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Covering the sun hall, the martial arts field of the sect.

The two stood facing each other, one of them was Liu Fuyun.

Standing opposite him was a bald man with a bare upper body and a disdainful expression on his face.

Surrounded by disciples of the Sun Sect, surrounded by a middle-aged man, sitting high above.

There is a colorful tiger lying on the seat, it is the suzerain of the Palace of Concealing Sun: Chi Zhiqiang.

And in the first place under him, Chen Dao, Sang Zizai, Luo Li and other elders stood out.

Chi Zhiqiang looked at Chen Dao, who immediately understood.

I saw him striding forward and said loudly.

"Today's martial arts competition competes for the place in the sword tomb. Now the martial arts competition begins, and the disciples of the offensive and defensive sides will come to the stage!"

All around, the disciples of the Palace of Covering the Sun began to clamor in unison, and the sound of war drums and applause merged into one, and the momentum was huge.

Liu Zhuoran glanced at Liu Fuyun with gloomy eyes.

Although he didn't say a word, anyone could see the fierceness in his eyes.

Everyone at the scene was aware of it, and Shi Yong looked at Liu Fuyun in the field with a worried expression.

The atmosphere in the arena has been heightened, and everyone's fighting spirit is stimulated, and their blood is surging.

Liu Zhuoran, who was opposite to Liu Fuyun, screamed strangely and shouted loudly.

"You don't know how to live and die, you are so crazy that you dare to compete with your grandfather and me, have you thought about how you will die?"

The gazes of the two clashed fiercely in the air, not giving way to each other.

The corners of Liu Fuyun's mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at Ye Qing with a serious gaze on the audience, and sneered.

"Why, Senior Brother Ye, why don't you go on stage and fight yourself?"

Ye Qing smiled coldly.

"Don't worry, if you can win, I will naturally give you this chance."

Liu Fuyun withdrew her gaze, stopped talking nonsense, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, revealing a faint smile.

Then he raised his right hand flat, raised his five fingers together, and said with one bend and one stretch.

"Too much nonsense, let the horse come here."

This provocative action was like pouring a handful of oil into Liu Zhuoran's heart, and the flames of anger blazed up.

After a roar, he rushed towards Liu Fuyun.

Swinging the fist of the sandbag, it aimed at his body and smashed it down.

That momentum seemed to want to punch Liu Fuyun all over.

Liu Fuyun's eyes froze, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"This bald head's fist is strong, but it is considered powerful."

The body was unambiguous, and he took advantage of the situation to kick Liu Zhuoran's abdomen.

"boom!"

Facing this kick, Liu Zhuoran did not respond.

As if Liu Fuyun's leg was a piece of noodles, he raised his fist again and smashed it down.

Liu Fuyun quickly made a vertical leap, and said after nimbly dodging the incoming attack.

"Wait a moment!"

Liu Zhuoran said in a daze.

"Why, seeing how powerful I am, you kid want to surrender?"

Liu Fuyun laughed.

"Baldhead, I want to make a bet with you, do you dare to accept?"

"What? Bet? Why not?"

Although Liu Zhuoran didn't know what kind of tricks Liu Fuyun wanted to play, he blindly believed in his own strength.

How could he be afraid of this new disciple in front of him?
"Okay, refreshing. Just bet on whether I can defeat you within ten strokes. If you can still stand after ten strokes, I will lose. If I lose, I will be your follower; if you lose, I will be your follower." Do you dare to be my entourage, to be sent by me, to be driven by me?"

Liu Fuyun smiled contemptuously, and looked towards the audience.

All the elders and disciples present could hear clearly.

Now they are even more focused on Ye Qing, it is obvious that this move is to provoke the other party.

Sang Zi showed approval on his face, while Fifth Elder Luo Li showed dissatisfaction.

But right now, it's hard to say anything.

In the martial arts arena, Liu Zhuoran went mad with anger, and the opponent's defiant attitude was almost unbearable.

"Hmph, beat me with ten strokes? If you can do it, I will take my head off and kick it for you."

All the muscles in his body bulged, and he rushed towards Liu Fuyun with all his strength.

Liu Fuyun didn't panic, turned sideways to avoid Liu Zhuoran's fist, gave a light drink, and pointed to swords, hitting the opponent's shoulders directly.

Due to the short distance and the extremely fast speed of the sword fingers.

Unable to dodge, Liu Zhuoran let out a cry of pain, and a strong numbness came from his shoulders.

"Sculpture Skills"

Liu Zhuoran snorted coldly, forcibly suppressed the numbness in his shoulders, and raised his arms again to attack Liu Fuyun.

However, the offensive was not as strong as before, and the speed also slowed down.

All of this was seen by Liu Fuyun, and a playful sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

In the short fight just now, Liu Zhuoran's routines have been completely seen through by him.

The boxing looks fierce and fierce, but it relies more on strength to fight.

But Liu Fuyun's system is in his body, and his foundation is very solid.

Whether it is physique, defense, or speed, they are far away from the opponent.

Liu Fuyun deftly dodged the enemy's attack again, and dodged sideways to the right.

At the same time, he kicked Liu Zhuoran to the crook of his knee with his right foot and shouted loudly.

"Kneel down for me."

The huge force caused the bald man to bend his knees and kneel on one knee.

At the same time, Liu Fuyun's right elbow was surrounded by the force of thunder, and it bombarded towards his left temple.

Liu Zhuoran's face changed drastically, and he found that his left leg had become useless, and a severe numbness made him unable to control his body to avoid it.

He had no choice but to protect his head with both arms, and forcibly endured Liu Fuyun's heavy blow.

"Oh!"

The whole body was heavy and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ahhhh...!"

Liu Zhuoran turned over and sat up, looking like a madman, as if about to bite a steel tooth.

Roaring loudly with anger all over his face, he looked as if he wanted to swallow Liu Fuyun alive.

Then, he made a move that surprised the audience.

I saw that he waved his fists frantically, hitting his left leg with one punch after another.

I want to use the severe pain to quickly relieve the numbness of my left leg.

For a moment, everyone present held their breath, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Those onlookers, none of them did not respect Liu Zhuoran.

Even Liu Fuyun stopped, not taking advantage of others.

However, looking at the other party calmly, the other party's actions still won his respect.

"what!"

The pain made the tingling sensation disappear quickly, and Liu Zhuoran howled angrily, barely standing up.

"I won't lose, you die for me!"

Footsteps kicked off the ground, his fists descended like a tiger, and suddenly blasted towards Liu Fuyun.

Facing such a fierce and sharp blow, Liu Fuyun did not dodge or dodge.

Under the astonished gazes of the disciples, he actually greeted him with his own chest.

"boom!"

Liu Zhuoran's fists hit his body heavily.

Xuanyin sword armor, activate!
Countless sword qi came out through the body, and went away with a shock.

The sword energy was like rain, and Liu Zhuoran flew upside down directly, blood spurting wildly, as if he didn't want money.

Liu Fuyun didn't look at Liu Zhuoran again, but turned to look at Ye Qing.

"Senior Brother Ye, it's your turn..."