"Give up, go down...give up, go down..."

Many disciples agreed loudly, helping to increase the arrogance of Jiangxing.

Lu Yu sneered: "When is it your turn to formulate the rules of the competition? What are you?"

Jiang Xing froze his smile and said angrily: "What a sharp mouth. If you don't go down, I'll kick you down and see what you want."

Jiang Xing rushed to Lu Yu in one step, waved his hand and punched him straight to his face.

Jiang Xing had a ferocious look in his eyes and a sneer was on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to give Lu Yu a little color and to slap him in the face in public.

This is the first battle for the top ten, attracting the attention of countless people.

Everyone looked at Lu Yu, and many people were not optimistic about him.

"The first time I went to the stage, I was eliminated with one punch. Lu Yu is really pitiful."

"It's already great that he was lucky enough to grab five license plates and show his face on stage."

"It's a dream to fight for the seventh level of body tempering, and I want to compete for the top ten, it's simply a dream, Tianfang..."

Before the word "Yan Tan" was said, the stage suddenly changed, and a shrill scream made all the discussion stop instantly.

On the stage, Lu Yu carried his left hand and punched his right hand, his hair was flying, and his flowing, making him extraordinary.

Jiang Xing vomited blood and flew backwards, his right arm broke, and he didn't understand what was going on, so he was knocked off the stage.

The severe pain made him scream instinctively, but it scared countless disciples watching the battle.

These people were just burying Lu Yu, thinking that he would lose, but Lu Yu slapped his strength in the face, which made many people unable to get out of the market.

"Why is this happening? Did he deliberately hide his strength?"

"This guy is strong enough to challenge the higher level."

"Pity that Jiang Xing, I'm so embarrassed to be too arrogant."

Lu Yu's punch was amazing and beautiful. Many martial artists praised him, and there were also people in the watching area talking about him.

"This punch is very good, and it's a bit exciting."

"It's just a waste, what's there to look forward to?"

A young man in brocade clothes looked disdainful and did not take Lu Yu seriously at all.

The girl in green skirt frowned unhappy and gave a fierce look to the young man in brocade clothes, turning around and ignoring him.

A trace of coldness flashed in the eyes of the young man in Jinyi. He was Fang Qingshan, the first true disciple of the Intermediate Court. He had outstanding character and excellent talent. He was at the peak of the sixth level of the spirit gathering. He never had any enemy of three moves and was the object of worship by many female students.

However, Fang Qingshan has a very high opinion of himself, and most people don’t even look down on him. He thinks that the only princess in the green skirt is worthy of him in the entire intermediate court.

Qingshan Sect has three beauties, Yun Yueer in the lower courtyard, Du Xuelian in the intermediate courtyard, and Zhang Ruoyao in the upper courtyard, all of them are goddess-level existences.

Fang Qingshan is the son of the city lord, and Du Xuelian is the daughter of the city lord. She is the princess and is a matchmaker, so Fang Qingshan has been pursuing her.

Unexpectedly, the little princess seemed innocent but had a big temper. She didn't like him no matter how she looked at him. She couldn't say she liked him at all, but she was still very annoying.

Qin Yun glanced at Fang Qingshan, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Both of them are sons of the city lord, of the same age and the same strength, and there are inevitably open and secret struggles and comparisons everywhere.

At present, Fang Qingshan is naturally the first, but Qin Yun is not bad. The top five true disciples are not big.

Fang Qingshan chased the little princess, and Qin Yun chased Yun Yue'er. This was actually a battle between the two.

When Yun Yue'er abandoned Lu Yu, it was actually Qin Yun who was behind the scenes.

On the ring, the game continues.

Lu Yu won the first battle, which caused a sensation in the audience. He temporarily retreated to watch the game.

Ninety-six people and forty-eight games took an hour.

The draw in the second round continued, this time Lu Yu's opponent was Zhao Luyun, who was in the early stage of the ninth level of body tempering.

On the stage, Zhao Luyun looked at Lu Yu with a smile, holding a short sword in his hand.

"Try it and try a hundred moves. Just let me win a little, and I will show mercy."

Zhao Luyun's face was charming, and her watery big eyes were so charming.

Lu Yu looked at him as if he had no idea and said calmly: "It's not enough to use a hundred moves, one move is enough."

Zhao Luyun pouted and said, "Lu Yu is not grateful at all, look at the sword."

After rubbing his body and going up, Zhao Luyun's sword skills were changeable and his body skills were extremely fast.

Lu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and his body relaxed naturally. As the sword energy approached, his whole person instantly became agile. He bent his left hand and turned his right hand into claws. But when he heard a scream, Zhao Luyun flew down from the stage and the short sword fell on Lu Yu's hand.

The victory in one move caused a sensation in the audience again, and many martial artists widened their eyes.

"What move is that? It's so quick and weird?"

"I don't know it, is it family tradition?"

"This guy is really amazing to win in the first game, and the second game is a clever defeat in the second."

There were endless exclamations and admiration. Some people started calling Lu Yu's name, while others looked ugly.

Qin Yun's eyes were gloomy and he snorted: "It's just a surprise, what's so great about it?"

Fang Qingshan said disdainfully: "If you win with your side and the left, you will be defeated if you fight openly."

The princess Du Xuelian of the green skirt said: "If you can defeat the enemy with one move, that's amazing."

In the audience, Zhao Luyun cursed.

Yun Yue'er wanted to laugh, but for some reason, she couldn't laugh.

Do you feel guilty or regretful?

The competition continued, and it was Yun Yue'er's turn to take the stage soon.

She is already in the late stage of the ninth level of body tempering, and Qin Yun gave her a lot of pills, which made her strength soar rapidly.

Yun Yue'er is very popular, and many people cheer for her, but she is not bad at all. She defeated her opponent within a hundred moves and won.

At that moment, Yun Yue'er stood on the stage and the first thing she thought of was not Qin Yun, but Lu Yu.

Lu Yu stood there indifferently, his cold eyes were like a sword, which made Yun Yueer's heart tremble slightly and he didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Half an hour later, the second round of the game ended.

"Congratulations to the twenty-four winning disciples for advance to the top ten finals. The rules will change slightly next, and the challenge will be implemented, and those who win two rounds in a row will advance."

This kind of free challenge, everyone has two chances, but they may participate in multiple games.

Twenty-four disciples were arranged in sequence on the stage, each of whom was drawn to draw lots, Lu Yu was number 13 and Yun Yueer was number 18.

According to the rules, whoever draws number one first will start with whom.

Among the twenty-four disciples, except Lu Yu, all of them are at the ninth level of body tempering, and they are all experienced and fight.

"I choose Lu Yu."

No. 1 appeared and immediately locked in Lu Yu because Lu Yu had the lowest realm. From a certain perspective, his existence was a satire to other disciples.

Others have the ninth level of body tempering, but Lu Yu has the seventh level of body tempering. Isn’t this slapping someone else in the face invisibly?

Lu Yu is the challenger and has no choice, so he must face the challenge.

The other disciples temporarily retreated and left the stage to Lu Yu and disciple No. 1.

"Remember, my name is Chen Ba."
Chapter completed!