Chapter 506: Battle of the Golden Collar (2)

The total is less than one hundred and sixty. ↑ small, ..o

In the first round, six powerful white-collar disciples had a bye and directly entered the top 80.

Ten arenas were launched at the same time.

On the Qiling Temple side, Sun Hao came last.

Other disciples came to the stage one after another.

The first person to go on stage was No. 15 Xi Jiguang. On the first ring, he was carried down after only half an incense stick, and was eliminated miserably.

The injury was not serious, but he lost all strength and fell into a coma. Fortunately, the opponent he met didn't hit him.

Soon, Ma Huan took the stage, not much better.

After a while, his face was pale, and he flew back staggeringly. Just as he sat down, he tilted his head and passed out directly.

Ten Qiling Hall disciples went up one by one.

None of them made it past the first round.

There were even two disciples who suffered serious injuries. One disciple was sent back with his hands and feet cut off, which was extremely miserable. There was also a disciple whose chest and abdomen were pierced directly, dripping with blood, and he could not get better within a few months.

The Hall of Qi Ling was filled with mourning.

In the end, the only ones who didn't play were Ouye and Sun Hao.

Ouye is also the only disciple of the Artifact Hall that everyone puts high hopes on, who can enter the second floor.

A year ago, Ouye reached the strength standard for promotion. After a year of accumulation, his strength should be even stronger. If Ouye can't make it to the second round, then the Qiling Temple will probably be the same as last year again this time. , the first round began to shave the head.

No. 135, Qiling Hall, Ouye, No. 3 ring.

An elder sang loudly.

"I will defeat my opponent," Ouye said firmly. stand up. There is a sense of mission in his body to win glory for Qi Lingdian: "Don't worry, everyone. I will win."

The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong men are on the stage, and everyone is looking forward to it.

Ouye, who was inducted into his name, sent a big hammer, and flew to the No. 3 ring with the mission of winning glory for the Qiling Temple.

Ouye's soul is this big hammer.

Ouye's opponent is a short and thin white-collar male student.

Take a look. Finding out that the opponent is a disciple of Qi Ling Temple, he couldn't help but feel relieved, giggling, and started running around Ouye.

This disciple was extremely agile, and soon, his shadow was everywhere on the ring.

Ouye brandished a sledgehammer, chasing these shadows and attacking them continuously.

Ouye's hammer. The strength is not small.

Ouye believed in the skinny opponent on the other side. As long as he was hit with a hammer by himself, he should be able to win, advance to the next round, and win glory for the Artifact Hall.

The hammer swung impenetrably.

Seeing Ouye chasing after his opponent and attacking fiercely, bursts of cheers rang out from the Qiling Temple. Ouye finally lived up to expectations and had an overall advantage on the court.

Sun Hao took a few glances, then shook his head slowly inadvertently.

Ouye is also very strong.

It seems that the advantage is great, but it is impossible to touch the other monk.

Don't look at the opponent as thin as a monkey, but he is so short, slim and slippery, Ouye can't catch up with his speed at all.

This kind of battle, Ouye is purely thankless.

Sun Hao thought to himself, if he were Ouye in another position, he should have three or four ways to force the opponent to slow down, confront him head-on, and fight for consumption.

But Ouye, tossing and turning is the move of swinging a hammer and attacking fiercely.

In Master Luo's eyes, a trace of regret flashed across the eyes. The disciples of the Qiling Temple are slightly weaker in combat power. Even for a disciple like Ouye, his combat experience is not a little bit worse than the disciples of other halls.

Ouye worked very hard, fought hard, and really wanted to win.

However, chasing after the opponent and attacking fiercely cannot make meritorious deeds.

Instead, he himself was out of breath after chasing.

After chasing and hacking the opponent for a while, but to no avail, Ouye couldn't help letting out a little of his momentum.

At this time, the opponent made a sudden attack, and while Ouye was taking a breath, he rushed to Ouye's side viciously, and before Ouye could react, he had already slapped him three times in a row on his chest and abdomen with incomparable accuracy.

Ouye snorted, and with a "poof", he spat out a mouthful of blood.

injured.

Looking back at the direction of the Qiling Temple, Ouye's heart skipped a beat, and he swung the hammer again.

Ouye was injured, but he refused to admit defeat, and the fight continued.

They fought for more than ten rounds.

In the same way, the elite disciple once again found the right opportunity, took advantage of the situation, and hit Ouye with a few more slaps.

This time, Ouye was directly knocked into the air, and the hammer was dropped from his hand, hitting the ring weakly.

Puffing two mouthfuls of blood, Ouye put his hands on the ground, trying to stand up straight.

On the opposite side, the elite disciple said disdainfully: "Weak, it's really too weak, Qi Lingdian, this", he clenched his fist with his right hand, raised his thumb, stretched forward, then turned his fist, and pointed his thumb to the ground .

There was anger in Ouye's eyes, but his throat felt salty, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The stalwart disciple rushed forward with a quick step, kicked up, and Ouye was swept away by his kick, and flew far away in the direction of the Qiling Temple.

Master Luo flew to catch Ouye, only to find that Ouye had passed out.

The phalanx of the Qiling Hall was dead silent.

On the ring stage, the mentor announced that the stalwart disciple Hou Wanneng won and advanced to the next round.

Hou Wanneng was on the ring and raised his fist towards Qi Lingdian, but he didn't pay attention to the disciples here.

Sun Hao's pupils shrank slightly.

The game continues.

Shortly thereafter, Zhu Pang played.

Sun Hao paid a little attention.

Zhu Pang's opponent was a slender female cultivator, who was weaker than Zhu Pang in terms of body training and soul power cultivation.

Zhu Pang started the savage collision, without mercy, directly crushed and knocked out of the ring, his barbaric style is outrageous.

It drew boos.

Zhu Pang was not ashamed, but proud, proud and excited.

This kid has been bullied by his sister for a long time, and today he finally got the chance to bully the female cultivator. It feels good.

Sun Hao shook his head speechlessly, there was no other way, Zhu Pang was just like this.

Zhu Pang won, and at the end of the first round, it was finally Sun Hao's turn to play.

Zhong Xiaohao, Qi Lingdian, the fourth arena, against Sea God Temple, Jin Wuba.

Jinwu Ba is one foot tall, majestic and burly, with a beard on his face.

The two stood opposite each other.

Sun Hao, whose stature is a head taller than ordinary people, feels like a thin and thin little man.

The ring instructor made a gesture, announcing that the competition had begun.

Jin Wuba looked at his opponent, shook his head slightly, and muttered: "Luck is here, even the door panels can't block it. In the first round, I actually met the weak chicken from Qiling Temple."

Sun Hao had a faint smile on his face: "Brother Jin, please."

Jin Wuba grabbed forward with both hands, carelessly, and grabbed Sun Hao.

Sun Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he stood where he was, without moving.

The careless Jin Wuba grabbed a solid with both hands, grabbed Sun Hao's shoulder with one hand, and held Sun Hao firmly in the palm of his hand, like an eagle catching a chicken.

"Haven't anyone heard of it?" Jin Wuba grabbed Sun Hao, but didn't use any strength, and a ferocious smile appeared on his rough face: "The same bronze combat body is perfect, and the power gap will be huge... ..."

Seeing that Sun Hao fell into the opponent's hands, Qi Lingdian disciples all looked at each other, and a thought flashed in their hearts, this time, Qi Lingdian was embarrassed.

Inside the phalanx of the Temple of War, Zhu Pang covered his forehead, said "Oh", and said to Wang Yuan, "Ermao, you want me to rank Xiaohao as a general. This is good, I, Zhu Pang What is your reputation, but it doesn't matter, after a while, I, Pig King, will help you recall the venue..."

Wang Yuan smiled, but didn't make a sound.

Over there, Jin Wuba used his hands hard, and shouted loudly: "Get up", trying to lift Sun Hao up and throw him out of the ring.

Sun Hao's body sank slightly, and he put his hands on Jin Wuba's arms, exerting a little force, but remained motionless.

A trace of doubt flashed across Jin Wuba's face, how could this be?

Qiqi, who was watching the battle, thought, that big guy, could he be a parallel importer, who looks good but is not useful?

Sun Hao shook his head slowly, and said with a smile: "The same bronze body is perfect, and the power gap is indeed quite large. Brother Jin, haven't you heard of it? Don't compare your strength with the blacksmith who blacksmiths?"

After finishing speaking, there was a burst of shouting in his mouth: "Get up."

Jin Wuba only felt that huge and unparalleled power surged from his arms. This kind of power was not only surprisingly large, but also extremely penetrating. The body training technique he was proud of could not stop it at all. Withstand the invasion of this force.

I can't stop it at all, I feel dizzy.

Involuntarily, Jin Wuba yelled strangely, his feet were pulled off the ground, and Sun Hao lifted them up.

With a round of hands, Jin Wuba's huge body was spun on the head by Sun Hao.

The little ant held up an elephant.

The visual effect is pretty good.

Jin Wuba's body turned faster and faster, Sun Hao shouted: "Go", and shook his hands vigorously.

Jin Wuba danced and screamed, and was directly thrown out of the ring.

The instructor shook his head and announced loudly, "Qi Ling Temple, Zhong Xiaohao...

Jin Wuba twirled in the air, ran back, and shouted loudly: "Don't, the outcome is not decided, I haven't transformed yet, careless, careless..."

The mentor looked at him, unmoved, and then announced: "Win."

Jin Wuba sat down on the ring, muttering: "Who told me? The strength of the blacksmith is the greatest..." (To be continued..)<><