“6320!”

“6320!”

The referee's voice sounded, and it was Xuanyuan Wudi's turn to play. It was already half a day, and few people would care about the subsequent games.

However, Yang Hu, the person in charge, has been paying attention to Xuanyuan Wudi. Unfortunately, Xuanyuan Wudi has been watching the game, so Yang Hu can't see any clues.

The contestant "6319" has already stepped onto the arena, and Xuanyuan Wudi has no intention of going on stage.

Time passed for a while, Xuanyuan Wudi's opponent No. 6319 is a burly man with the peak strength in the mid-stage Yuanshen Realm.

Seeing the relatively weak Xuanyuan Wudi, the heads of the family were not optimistic about Xuanyuan Wudi, especially the fat host.

Yang Hu was silent, with no sadness or joy on his face, and no one could see his thoughts.

"Where is 6320? Come on stage!"

The referee's impatient voice rang again. This was the first time he had shouted, but the scene was still quiet. Xuanyuan Wudi under the Qingjian stage had not responded yet.

At this time, there will inevitably be people speculating that the player No. 6319 is the peak of the mid-stage Yuanshen Realm. He is not weak in this arena, but not strong either.

On the 6319th, when he saw that Xuanyuan Wudi at No. 6320 had not appeared, he thought that Xuanyuan Wudi must be afraid to come to power.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the audience was speculating.

"This No. 6320 must be scared and dare not go up!"

"No, I probably ran away long ago!"

"Maybe I didn't come at all!"

"Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Must be seeing No. 6319 being too powerful, hiding underneath, peeing her pants, how dare you come out? I didn't even have the courage to admit defeat!"

"Yes, it's so embarrassing to be such a person!"

Various voices were talking about Yuan Wudi. Although Xuanyuan Wudi could hear it, he didn't hear it.

At this time, the referee was also impatient because it was almost time to set aside, so that Xuanyuan Wudi could be judged to be unavailable. According to the rules, he would naturally lose.

“No. 6320…”

The referee was about to call for loss, but before he could even shout it out, a figure jumped onto the ring and stuck the referee's loss in his throat, making the referee's old face flushed slightly, as if he was slapped in the face, obviously dissatisfied with Xuanyuan Wudi.

The referee wanted to teach Xuanyuan Wudi a lesson, but because he was the referee, it was difficult to take action, and Lord Yang Hu was watching him, he didn't dare to be arrogant.

When he saw Xuanyuan Wudi's cultivation level, he smiled knowingly. The middle stage of the Yuanshen Realm was destined to lose, and it was impossible to defeat the peak of the middle stage of the Yuanshen Realm No. 6319. Although they were all in the middle stage of the Yuanshen Realm, the peak of the Yuanshen Realm had already entered the late stage of the Yuanshen Realm with half a foot, and his strength was very different.

Let No. 6319 beat him up. If you will be slower, you will lose and let him be beaten a few more times, so that he can still be arrogant.

This idea has already been established in the referee's mind. In addition to the referee, there are also players No. 3219 who have similar ideas, which is to beat Xuanyuan Wudi a few more times and don't knock Xuanyuan Wudi off the ring so quickly.

"Ahem, let's start on 6320!"

The referee coughed twice and urged them to start the game. In his opinion, the game will not take long to end.

Xuanyuan Wudi was not in a hurry to start when he came on stage. He just looked at his opponent No. 6319 quietly, and it didn't seem like he was giving up, which made everyone feel strange.

This is not like a game at all, it is a bit like Xuanyuan Wudi treats the opponent as a monkey.

The No. 6319 player was also seen by Xuanyuan Wudi, so he walked over directly without wielding any martial arts. This is because he has absolute trust in his own strength.

Of course, it is because Xuanyuan Wudi's strength is too poor. It is estimated that he can beat him with just one fist. He is completely a trend of suppressing him on the other side, and he doesn't have to use any martial arts to deal with Xuanyuan Wudi.

"Boy, let's see if you can still look at me like this later!"

No. 6319 said to Xuanyuan Wudi while walking that Wuming's anger could only be beaten Xuanyuan Wudi hard to calm down.

However, Xuanyuan Wudi didn't speak, his heart was as calm as water. He was too lazy to pay attention to such a small person. In order not to reveal his trump card, he would just play slowly.

Xuanyuan Wudi has a dantian and acupoint dantian, which is equivalent to two mid-stage warriors in the Yuanshen realm, and his spiritual power purity has reached the late stage of the Yuanshen realm. He really doesn't take a small peak in the middle stage of the Yuanshen realm seriously.

Even if he is slowly abused, he can torture him to death, and he is not in a hurry. In fact, his purpose is to use the strange rune of the Chaos Art: "swallowing" the heavenly performance to absorb the opponent's spiritual power, which will gradually increase and decrease in the battle, so Xuanyuan Wudi is reluctant to end the game quickly.

Because after the observation just now, it is still difficult to reach the top five with current strength. We must use war to support the war and strengthen our strength in the battle.

After entering a certain distance, the player No. 6319 punched him, and the fist stormed. Although he did not break the power of heaven and earth, his power was not weak.

Xuanyuan Wudi punched out without any Hua Ji. Both of them had no Hua Ji, simple and unpretentious, and they blasted together in an instant. There was no squeezing of two fists. It seemed that they were purely a rough spiritual power, and even small fluctuations did not appear.

Everyone has different feelings about this punch. The feeling of the warrior No. 6319 is that his fist seems to hit the iron plate, and he suddenly has an absurd illusion, is the thin figure in front of him a human or a ghost?

In fact, the dozens of runes recombined with the Chaos Technique in Xuanyuan Wudi's body have the power of devouring. When the fist power comes into contact with Xuanyuan Wudi, it is swallowed by the strange runes, transforming and absorbing the opponent's fist power, partly being absorbed by the runes, and partly transformed into spiritual power and sucked into the dantian. In this way, Xuanyuan Wudi can win without consuming anything.

Although Yang Hu also found this punch strange, he didn't know what the blame was, so he could only continue to watch.

All families of all sizes are even more unclear. So why did Xuanyuan Wudi make such a weird punch? Shouldn't he be knocked down by a punch? But the facts prove that they were wrong.

After a brief calm, No. 6319 recovered a little confidence. After all, the other party was in the middle stage of the Yuanshen Realm and had to believe it. Maybe it was because he was careless just now and did not use all his strength, but he did not use all his strength.

"Boy, I was careless just now. Now you don't have that good luck!"

No. 6319 put away his contempt mentality. It is wrong to despise anyone. Suddenly, his confidence surged and he took another second move to Xuanyuan Wudi.

"Bear Fist!"

This punch almost condensed 80% of his spiritual power. Now he just wants to knock Xuanyuan Wudi away with one punch and no longer have the intention of teasing.

Try to fight quickly and decide quickly. No matter how weird you are, it will be most useful if you reduce one strength by ten. No matter how clever Xuanyuan Wudi is, it will be useless in the face of absolute strength.

This is what he thought. It is indeed a good truth, but unfortunately his opponent is Xuanyuan Wudi, so it would be useless for him to reduce ten times with one force.

Xuanyuan Wudi did not disturb him from condensing his fist, because the more power he condensed, the more oppression Xuanyuan Wudi would be. Only with oppression can there be a breakthrough. How could Xuanyuan Wudi let go of such a good thing? He is now in need of strength.

"Um?"

The person in charge Yang Hu frowned. The power of the No. 6319 fist should not be underestimated. He is not optimistic about Xuanyuan Wudi in the middle stage of the Yuanshen Realm.

Yang Hu is ready. When Xuanyuan Wudi can't take over, he will take action to rescue Xuanyuan Wudi, which means he doesn't want Xuanyuan Wudi to die.

One is your own selfishness, and the other is the rules of this conference. These are the two reasons, but selfishness still occupies a little more.

"Boy, it's still time for you to admit defeat now, otherwise I can control it later. Maybe this power may not necessarily kill you!"

The contestant No. 6319 reminded Xuanyuan Wudi that he did not want to violate the rules, as it would not be worth the loss.

But what was angry was that Xuanyuan Wudi still hummed with a word, which made him so angry that he almost lost control. He snorted coldly: "Hmph, boy, don't blame me, you asked for it!"

"Bear Fist!"

With a light shout, he knocked the condensed punch towards Xuanyuan Wudi. The power of this punch was many times greater than the first punch. With the effect of martial arts, the air was also squeezed out, and the sound of breaking through the air appeared.

Xuanyuan Wudi didn't have much touch with this punch. Even if he had a full blow to the peak of the mid-stage Yuanshen Realm, he could still take it.

What's more, it's not a full blow, but it doesn't mean to underestimate this punch, so there is still an attitude.

This time, Xuanyuan Wudi still punched him with one punch, and the devouring power surrounded his fist, but it still didn't have a lot of power, but the strength was much greater than the previous time.

"One punch, one punch is not fancy."

The two punches are like a world of difference. The winner is decided, so do you need to talk about it? No need to think about the audience and the referee, and even Yang Hu thinks that Xuanyuan Wudi will definitely lose.

Yang Hu had already wanted to stop him. If it weren't for Xuanyuan Wudi's calm expression, he would have thought that this person was a madman. Xuanyuan Wudi should have some tricks, and he would have been sick without tricks.

A trace of sinister smiled flashed across the corner of the little fat host's mouth at this time. Xuanyuan Wudi swept his face and looked much more comfortable now. It would be better to be beaten to death by this punch.

The two fists hit together as scheduled, and did not disappear invisible like the first fist. The fists collided with each other. Before the fists, a gust of wind scattered in all directions. Moreover, Xuanyuan Wudi's fist strength showed signs of retreating, and the bear fist strength continued to tilt into Xuanyuan Wudi's body.

"Haha!!! Bear Fist is a manic martial art. Its strength can destroy the warrior's meridians. There are hundreds of people who die under my boxing force. Don't worry, I won't kill you this time!"

When the No. 6319 player saw this, he felt that he would win and couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!