerted by 20%, it will be easy enough to deal with the ordinary Taoist Palace realm.

But the young master of the Night Clan had a calm expression, which was a normal behavior.

But the young and young girls in Zhongzhou who were watching the game below suddenly calmed down, and people's hearts were shocked.

This young man... actually knocked Fang Tu away with one finger?

The young girls were shocked. How many more did the boy fight? Moreover, they didn't even see how the boy attacked him clearly.

"Uh...how did he knock someone away just now?" Ma Yue was stunned, then said in surprise.

Sun Jiao beside him was also shocked.

On the viewing platform, Ye Ruoxi frowned slightly, "It should be a kind of power technique, but this kind of technique is usually earth-type, but I did not sense earth-type spiritual power from the boy."

Changbow Mingzhu was still looking for Lei Shengyi's figure, not paying attention to the battle at the four-sided battlefield. She just said coldly: "No matter how extraordinary the combat power is, can it be compared with Lei Shengyi?"

At this time, Fang Tu had been lifted away from the people of the Black Demon Sect to heal his wounds, but an old man wearing the Black Demon Sect's black robe looked at Ye Xing on the platform with a gloomy face.

"This son actually injured my grandson. You go and arrange his challenger well. I want him to get out of the ring." Fang Lao said sinisterly.

He deliberately used his power to arrange a few weak people for his grandson, but he did not expect that the last one with the lowest cultivation level and who he thought was the least dangerous was extraordinary.

"Yes!" A male deacon received the order to leave.

On the viewing platform.

The old man surnamed Jia was surprised and asked: "Why did the person who was injured by the little kid look familiar?"

The old man surnamed Zhen touched his chin, looked at the boy in green on the battle stage, and said, "How can you not be familiar? Fang Lao said it was his grandson the day before yesterday, so please take care of him in the future."

The old man surnamed Jia frowned when he heard this: "Wouldn't that little kid be in trouble?"

"Haha, why did he win a bet for you? Do you want to help him?" The old man surnamed Zhen smiled and took back his eyes from Ye Xing.

He silently said, "Why don't we make another bet? No need to interfere or help him. I bet that doll can enter the top ten."

The old man surnamed Jia rolled his eyes: "I bet he can enter the top five."

"Oh, are you so confident in him?" Zhen Shihuai was stunned this time.

"Hehe, I feel he is my lucky star..."

Jia Daoyi was proud, and his spiritual power would test the existence of the stele bombardment?
Chapter completed!