Thunder Martial

On the battle platform, Zi Yan stood indifferently, opposite Wei Lin, who was smirking.

Under the battle platform, there are many inside disciples who come together to join in the fun. There are hundreds of people gathered together before and after. One is because the ten bets of the real gas Dan are very big and stimulate them. Second, they also want to see and examine the style of the first person.

An inner door fights, and there are a lot of people who are shocked and brilliant, but the hard life is pressed by the sharp edge of the purple scorpion. It is five layers of real gas. It comprehends the essence of the third-rate combat technique, and also integrates the combat skills. Wu Sheng, of which Wu Sheng’s qualifications are the same as those of Chen Feng’s brothers.

Although it did not enter the core, but Ziyan's reputation in the inner door is very high, its talent is more comparable to the first day of the inner door, Su Mengyao.

Everyone came with expectation, I hope that Ziyan will create more glory, but this hope is not big, because many people speculate that Wei Lin, who is six layers of infuriating, has once again broken through.

"Hey." Under the battle platform, Wang Xiong and others gathered together, looking at the purple sneer, the gap between the seven layers of true gas and the six layers of infuriating, the purple scorpion is very strong, able to fight Wu Sheng, but can not Victory of Welling, because Wei Lin’s second-rate combat skills have long been realized.

"I not only want your innocent Dan, but also your life." Wang Xiong flashed a cold light in his eyes.

The battle has not yet begun, and the crowd suddenly has a small riot. I saw that Solomon came from afar. When he passed, the inner disciples gave way.

"Solomon brother." Seeing that Solomon was going to his side, Wang Xiong's eyes lit up.

"Well, yes." In awesome eyes, Solomon walked over to Wang Xiong, and there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes.

Zi Yan does not give him face in the eyes of the public. He naturally wants to give some lessons to Zi Yan, and he can kill the best. Now Wang Xiong is in his head to deal with Zi Yan, and Luo Men is very satisfied.

"The brothers have won the prize. This purple scorpion is simply a mad dog. It is impossible to give him some lessons." Wang Xiongdao, while others nodded again and again.

"Well, I heard that this kid is going to make a bet with eight true qi. I really don't know how to live and die. You should promise him, isn't it just eight true qi?" Luomen said faintly.

"Yes, yes, Brother Solomon said it is very, but it is already late, but if the purple scorpion is dead, his other true qi is the brother of Solomon." Wang Xiong nodded, but his heart was secret. Luomen held a place with a lot of oil and water, specifically deducting the contribution points of others, the natural wealth is thick, what they are, nothing.

"Well, then look at the battle." Luomen nodded and was very satisfied with Wang Xiong's answer. His eyes turned to the battle platform.

On the battle platform, Wei Lin is already gaining momentum, but Zi Yan is motionless and his eyes are calm.

"Kid, I will let you know today, the little guy in your district who just entered the inner door, the gap with those of us." Wei Lin sneered, the atmosphere of the whole body became solid, and at the same time, the instinct of the road was surrounded. Body surface.

In the seven layers of truth, Welling really broke through.

For this scene, there is no accident in Ziyan. The inner disciple is not a human pig brain. If there is no strength, how dare to arrogate in front of Ziyan, but the same, Ziyan is not stupid, and bet naturally has a sure grasp.

In the face of seven layers of infuriating, the purple scorpion does not move, but the whole body is emerging with an imposing manner, the general momentum of the tiger, the tiger punch appears.

"Hey, three-way combat skills, tigers and tigers, see my second-rate combat technique, Rolling Stones." Wei Lin snorted, and the seven layers of infuriating moments surged, then waved his fists and called toward the purple.

The battle started instantly.

The fists are rolling, the layers are infuriating, and the fists of the road appear, like a huge rolling stone, appearing in front of the purple.

Rolling stone boxing, second-rate combat skills, can attack and defend, attack is like a rolling stone, getting bigger and bigger, punching wind is not airy, attacking and defending, defending and attacking, if you can't suppress it in the early stage, you can't crack it later.

"Good boy, crazy enough." His own boxing style has emerged, and already has scale, Zi Yan still does not move, Wei Lin issued a disdainful appreciation, the boxing wind turned again, became more dense and more concentrated, towards the purple Rolling back.

On the battle platform, the wind whistled, and a repressed atmosphere appeared.

"What is the purple scorpion doing? Why don't he still shoot? Doesn't he know that the rolling stone fist is not suppressed in the early stage, and he can't suppress it in the later stage?"

"What is this purple dragon doing?"

Under the battle platform, everyone was puzzled, even the wonderful sky was slightly frowning, Lin Xue was anxious.

"Oh." Just after the Rolling Stones had already reached the scale, the purple scorpion was cold, and the breath of the whole body instantly skyrocketed, like a waking tiger.

The six-layered instinct surrounds the body surface, and the fists clench and squeak, and the suffocating blood flows in the body like a strong and fierce beast.

"Roar!"

Hu Xiaozheng Shanlin, the king's pressure is full, and the two-style tiger punch is like a stream of water, which directly drives the third style. In a flash, the purple dragon seems to be turned into a tiger, and it is like a meteorite. .

Hard to hard, strong and strong.

"boom."

The explosion suddenly rang out, the whole battle platform began to shake, the surrounding stones fell, and there were cracks on the earth.

Wei Lin just felt a strong force, with a strong and just breath coming from the opposite side, and instantly broke his own impenetrable boxing style, and shocked his body. After that, his body would not listen. Let the fly back.

Until the plane flew out of the battlefield, the slammed land.

One blow, complete defeat.

The purple scorpion wins, he stood in the place of Weilin station before, the foot is a crack in the spread of the road, the white clothes fluttering because of the strength, the shape is very chic, I do not know how to make the eyes look blurred.

Under the battle platform, the dead silence, before the battle, they envisaged all kinds of expectations, but each of the expected results is a purple scorpion failure, but the real result is far more than expected.

Wei Lin, who is seven layers of infuriating, was defeated.

"The six layers of infuriating, the purple scorpion broke through only one night." After the silence, finally there was an exclamation.

They found out that the wrong place, just a moment of purple sputum shot, is like a fierce beast.

"Impossible, the day before yesterday he was still five layers of infuriating, and it was not as good as the peak, why suddenly broke through today." Wang Xiong is also an unbelievable look.

Why does he believe that Wei Lin can win, naturally see that Zi Yan has just broken through the five layers of true gas, even if there is a true gas, it is impossible to break through to six layers of infuriating in a short time.

All calculations are very well-founded. It is entirely Wang Xiong’s experience in refining and invigorating the true gas, but he can’t predict how the speed of the purple smelting and refining the true gas is timed by the clock, and still Complete refining, no waste of energy.

Zi Yan stood on the battle platform, completely ignoring the defeated Wellin, overlooking Wang Xiong below, reaching out, indifferent: "Get it."

"Hey." Wei Lin was ignored, shy and angry, and finally unable to suppress the blood of the chest tossing, spit out a bite, the first stunned, actually fainted.

"What is it?" Wang Xiongming asked, and apparently had remorse in his heart.

"How, do you want to go back?" Zi Yan mouth has a sneer, sarcasm: "There are five real gas dans in the district. You don't care if you want to swindle. Just kneel on the ground and learn to walk around the battle platform." It is."

"you......"

Next to Wang Xiong, everyone was furious, and the fire in the eyes, I wished to tear the purple scorpion, but they were blocked by Wang Xiong.

"Good boy, you have kind." Wang Xiong sneered, then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms.

"Wang Xiong, are you..." Next to the other people, one person opened the door.

"I am willing to gamble and lose, what are the five real gas dans in the district." Wang Xiong smiled lightly, and the porcelain bottle in his hand slammed toward the purple sable.

Next to it, there was a touch of appreciation in the eyes of Luomen.

"Hey." Purple is easy to catch, then open it, the number is just right.

"Hey, it's still your interest." Zi Yan sneered, walking straight toward the battle platform, never looking at Wang Xiong.

Let it go.

"Good, ah, Wang Xiong can't help him." Some female disciples, their eyes are once again shining.

But after seeing a shadow catching up with the purple sable, one by one is also showing the expression of envy.

"Purple, you are amazing." Lin Xue praised, the eyes are also shining.

"Thank you." Zixiao chuckled.

"What are you doing now?" Lin Xue asked.

"Go back to practice, or else you will be killed by others." Purple Road.

"Oh, it is most important to improve your strength." Lin Xuedao.

Zi Yan looked at some lost Lin Xue and asked, "Do you have something?"

"I want to see the combat skills, see if I can exchange a second-rate footwork, I want you to accompany me." Lin Xue bowed his head, eyes did not dare to see the purple.

Zi Yan smiled softly and said: "No one should be looking for trouble today, go, I will accompany you."

"But, your time is now..." Lin Xue hesitated.

"Do not worry, I have my own arrangements." Suddenly, Zi Yan seems to think of something, and asked: "You just entered the inner door ~www.ltnovel.com~ Where is the contribution point?"

"It was given by the sister." Lin Xuedao.

Zi Yan relieved, Su Mengyao has a high status in the inner door, and there are extra points of contribution, which is naturally normal.

"Let's go."

Passing through the penthouse, under the guidance of a group of disciples, Zi Yan came to the place where she realized the contribution point yesterday, but turned and walked into the Wuji Pavilion.

The Wuji Pavilion is divided into three layers, one is a three-stream combat technique, the second is a second-rate, and the third is a first-class combat skill.

Among them, the third-rate combat skills are the most, placed in rows on the bookshelf.

Next to the Wuji Pavilion, a red-haired old man sat there. He was the elder of the martial arts cabinet and was responsible for registering some things.

The two directly went to the second floor, where there are numerous second-rate combat skills.

Blasting Stars, Overlord Steps, Open Palms, Rolling Stones, Cracked Stones, etc., and more than a hundred.

Among them, there are more than a dozen steps in the footsteps, such as the tyrants, the frost steps, the blast steps, and the cloud steps.

However, after Lin Xue came in, his eyes did not put on the second-rate footwork, but went to see some combat skills, to know that she already had a second-rate combat skill.

Before Ziyan didn't care, I thought Lin Xue was just curious, but when Lin Xue stood in front of the boxing and deliberately redeemed with the contribution point, Zi Yan finally understood Lin Xue's meaning and couldn't help but ask: "You are not Look at the law, what do you watch the war skills?"

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