"Bang! Bang!"

The spiritual power spreads on the competition stage, and palm prints appear.

"This is the Mizong Palm Technique. Once used, it will form an airtight fist seal!" said an older warrior.

Have you used all your martial arts skills?

The disciples of the Iron Bone Sect will definitely be defeated!

However, despite Yi Da Shi's frequent attacks, Tian Qi remained calm in the face of danger and used both hands and feet to resist the opponent's palm prints from different directions.

The higher-level warriors in the stands became more and more surprised and shocked as they watched, because the disciple of the Iron Skeleton Sect, although caught in the opponent's attack rhythm, never used his spiritual power!

"The strength of each palm of a disciple of the Qing Ling Sect is at least about 1,500. How can he resist without using spiritual power to protect his body?"

"This is too exaggerated!"

"Hoo ho!"

At this moment, Tian Qi blocked the opponent's palm technique and took a step back.

Ten haloes of light flashed in the right fist, spiritual power poured into the fist, and suddenly passed through the layers of palm prints and hit the opponent's chest.

Fast, ruthless and accurate!

“Ding-deng-deng!”

Yidashi suffered a blow, retreated violently, and finally fell out of the competition platform. When he regained his balance, he spat out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.

The referee said: "The fourth game of the second round, the winner is Tian Qi!"

"Won...again?"

"That guy's wrist aperture only has ten channels. Can he hit the twelve sections of Kaimai so far with one punch?"

While the warriors on the stage were watching the competition in confusion, Tian Qi had already walked off the stage gracefully.

This time, he took the move first and then defeated his opponent. He used his strength to tell some idiots that his victory in the last round was not a fluke.

"Why."

Jun Changxiao turned around and said with a smile: "The former disciple of yours is not a loss for losing to my disciple, right?"

The elder of Dahongmen was speechless.

At this time, he was not as active as before the competition started.

Because the few disciples who were sent were almost wiped out in the first round, only one single seedling was left and was assigned to District D.

"snort."

The elder of Dahongmen said calmly: "This is only the second round. There will be many more battles to come. Don't be too happy too early."

Jun Chang smiled and shook his shoulders, glanced at the Xiao family elder intentionally or unintentionally, and found that he was closing his eyes to meditate.

…

The contestants are still fighting. Judging from the fighting situation, it is obviously much more exciting than the first round. Many people showed off their martial arts skills.

In this regard, the Tie Gu faction is inferior.

Because Master Jun only conducted devil training and did not pass on decent martial arts skills to his disciples.

In his words, as long as the strength is strong enough, from the Kaimai stage to the martial arts level, in addition to high-level martial arts, it is just the icing on the cake.

In fact, there are no good martial arts skills for the disciples at all.

"The tenth game of the second round, Zhang He versus Li Qingyang!"

"start."

"Bang——"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Zhang He was punched off the stage by Li Qingyang.

"The tenth game of the second round, the winner is Li Qingyang!"

Everyone's mouths twitched.

…

"The twenty-sixth match of the second round, Su Xiaomo versus Lin Feng."

"start!"

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Su Xiaomo, who had strong body skills, stepped forward and immediately circled around her opponent. Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, she poured her spiritual power into her right leg, put her foot on her butt, and kicked her out of the arena.

"The twenty-sixth match of the second round, the winner is Su Xiaomo!"

Everyone continued to twitch at the corners of their mouths.

…

"Second Round 42, Tie Ying vs. Lu Qianqian!"

"start!"

"Plop——"

The contestant named Tie Ying, like Hu Yao, was pushed off the stage by Lu Qianqian with a gentle wave from the beginning.

The audience can't stand it!

Big brother, big sister, this is the second round after all.

The advanced contestants are somewhat capable. You, the iron-clad sect, will fight each other quickly. Can you show your opponents some respect?

Respect is not given, it is earned.

Just like Jun Changxiao, he never asks for respect when others humiliate his sect, because he will fight it out.

Although in this sect competition, as the leader, you cannot participate in the battle, Lu Qianqian and the five of them represent themselves and the entire Iron Skeleton sect to show respect!

The competition continues...

Until the last sixty-fourth game, Xiao Sinji versus Hua Rong!

"Coming, coming!"

"Hua Rong from the Qinghe Gang is a twelfth-level Pulse Opener, and he will definitely torture that guy!"

Sure enough, after the game started, Hua Rong integrated spiritual power into his palm to form a palm knife and launched a fierce attack on Xiao Sinji.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sword in the palm is like a shadow, attacking crazily on the shoulders, chest, arms, and abdomen.

However, no matter how Hua Rong attacked, Xiao Sinji remained standing motionless without feeling any pain.

"How...how is this possible..."

"You have to be physically strong to be beaten while standing like a stake!"

The audience was dumbfounded.

"hateful!"

Hua Rong was so angry that he raised his sword and struck Xiao Sinji hard on the neck.

In the process, spiritual power is poured into the palm, and the strength is rising steadily!

"Crack!"

At this moment, Xiao Sinji blocked his body with his palm, caught his sword, and said calmly: "It's just a martial arts competition, why bother to use such a heavy hand."

His hands were like pliers, tightly clasping the wrist, making it difficult for the other party to break free.

"Pinch it on the Qi channel!"

"That contestant was too hasty and careless!"

Many experts have figured out the way.

Xiao Sinji has no spiritual roots and no cultivation, and is nothing more than a waste.

But please don't forget that he was once an amazing genius. His strength can be reduced, but his innate fighting consciousness will not be stifled!

It seems like a wooden stake is being beaten here and there, but in fact it is looking for flaws, and finally seizes the opportunity to unexpectedly hit Hua Rong's energy.

A textbook counterattack.

Unfortunately, many warriors watching the battle will not care.

They cheered for Hua Rong in their hearts, hoping that the other party would fight back. Among them, the direct descendants of the Xiao family were the strongest.

The Qi channels are blocked and I am weak and weak. Is it possible to backhand?

"brush!"

Xiao Sinji took Hua Rong's pulse and dragged him step by step to the edge of the competition platform, then lifted him up and moved him outside the arena.

He kicked him away, put it on his stomach, and let go of his hand holding his Qi pulse. Hua Rong flew out and fell to the ground, grinning and rolling while holding his stomach.
To be continued...