Dai Lü's strategy was correct. When he was in a desperate situation, he could activate the devouring power.
But first, he had to survive this desperate situation.
Facing Ye Xingchen's fierce kicks, Brother Green Scarf couldn't stabilize his state of mind and fainted. The devouring power that was about to erupt was immediately retracted.
So … he was beaten up for nothing, but he didn't have the chance to fight back.
It had to be said.
This was a great tragedy.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "I thought he was strong, but he couldn't even withstand a single blow."
Elder Jin was so angry that his body was trembling.
He let Dai Lü fight, but he was defeated in one move and was stepped on repeatedly. It was a disgrace to the Sacred Spring Sect!
There was no other way.
Ye Xingchen was too strong.
Even if he sent Qing Linfeng, he would also lose.
The only consolation was that he used an outer disciple to exhaust the strongest disciple of the Iron Bone Sect.
Elder Jin waved his hand.
An inner disciple walked onto the martial arts field, his eyes flashing with anger.
No disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect could tolerate the defeat of so many of his fellow disciples, so he had to win!
Jun Changxiao said, "Yuhua, go."
"Yes!"
Yang Yuhua stepped forward.
"Iron Bone Sect disciple, Yang Yuhua!"
"Sacred Spring Sect disciple, Qi Fan!"
"Begin!" The referee said.
"Swish!"
Qi Fan attacked first, performing the Thirty-six Paths of Heaven Fist, which instantly transformed into fist shadows.
He was a senior inner disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect and had an upper-grade spiritual root. Although he was only a first-grade Martial Master, his fist technique and aura were obviously much stronger than Dai Lü!
"The strength of each punch is at least forty thousand pounds!"
"This is the real inner disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect!"
"The Iron Bone Sect disciples are unlucky!"
"Swish!"
Yang Yuhua staggered her steps and crossed her arms. It was clear that she wanted to use her body to resist!
Seeing this, everyone shook their heads.
Thirty-six Paths of Heaven Fist was a unique fist technique of the Sacred Spring Sect.
Once performed, it would form an endless momentum. If one chose to defend, they would definitely fall into an absolute passive state.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shadows of the fists were like cannonballs as they bombarded him!
Although each attack carried a force of around forty thousand jin, Yang Yuhua, who had taken the brunt of the attacks, stood on the spot and did not move an inch!
He didn't even open the seal barrier, it was effortless!
Everyone's eyes widened.
The Iron Bone disciples would be fine even if they were forced to take half a step back!
Qi Fan, who had performed a set of fist techniques, was also stunned.
Even if it was a huge beast with rough skin and thick flesh, it would still be forced back a few steps under his crazy bombardment!
"Shua!"
Yang Yuhua took advantage of the other's stupefied state to attack with a Rupturing Fist.
This punch was very fast, so fast that Qi Fan could only cross his arms to defend himself.
"It's impolite not to reciprocate!"
Yang Yuhua's fist, which was imbued with spiritual energy, came crashing down.
Bang — —
Qi Fan took the brunt of the attack and was sent flying backwards. His face was contorted as intense pain spread through his arms!
Yang Yuhua, a second grade Martial Master, with the support of the Rupturing Fist, could punch out with a force of 55000 jin!
How could a Rank One Martial Master receive such an attack?
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Qi Fan staggered back until he was out of the arena. When he stabilized his body with difficulty, his legs gave out and he knelt on the ground.
"Ding! Defeated 210 inner disciples of the Sacred Spring Sect. "
The spectating martial artists' mouths twitched.
It was hard to accept that an inner disciple was sent flying with a single punch!
Qin Haoran and the leaders of the alliance were also dumbfounded.
How could an unranked sect have so many powerful disciples in a short span of a year?
Elder Jin was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
In front of their own sect, in front of all the forces, they lost 52 matches. No one could control their emotions!
"Sigh."
Jun Changxiao said, "Xuanzhou, go on stage."
"Yes."
Song Xuanzhou walked onto the arena and stood there proudly.
The Sacred Spring Sect sent another inner disciple, who was also a Rank One Martial Master.
In a fifth-rate sect, there were two ways to become an inner disciple. One was to have an excellent spirit root, and the other was to be strong.
The second way was to become a Martial Master.
If the spirit root was good and the cultivation level was high, they would be a direct disciple.
Of course.
A disciple with a good spirit root would gradually become stronger.
For example, the Rank Eight Martial Disciple Mo Shangfei, who was defeated by Li Qingyang at the Spirit Spring Mountain, became a Rank Two Martial Master in a year.
Unfortunately, it was too slow.
Li Qingyang was only a Rank Four Martial Disciple at that time. Now, not only did he have an excellent spirit root, he also had the cultivation of a Rank Five Martial Master.
With this comparison.
The gap between them was not small!
"That Iron Bone disciple is a Martial Disciple."
"The Sacred Spring Sect sent a Martial Master, he should be able to get the first victory!"
Everyone discussed in low voices.
It was possible to fight against someone of a higher level in the same realm, but it was very difficult to win against someone of a higher level!
Old Man Song's heart was in his mouth.
His son had just recovered from his paralysis. It was too dangerous for him to fight against a Martial Master as a Martial Disciple!
However, after the match began, Song Xuanzhou relied on the sect's various martial techniques to suppress his opponent in all aspects in a short time!
Especially when he took the opportunity to use the Mountain Splitting Palm, his explosive strength had reached 30000 jin!
His opponent's explosive strength was only 25000 jin!
Old Man Song's face went blank as he felt the spiritual energy emanating from Zhang Xuan's palm strike.
My son.
Is … is he that strong?!
"Boom!"
Song Xuanzhou went to the back and used the Exploding Fist continuously, directly blasting the Sacred Spring Sect disciple, who was one level higher than him, out of the training field!
Although he was not as clean as his senior brothers, he had suppressed his opponent from the beginning to the end.
This was enough to prove that he was a once-in-a-century genius after he stood up from his paralysis and trained hard in the Iron Bone Sect!
Looking at his son defeating his opponent and looking at his back, Old Man Song could not control himself and his hands trembled with excitement.
…
Song Xuanzhou defeated a Rank One Martial Master as a peak Martial Disciple. Not only did he prove himself, but he also told the spectators that the Iron Bone Sect disciples could surpass their level!
The Sacred Spring Sect's upper echelon had an extremely ugly expression.
And this was destined to continue to be ugly, because Zhang Wei and the others who were stronger than Song Xuanzhou went up one after another and defeated the inner disciples of the Sacred Spring Sect.
"Ding! Defeated 1010 Sacred Spring Sect inner disciples. "
"Ding! Disciple defeated an inner disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect. Epic mission completion rate 50%. Host receives 400 contribution points. "
"Ding! Contribution points: 22052000. "
"Ding! Sect contribution points overflow … "
Jun Changxiao was very pleased with his disciple's strong performance, so he opened the purchased items column and spent 500 contribution points to buy 10 bottles of Aptitude Changing Liquid.
After the battle, he would give it to the disciples who had gained face for the sect.
He could not give each disciple a bottle for the time being, but he would definitely record their achievements and reward them in the future.
The outer disciples of the Iron Bone Sect were already very strong in this one year of cultivation. If they were to improve their spirit roots, they would be even more terrifying.
"Elder Jin."
Jun Changxiao said, "Do you want to continue?"
Elder Jin did not say anything and only waved his hand with a gloomy face. An inner disciple with the strength of a Rank Three Martial Master walked out again.
This meant that he wanted to continue the battle!
Jun Changxiao naturally would not back down and let Long Ziyang fight.
The most troublesome thing was.
It was already the sixty-first battle, and only Ye Xingchen from the Iron Bone Sect had fought. The others had not yet gone up.
"Boom!"
Long Ziyang, who was the strongest among the outer disciples, cleanly defeated his opponent and won the eleventh battle of the inner disciples.
The spectators were calm.
In the sixty-one battles, the Iron Bone Sect had won sixty-one battles. Their minds and muscles were already numb.
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