Lu Fanzhi felt a dragon of true energy in his body, quickly leaving his body.
The imprisoned martial arts heart was instantly released.
The surging true energy is like a tide, sweeping through the meridians and the whole body in an instant.
Especially the ten meridians that were opened up, like the rain coming after a long drought, quickly absorbed the incoming energy, digested it, and integrated it.
Devour!
When Lu Fan noticed the movements going on in his body's meridians at this moment, his whole body was shocked!
And those zhenqi also sensed the danger, and when they wanted to escape, the meridians seemed to be conscious and sealed on their own initiative, trapping all the zhenqi in them, digesting them little by little, and then dissipated into nothingness...
Of the seven true qi condensed in Lu Fan's body, only one was left at this moment, and it escaped.
It is like a frightened bird, without any pause, it directly penetrates into the heart of martial arts and never appears again.
"What the hell, are you afraid of being swallowed?"
A strange color appeared on Lu Fan's face. This was not the first time he had seen the effect of "Martial Arts", but he still couldn't help but his mind went blank. He felt that his cognition had been completely overturned.
at the same time.
Old Man Xuanyuan's gaze fell lightly on the Nangong family's camp.
He didn't speak, just snorted coldly, and then began to say: "Let's continue the competition."
Soon enough, just as Old Xuanyuan's voice sounded faintly, the man in a short shirt swung his long whip again, blasted the air, and struck hard towards the face of Lu Fan, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground in a daze!
"boom!"
A big hand suddenly appeared and took the power of the whip on top of the head!
The Huangshan man had a dull expression on his face, holding a long whip in his hand, and just stayed where he was.
"You didn't secretly kill me when my anger was trapped."
"Based on this alone, you are much stronger than your vicious junior brother."
"I won't kill you, just go down."
"Whoosh!"
Lu Fan spoke calmly, grabbed the black whip's arm and swung it outward. The man in the short shirt was caught off guard and was thrown more than ten meters away with the whip. His body hit the ground hard and he was eliminated.
"Lu Fan wins!"
Zhong Boyong's entire face was red and trembling with excitement.
Kong Zhuyin even stroked his beard, his face full of pride.
Lu Wushuang and Coach Lei were relieved when they saw this. The two strongest challengers on the 8th stage were already eliminated, so it would be logical for Lu Fan to enter the group stage next.
But even though many people expected this, the scene that happened next on the 8th ring was still full of unexpected drama.
Seeing that the competition on the other seven arenas had ended, the remaining people all involuntarily avoided the target of Lu Fan.
They found their prey and began to fight with all their might.
So much so that on the No. 8 ring in the corner, there was a scene that made people laugh and cry.
More than forty warriors fought together and killed each other wantonly.
But Lu Fan, who was initially targeted, sat quietly in the middle of the ring, closing his eyes and regulating his breath.
Everyone was fighting and trying to avoid him very consciously.
Soon, when there were only five contestants left in the No. 8 ring, a bell rang.
The first stage of the melee audition is over. A total of 40 people remain in the eight arenas to enter the next round of group stage, including Lu Fan.
"This loser is so damn lucky that he was able to get old man Xuanyuan to support him and scare those idiots."
"But in the next round of the group stage, there are really strong players. I wonder how you can be lucky enough to survive the challenge!"
Mo Yu looked at Lu Fan on the ring with sinister eyes, his face was ferocious, and the muscles on his face were crazily twisted!
