Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

Wu Gang, Northern Yuan Supervisor.

A master in the spirit pool realm actually attacked the disciples of the outer sect.

Among the dojo rules, this is an extremely serious violation.

However, for the current Wu Gang, he couldn't care less about these things.

The young second master, who was favored by the master, was injured and both legs were broken.

I, who was secretly shouldering the responsibility of guarding, could hardly shirk the blame.

In order to reduce the punishment that will be faced.

The best way is to completely crush that bastard who hurt Master Wu Shan.

The ferocious tiger-shaped palm prints flew across the sky, and directly rushed towards Sikong Changming.

The coercion of a strong man in Lingchi is much stronger than that of Wu Shan.

With the support of the mighty mana, the ground of the battle platform was covered with black scorched marks.

At this moment, the senior officials of the Beiyun Institute in the spectator seats have also reacted.

Wu Gang's illegal shot is something that is never allowed in the disciple competition.

These high-level disciples all have corresponding close people.

If you blame others because your disciple is injured.

Then the unspoken rules that everyone kept silent will be completely broken.

Old man Wang Ye's face changed slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and stopped him.

The master Beiyun on the side moved faster.

When Wu Gang jumped off the spectator seats, the director was a little dissatisfied.

Seeing that Wu Gang still wanted to attack the foreign disciples.

She snorted coldly and waved her hand across the air.

A stream of cold sword energy, like frost and snow, struck Wu Gang directly on the top of his head.

That sudden movement and the outburst of tyrannical sword energy surprised the old man Wang Ye who was on the side.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the headmaster.

The steps that he had just taken out were actually taken back.

However, the reaction of the two senior executives of Beiyun Academy was a bit slow after all.

Although he made some moves, he actually went straight to Wu Gang.

What they have to do is to maintain order.

It is to protect the iron law established by the Lanshan sect and not be trampled by anyone.

As for the young disciple who cut off Wu Shan's legs and faced Wu Gang with hatred and revenge.

In the eyes of these high-ranking officials, death is inevitable.

In such a large Beiyun Academy, it is normal for one or two disciples to die in the competition.

Sikong Changming, who was standing on the battle platform, looked calm at the moment, not flustered.

He was also prepared for Wu Gang's sudden attack.

A full-strength blow from a master of the Spirit Pool.

For other disciples of the Qimai Realm, no matter what level they are, they cannot escape death.

It's nothing more than whether the whole body can be left behind after death.

However, at this moment, Sikong Changming still has the fighting skills experience of Fengmo Sanren.

That bloodthirsty undisciplined Demonic Daoist had killed a lot in his life, which was appalling.

The life and death battles he has experienced are countless.

In the eyes of the uninitiated, a cultivator from the Spirit Pool is no different from an ant.

Seeing the tiger seal approaching him, Sikong Changming did not resist, but used all his mana to cast the spell in the Fengmo Jue again.

One after another force, continuously bombarded the ground, quickly scraping a trench.

Hu Sha's palm print skimmed across the ditch, and affected by the terrain, it was taken in a different direction.

When it really approached, there was only half a palm left.

"The wind and the moon are boundless!"

Sikong Changming shot with all his strength, and once again condensed a wind blade, completely defeating the palm print.

This scene was also watched by countless people.

Even old man Wang Ye was a little surprised.

"Good boy, quick-witted."

Wu Gang also noticed this.

He frowned tightly, planning to make another slap.

However, the sword energy swung by the head of Beiyun was about to strike.

"boom!"

A fluttering sword directly slashed down, blasting Wu Gang, who was caught off guard, directly into the foundation of the battlefield.

Even those scattered sword qi divided the ground of the entire battlefield into two halves!
The entire Beiyun Academy fell into an uproar.

All eyes fell on the head of Beiyuan Yuan.

Mysterious, elegant and incomparably powerful!

This is the real monk.

Wu Gang suffered a heavy blow, blood was already overflowing from his mouth and nose.

He struggled to get up, ignoring the injury, and wanted to find Wu Shan's broken leg and treat it quickly.

Relying on the ingenious means of the Lanshan Sect's inner sect Medicine Hall, it is more than enough to connect the legs.

However, when his eyes fell on the ruins.

But it was discovered that Wu Shan's severed legs had been churned into bloody mud by the sword energy.

"Suxin!"

He was a little crazy, staring at the figure in the spectator seats full of resentment.

"You wait, Mr. Tian Yu will not let you go!"

Wu Gang led the people, vomited blood, and ran away.

Still not forgetting the hysterical threat:
"Injured his younger brother, from now on, Lanshan Sect will no longer have your foothold!"

Facing the threat, the headmaster Su Xin's eyes were slightly cold, and she said coldly:
"If you don't get out, stay here forever."

"Even Wu Tianyu can't manage Beiyun Academy!"

Meanwhile, Wang Ye, who was at the side, was already sweating profusely.

"That Wu Shan's backstage is actually the sect's Young Master Tianyu!"

The Sixth Young Master of Lanshan is regarded as the existence most likely to become a true disciple, and he is the pinnacle of inner disciples.

Young Master Tianyu of the Wu family is one of them.

As for Wang Ye of the Lingchi Realm, the guard of the martial arts arena among the disciples of the outer sect.

It's just a poor man who wasted his time in the inner sect and was finally eliminated.

Looking at the martial arts field that fell into silence for a while.

With a wave of Su Xin's hand, the originally fragmented battle platform was quickly reorganized.

"Dabi continue!"

"Disciple battles, casualties are at your own risk, no one is allowed to interfere!"

After a short delay, those disciples took to the stage to fight again.

As always, it was as if nothing had happened.

However, hidden undercurrents have been quietly surging.

The changing speed of the backcourt competition is very fast.

This is an elite battle among the outer sects, and every match is touching.

In the fierce battle, some disciples were wounded and ended up tragically.

Sikong Changming took a rest off the court to recover his mana.

The surrounding disciples looked at him with a hint of pity.

A Qimai disciple didn't even step into the inner door.

He has already offended the elite figures in the sect.

It's like a birthday star drinking arsenic-it's too long to live!

However, Sikong Changming at the moment has no such worries.

Winning the championship in the disciple competition is the main task of the system.

If he can't win, it won't take long for him to lose his soul.

In the face of the pressure of death, let alone Mr. Tian Yu.

Even if the suzerain of the Lanshan sect stood in front of him.

Sikong Changming even hit a brick.

Too lazy to pay attention to the whispers of those disciples, Sikong Changming closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, checking the harvest in his mind.

The duel with Wu Shan triggered the daily challenge task.

The challenge reward is the "Eight Explanations of the King of Flame" that was passed down secretly by the Wu family.

The "Yanlong Fist Seal" that Wu Shan used in the duel originated from the fist solution chapter among the eight solutions!

As Sikong Changming redeemed the reward, the complete "Eight Explanations of the Yanwang" quickly appeared in his soul.

The first ancestor of the Wu family, his fighting experience when he created the method, was also integrated into his memory.

A moment later, Chief Sikong finished adjusting his breath and regained his composure.

When he opened his eyes, he found an unexpected person standing in front of him.