Nine Cents Refining

The total is not enough for one hundred and sixty.

In the first round, six powerful white-collar disciples took the lead directly into the first eighty.

Ten downfalls were carried out simultaneously.

On the side of the instrument hall, Sun Hao’s appearance is behind.

Other disciples have come to power one after another.

The first one to take the stage was Xi Jiguang on the 15th. The first one was on the stage. Only half a column of incense was carried, and it was carried and sent down.

The injury is not heavy, it is completely out of force, coma in the past, but fortunately the opponents met did not fall into the stone.

Soon, Ma Huan came to power, not much.

After a while, his face was pale, and he flew back. He just sat down, and his head stunned.

Ten disciples of the Spiritual Temple, one by one.

No one can pass the first round.

Even two disciples were severely wounded. One of the disciples was cut off with one hand and one foot. It was sent back. There was also a disciple who was directly pierced by the chest and abdomen. It was bloody, and it could not be changed for a few months.

The Temple of the Spirit is a mourning.

In the end, there was only Ouye and Sun Hao.

Ou Ye, also a high hope for everyone, the only disciple who may enter the second floor.

A year ago, Ouye reached the standard of strength for promotion. After a year of accumulation, the strength should be strengthened. If Ouye can't enter the second round, then the instrumental hall will be the same as last year. The first round began to shave the head.

One hundred and thirty-five, the instrumental hall, the ouye, the third platform.

There are elders singing loudly.

"I will beat the opponent", Ou Ye face a firm face, and stood up. There is a sense of mission for the glory of the temple. "Everyone can rest assured that I will win."

The wind is bleak and the water is cold, and the strong men are on the stage.

Was ordered to the famous Ou Ye, the imperial to make a big hammer, with the mission of glory for the temple. Flying to the third ring.

The soul of Ouye is this big hammer.

Ouye’s opponent is a short, thin, short-skinned white-collar male disciple.

When I saw it, I found that my opponent was a disciple of the Spiritual Temple, and I couldn’t help it. He smiled and ran around the leaves.

This disciple, the body is extremely flexible, very fast, on the stage. His shadow is everywhere.

Ouye waved a big hammer and chased these shadows, constantly attacking.

The hammer of Ouye is not small.

Ou Ye believes that the opponent who is thin and unscrupulous, as long as he is hit by himself, he should be able to win and advance to the next round. Glory for the Temple of the Spirit.

The hammer was waved tightly.

Seeing that Ouye chased the opponent and stormed it, there was a burst of cheers on the side of the instrument hall. Ouye finally lived up to expectations and took advantage of the game.

Sun Hao looked at his eyes and shook his head inadvertently.

Ou Ye, it is also a good effort.

It seems that the advantage is great, but at the same time there is no way for the other monks.

Don't look at your opponent's skinny like a monkey. Can be short and sleek, Ou Ye simply can not catch up with his speed.

This kind of battle. Ou Ye is purely unwilling.

Sun Hao thought, change position. If you are Ou Ye, you should not make three or four ways, forcing your opponent to slow down, and hard-hitting with yourself.

Can Ou Ye, turn over and over is the trick of hammering and attacking.

In the eyes of Master Luo, flashing the silk regrets, the disciple of the instrument hall, the combat power is weaker, even if it is a disciple such as Ou Ye, the combat experience is not a bit worse than the disciples of other temples.

Ou Ye is very hard and very hard, and she wants to win.

However, chasing opponents to attack, can not build merit.

Instead, he himself panted.

After chasing the opponent for a while, there is no result, and Ou Ye’s momentum is not relieved.

At this point, the opponent violently embarrassed, when the ouye ventilated, fiercely rushed into the side of Ouye, not waiting for the Ouye reaction, has been three consecutive palms, accurately shot in his chest and abdomen.

Ou Ye sullen, "squeaky", spurting a blood.

injured.

Looking back at the direction of the instrumental hall, the heart of Ouye was horizontal and the hammer was waved again.

Ouye was injured but did not admit defeat and the battle continued.

Fighted more than a dozen rounds.

In the same way, the fine disciples once again found the right opportunity, and took advantage of the situation, but also a few palms, hit the European leaves.

This time, Ouye was directly hit, the hammer was released, and it was unable to kneel on the platform.

Two blood, Ou Ye hands on the ground, trying to stand up straight.

Oppositely, the disciples in the disciples said with disdain: "Weak, it is too weak, the instrument hall, this", the right hand clenched the fist, raised the thumb, stretched forward, then, the fist turned, the thumb pointed to the ground .

There was anger in the olympic eyes, but the throat was salty and spewed out another blood.

A disciple of the disciples rushed up and flew up, and Ouye was swept away by a foot and flew far away to the direction of the temple.

Master Luo flew and caught Ouye, but found that Ou Ye had already fainted.

The temple is in a square, and it is dead.

On the platform, the instructor announced that the disciples would win the championship and advance to the next round.

On the top of the ring, the martial arts hall raised his fists, but he did not put the disciples here.

Sun Hao’s pupils shrank slightly.

The game continues.

Soon after, Zhu Peng played.

Sun Hao paid a little attention.

Zhu Pang's opponent is a slender female repair, whether it is refining or spiritual cultivation, it is weaker than Zhu Pang.

Zhu Pang opened a barbaric collision, and did not pity the fragrant jade, directly crushed, knocked out the ring, the barbarism of the style, makes people feel awkward.

It screamed.

Zhu Pang is not ashamed, but he is proud of his arrogance and excitement.

This child, who has been bullied by her sister for a long time, finally got the opportunity to bully the female repair today. I feel that it is too good.

Sun Hao shook his head without words, no way, Zhu Pang said this virtue.

Zhu Pang wins, when the first round of the test is nearing the end, it is finally the turn of Sun Hao to play.

Zhong Xiaohao, the instrumental hall, the fourth platform, the battle of the sea temple, the towel tyrant.

The towel tyrants are as high as one foot, and they are born to be sturdy and burly.

Two people opposite each other.

Sun Hao, who is taller than the average person, feels like a thin little one.

A tutor in the ring and a gesture announced that the game started.

Take a look at the opponent, the head of the bag gently shakes, his mouth sighed: "The luck came, the door panels can not stop, the first round, actually met the weak chicken of the instrument hall."

Sun Hao’s face has a faint smile: “Women, please.”

The towel tyrants grabbed their hands forward and slammed them, and slammed them to Sun Hao.

Sun Hao’s heart moved, standing in the same place, not moving.

The sturdy towel of the tyrant, grabbed a real hand with both hands, grabbed Sun Hao's shoulder in one hand, and firmly grasped Sun Hao in the palm of his hand. It was like an eagle catching a chicken.

"Don't you hear people say it?" The towel Wu Ba grabbed Sun Hao, and did not exert force. The rough face showed a sly smile: "The same bronze battle body is perfect, this power gap will be huge... ..."

Seeing that Sun Hao fell into the hands of the opponent, the disciples of the Lingling Temple looked at each other with a glimpse of their thoughts. This time, the temple was widened.

Within the square of the Temple of War, Zhu Pang’s forehead, his mouth slammed, and Wang Yuan said: “Two hairs, you still want me to list Xiaohao as a warlord, this is good, my Zhu Pang What's the reputation, but it doesn't matter, for a while, my pig king will help you recall the scene..."

Wang Yuan smiled and didn't make a sound.

Over there, the towel tyrants with both hands, the mouth burst into a burst: "start", trying to lift Sun Hao to give up, throwing out the ring.

Sun Hao’s body was slightly sunk, and his hands were on the arm. He was placed on the arm of the towel, and he was a little bit hard.

There is a trace of doubt on the face of the towel, how can this be?

Watching the disciples Qi Qi thought, that big guy, it would not be a parallel, invisible?

Sun Hao slowly shook his head and smiled in his mouth: "The same bronze battle body is perfect, the power gap is really big, towel brother, have you not heard of it? Do not be more powerful than the ironsmith who is playing iron?"

After that, the mouth also burst into a burst: "Get up."

The towel Wu Ba only feels that the huge and unparalleled power has surged over the arms. This kind of power is not only surprisingly large, but also very penetrating. The proudly refining technique is not blocked at all. Live the invasion of this power.

I couldn't stop it, I felt a dizzy head.

Involuntarily ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ towel Wuba ah screaming, the feet were pulled off the ground, was lifted by Sun Hao.

With a round of hands, the huge body of the smugglers was rotated by Sun Hao on the top of his head.

The little ant raised an elephant.

This visual effect is quite good.

The body of the towel Wu Ba turned faster and faster, and Sun Hao burst into a loud voice: "Go," and both hands slammed.

The towel tyrants danced, and the screaming screams were thrown out of the ring.

The instructor shook his head and announced loudly, the instrument hall, Zhong Xiaohao...

The towel tyrant swayed in the air, ran back, shouted loudly: "Don't, the outcome is not divided, I haven't changed yet, careless, careless..."

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

The towel tyrants sat on the platform and opened it: "Who told me? The strength of the blacksmith is the biggest..." (To be continued)