Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

boom.

With his feet on, Zi Rui resembled a humanoid war machine, and once again rushed towards Zhang Zhiyuan. With each step, the ring swayed faintly, and the huge bone rod danced like a whistling sound. Just as Zhang Zhiyuan stabilized his figure, Zi Rui went again. Coming closer, his pupils were blood red, and he made a frantic attack. Although his movements were wide open, he possessed unparalleled power.

Boom boom boom!

The blasting sound continued. Every time Zhang Zhiyuan received an attack from the opponent, his body would step back a few steps, only to feel a tumbling inside his body, and he could not resist the opponent's strength.

"roll!"

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiyuan let out a cold drink. As the first person to be hit like this, there was no light on his face. He didn't want to be the second Liu Xiaohu!

No more water, his whole body swarmed out, forming a yellow tiger vaguely behind him.

"Tiger Fist!"

With a loud shout, the Tiger hit Zirui with his right fist.

Zi Rui had already entered a violent state, and didn't know how to avoid it. A huge bone rod hit the tiger in the head.

boom!

There was a loud noise, like thunder from the sky.

Zi Rui's huge body was like a kite with a broken line, flying upside down in the air. After a long time, it fell heavily on the ground.

At this time, his body was on the edge of the boundary, and just a little bit, he was punched out of the fighting circle by Zhang Zhiyuan.

"So strong, this is the strength of the first person! Zhang Zhiyuan is not much weaker than Liu Xiaohu. The cultivation level is estimated to be similar! They are all acquired martial artists."

"Oh my god, this year is too abnormal. These people are only in their thirties and have not yet reached their forties. They have broken through and entered the acquired realm. And I am only in the middle stage of the master. People are more angry than people."

People talked a lot.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Look, Zi Rui is not injured!"

On the ring, Zi Rui, who was transformed into a blue-faced fang beast, suddenly yelled, and then jumped up like a okay person. Zhang Zhiyuan's seemingly powerful blow did not hurt his roots.

The blue-faced fangs entered a state of violent, and its defenses have grown amazingly! Zhang Zhiyuan didn't change his body, and it seemed that he couldn't easily defeat him.

Zi Rui's repair was originally the late master stage, after transforming into a blue-faced fangs beast, and entering a violent state, his combat power was infinitely close to the acquired realm.

"This battle is interesting!"

The spectators talked about it, thinking that the battle would not end so soon.

But what happened next in the ring made everyone stunned.

After Zi Rui's huge body stood up, he roared first, and his huge square head looked around. Finally, under everyone's gaze, he took steps and stepped out of the battle circle!

Wow!

For a moment, the audience was silent, looking at each other.

Zi Rui stepped out of the fighting circle, which meant that he had lost the game, but he didn't realize it, but just roared and attacked the young handsome outside the ring.

It turned out that he just stood up, and the first thing he saw was the young talent outside the circle, not the Zhang Zhiyuan in the fighting circle, so he resolutely stepped out of the competition circle, roaring and attacking the rest of the pride of the sky. Away.

"In the first battle, Lei Ting Tang Zhang Zhiyuan won."

The elder's voice came for the first time, and then with a faint wave of his hand, a burst of orange infuriating energy shot towards Zi Rui, Zi Rui's roaring body crashed to the ground, and then recovered his human form, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Damn. This battle ended like this?"

All the disciples couldn't laugh or cry. I didn't expect the first game to end in such a funny way. The blue-faced fangs beast is indeed a bit two-sided. Although it can enter a violent state, but after the violent violent, the enemy will not distinguish between us and the enemy. It is better not to be violent. No wonder that with the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer beasts awakening the blue-faced fangs. This kind of beast blood is destined to be eliminated.

"I'm going, third brother, eldest brother just lost?"

In the audience, Zilan couldn't laugh or cry.

Zihuang just smiled and shook his head. He didn't seem to expect Zirui to lose the game like this.

"Okay, the game continues. The disciples in the second round of the match are out."

The elder's voice was still so flat, and it seemed that Gu Jing had no wave.

"It's the second round. I hope the second round will excite me."

The spectators put their hope on the second game. What they want to see is the battle between the first person and the first person. Only then can their blood boil.

"Hey, look, it's Zhang Yifeng! Zhang Yifeng is out."

Someone exclaimed. All the spectators looked up and saw Zhang Yifeng walking towards the battle circle.

"It's Zhang Yifeng, Zhang Yifeng is about to play, who is his opponent?"

The spectators were instantly excited, as if they felt that as long as Zhang Yifeng appeared on the stage, they would definitely make their blood boil.

"Oh my God! I'm not dazzled, Jiang Wutai is taking a step forward!"

Another exclaimed, he found that Jiang Wujin, who had been standing in the crowd, had also taken steps. I just don't know if he is walking towards the fighting circle.

Everyone just felt their heartbeats speeding up, that is, they were expecting Jiang Wujin to play, and they were afraid of Jiang Wujin playing. The expectation is because they hope that Zhang Yifeng will once again create a miracle and defeat Jiang endless. Fear is because they worry that Zhang Yifeng is not Jiang Wuendi's opponent.

It can be said that all the spectators are very conflicted.

At this time, Jiang Wuxi finally stopped. Instead of going to the battle circle, he came to the place where Zi Rui passed out and helped Zi Rui aside.

While the disciples were relieved, they were also slightly disappointed. Then everyone was puzzled: "It's not Jiang Wujin, who is that?"

"Look, Wen Cuishan has moved!"

Someone discovered that the first person in Dizitang moved.

Wencui Mountain, one of the dark horses. There is no father, no mother, no school, no school, but he passed the test and made it into the top ten.

"Two dark horses are fighting!"

"Who is strong and who is weak?"

The spectators are already looking forward to it.

On the arena, Wen Cuishan finally entered the circle of battle, and stood opposite Zhang Yifeng, eyes intersecting, both of them had so sharp eyes.

It is also a dark horse, Zhang Yifeng is more high-key, but Wen Cuishan is a lot low-key.

Even at this moment, Wen Cuishan didn't say a word, but the war intent in his eyes became stronger.

This is a tricky opponent, Zhang Yifeng suddenly felt that Wen Cuishan was not weaker than Jiang Wuendi.

At this time, in the fighting circle, Wen Cuishan finally spoke: "I'm sorry, if I can, I don't want to fight with you so soon. I know better than anyone, it is never easy to be famous without a background."

Wen Cuishan's voice is the same as usual, neither salty nor weak.

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "If I can, I don't want to confront you so early."

Wen Cuishan nodded: "Don't worry, I will try my best not to hurt you later."

Wow!

Wen Cuishan's words stunned the spectators. The meaning of this sentence is that he has the confidence to defeat Zhang Yifeng?