Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

At the beginning, all the sects were angry at Su Yan's actions, too domineering, did one disciple just do this to be an enemy of all the sects?

But because the sects such as Fushengjiao didn't make a move, they couldn't say anything, so they could only endure this tone.

When the game came, the first show was a little dream, and smiles appeared on the faces of these people.

Because Xiao Meng was very young, only thirteen or fourteen years old, it didn't need to be thought that Su Yan forced in, that is, an extra spot was occupied by Xiao Meng.

Those who were forced in, the strength was definitely not good, and the teaching of the past was also moved.

Sending out the second disciple of his own school directly, is bound to defeat Xiao Meng and humiliate Xiao Meng. This can also defeat Su Yan's arrogance and make all schools admire.

But the result was completely beyond everyone's expectation. Instead of winning, the disciples who had passed away did not win, but instead lost.

You must know that Xiao Meng is the half-step Yin-Yang realm, and the second disciple of the departed life is in the late Yin-Yang realm.

Everyone trembled. This is too strong, too strong.

And the thoughts in their hearts, and even the results they want to see, were all in vain, and they were all depressed, as if they had eaten shit.

Liu Laodao sat at the top of the observation deck, his face was gloomy at the moment, and his face was already dark.

His second disciple was defeated unexpectedly, and this result made it difficult for him to accept.

The big elders of other schools also changed their faces one by one, thinking about various things in their hearts.

Xiao Meng won the game and walked directly off the ring, jumping to Su Yan's side, the lollipop in his mouth had not been eaten yet.

"Brother Master, how am I?"

Su Yan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, not bad."

Su Yan was sincerely complimenting that Xiao Meng won the game. This result is not difficult for him to guess, but he did not expect to win so easily.

Half a step of Yin and Yang, you can deal with the late Yin and Yang stage, which is a bit more cheating than before.

Su Yan guessed that the secrets in Xiao Meng's body were far more than what he had investigated before, and there might still be some secrets.

Of course Su Yan didn't plan to find out. All of this was left by Xiao Meng's father, and naturally it was Xiao Meng's.

But Su Yan got to know Xiao Meng again. This Xiao Meng father must be extraordinary and unfathomable.

With Su Yan's approval, Xiao Meng's tender face suddenly smiled, sweeter than eating a lollipop.

But other schools are holding back one by one, like constipation.

Including Ming Kaili and others, they never expected that Xiao Meng was so powerful, and at this moment they had to re-examine their own strength.

In the late Yin-Yang stage, the Yin-Yang stage is perfect, is it really strong? !

Su Yan looked towards Liu Lao Dao, and said, "The disciples of the noble school have pity for fragrant and cherish jade, and accept concession."

Liu Laodao's face became colder and colder. He didn't know how Su Yan's words meant. This was obviously mocking him, but he had nothing to do.

Old Tao Liu could only snorted and turned his head to one side.

Su Yan did not care, and continued to look at the ring to watch the next match.

The second game was a match between a disciple of a small school and the Zhang family.

The five members of the Zhang family are the third disciples of their sect, and their strength should not be underestimated.

Although the disciples of the Little School had eliminated countless people, they were difficult to fight in terms of strength after all, but after a dozen moves, they were defeated.

The third disciple of the Zhang family glanced at the little school disciple with disdain, with a faint smile on his face, this result may have been finalized in his heart.

He raised his arm and declared his victory in the game.

But the head of the little school showed a bitter smile on his face at the moment, and he really stopped here.

Although I couldn't go further, it was also very good.

The next few games were nothing special, they were all competitions between small and second-rate schools.

Compared with the second-rate sects, the disciples of these small sects are not weak.

An hour later, the game had been in a dozen games, and finally it was the turn of the disciple of Xuanji Sect.

Cang Yue, after being pronounced her name, went straight to the ring.

Her opponent is a muscular maniac with an explosive figure and belongs to a second-rate martial art.

"Under the muscle madman, please enlighten me."

Cang Yue nodded, tapped the ground with her toes, and leapt directly towards the muscular maniac.

At the same time, Cang Yue's waist was cold, and a hand of software was directed at the muscle maniac.

"Enough!"

The muscular man grinned, his muscles bulged, and a majestic force came out.

Everyone is looking at the stage with relish. Such a game is hard to see. Maybe among the players watched today, there may be a great power in the future.

Heroes don’t ask where they come from. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward. This is an unchanging truth.

The muscular madman actually took the sword of Cang Yue directly, and the software fell on his chest, and was actually bounced off.

Cang Yue's complexion changed, and she quickly turned back, avoiding the punch of the muscular maniac.

"Hey, are we Beauty and the Beast!"

The muscular maniac smiled evilly and rushed towards Cang Yue again.

Ming Kaili and others in the stands were all squeezed sweat, obviously the defensive power of the muscle madman surprised them all.

Cang Yue was irritated by the provocative words of the muscular madman, her pretty face was covered with frost, her body was running, and the software stabbed again.

"I'm angry, I'm angry, I look so good to be angry."

Not only is the muscular madman not afraid, he smiles even more, with a slightly greedy look.

Cang Yue has the character of a good girl, how can she stand the frivolity of a muscular maniac, with a bit more force on the sword, piercing towards the crotch of the muscular maniac.

"Fuck, cruel enough!"

Muscle madmen have to take it seriously, this is not a joke, if you don't pay attention, this life is over.

He hurriedly resisted with both hands, and the soft sword rubbed a dazzling electric spark on his arm.

The people in the stands were all surprised, Cang Yue was also the strength of the late Yin-Yang realm anyway, and he was inextricably separated from the muscle madman.

"You said who won this time."

"I'm not sure."

"Muscle madmen want to win, too strong."

As soon as the voices of this group of discussions fell, a pile of blood burst out on the competition stage, making everyone discolored.

The referee's face was splattered with blood, and he quickly dissipated his vitality before rushing to Cang Yue.

"Enough, enough!"

The referee hurriedly shouted that in this short period of time, Cangyue Software stabbed the muscular madman more than a dozen times and broke his bones.

The muscular madman lay on the ground, convulsing all over, the pain twisted his face.

Although the muscles and bones can recover, at least it will take a long time.

"The game is over, the game is over!"

The referee directly raised Cang Yue's hand and announced her victory. If this was not announced soon, he was afraid that Cang Yue would kill the muscular maniac.