Fantastic Fantasy: Marrying a Beautiful Wife at the Opening Competition

This shout also attracted the attention of many people around.

Zhong Xiong turned his head and saw that the young man was forcibly pulling his Qingfeng wolf, staring at him fiercely.

As if he swept the Qingfeng wolf, the fear in the monster's eyes became heavier, and it directly broke free from the shackles of its master, and fled here.

The young man didn't react, and was directly dragged by the Qingfeng wolf for more than ten meters in a row, and had an intimate friction with the ground, and then rolled several times when he let go, causing a burst of laughter around him.

Zhong Xiong withdrew his gaze, and when he was about to walk towards the arched gate, he suddenly felt a coldness coming from behind him. His eyes were cold, and when he was about to make a move, the coldness stopped abruptly.

He turned his head to look, and found that the young man had fallen to the ground, with a distorted expression on his face, as if he had suffered great pain.

"Outside Daowu Mansion, don't make random moves."

At this time, an old voice came, and Zhong Xiong looked along the source of the voice, and found an old man who appeared at the door at some point and sat on the stone chair placed there.

"A person from Daowu Mansion?"

Zhong Xiong's eyes flashed, and he cupped his fists at the old man.

The same is true for the rest of the warriors present, who bowed their hands one after another, and the demon kings under their seats bowed their heads one by one, their bodies trembling.

For monsters, the breath of strong human beings will also make them instinctively surrender and be afraid.

"Align, you only have one hour."

The old man opened his mouth, and the martial artists gathered everywhere nodded, and soon a long line formed.

Zhong Xiong also lined up, amazed in his heart.

Other sects are eager to spend time recruiting students, but Daowufu only gives one hour, that is to say, after one hour, those who are not in the queue must have to wait for the next time.

"What a temper."

Zhong Xiong sighed with emotion, but considering that Daowu House still abides by the traditional recruitment method, the current situation does not seem to be considered a temper tantrum.

Although the line is long, everyone doesn't need to waste too much time. Zhong Xiong noticed that the people in front of the line all took out something for the old man to read. Some of them were paper letters, wooden slips, and some of them belonged to Dao Wufu just like in his hand. Tokens, but the latter are rare.

After about half an hour, it was Zhong Xiong's turn. When he handed over the token Hua Wudao gave him, the old man directly took the token away, and said lightly, "Take the path on the left after entering."

"Yes."

Zhong Xiong cupped his hands to the old man, and when he was about to go in, he heard a voice: "Trash, stop if you have the guts."

Zhong Xiong looked over and found that the young man had stood up at some point and was at the end of the line with an angry expression on his face.

Judging from this posture, with half an hour left, it is destined not to be his turn.

Zhong Xiong shook his head, he didn't pay attention to the other party's words, and raised his foot to enter the arched door.

"Senior, can I apply for a challenge with that trash?"

When the young man saw that Zhong Xiong was about to go in, he was in a hurry, and he went out of the line and clasped his fists at the old man to beg him.

"can."

The old man opened his mouth, which made the young man look happy, and shouted at Zhong Xiong: "Trash, dare you fight me."

After finishing speaking, his cultivation was revealed, and the triple aura of the Yin-Yang realm burst out, staring at Zhong Xiong coldly.

His age looks the same as Zhong Xiong's but only 20 years old, but he has reached the third level of Yin-Yang Realm. This talent is a proper genius in Fenglei City.

It's just that the eyes of the people around are mostly calm, and the people who can receive the recommendation to come to Daowu House are not ordinary people, most of them just look interested, wondering whether Zhong Xiong will fight.

"Senior, if I take up the challenge now, it shouldn't affect my entry into Daowu Mansion, right?"

Zhong Xiong ignored him, and first asked the old man with his hands clasped, and after getting a positive answer from the other party, he looked at the young man with a somewhat helpless look on his face.

"Why, do you want to admit defeat?"

Seeing the helpless look on the other party's face, the young man showed a sneer, but his anger did not diminish by half.

Just now Zhong Xiong humiliated him in public one after another, even if Zhong Xiong admits defeat, he will never let the other party feel better.

"I was thinking, how can a person be such an idiot."

"What did you say!"

The young man's face became even more angry, Zhong Xiong shook his head, pointed at the team and said, "This is outside the Dao Martial Palace, the people who can line up must either be distinguished or have excellent talents. Anyway, not many people are easy to provoke, but You provoke people as soon as you come here, let me ask you, are you an idiot?"

"A guy who can only rely on a long horse to get on the road and get the nomination qualification by chance, is he also qualified to speak boldly in front of me?"

The young man opened his mouth, but seeing Zhong Xiong's smile became even bigger, he said: "That's better than you, an idiot who was dragged by a horse."

"Hahaha."

Many people saw the scene of the young man being dragged by the Qingfeng wolf, and there were smiles on their faces at this moment.

The young man's face turned red, and when he was about to say something more, he heard a voice from the people in line: "You idiot, why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and prove it."

The person who said this was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, Zhong Xiong glanced at him, but did not speak.

"you!"

The young man glanced at the speaker, but at this moment he suddenly came to his senses, and said with a sneer, "Do you think you can delay the time by talking? Go to hell!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed directly towards Zhong Xiong, the power of yin and yang flowed on the palm of his hand, besides black and white, there was also a touch of cyan protruding from it.

At the same time, a sudden gust of wind blew up around Zhong Xiong's body, causing him a little pain.

"Wind?"

With a flash of Zhong Xiong's eyes, Yin and Yang comprehend the potential, but it is difficult to comprehend without sufficient talent, and he can only be stuck in the Yin and Yang state in this life.

Zhong Xiong has not only fought against a warrior in the Yin-Yang realm, but none of them have been able to use their power. Except that Manxue is too strong to be of use to him, the rest have not realized it.

Therefore, this is the first time he has seen the ability of the Yin-Yang Realm to show momentum.

Each posture is different, and the opponent's comprehension of the wind is enough to make his figure lighter and more convenient, and the use of wind attribute martial arts and agility can double or even several times the power.

"Gangfeng Fist!"

The young man shouted in a low voice, the cyan light on his fist became even more intense, he raised his hand and punched out a cyan shadow of the fist, and the blown up wind made the faces of some people present change slightly.

"If you use fists, I will use palms."

Zhong Xiong opened his mouth lightly, raised his hand and waved his palm, a palm print the size of his son-in-law was formed immediately, and accompanied by the roar of the dragon, it ran towards the blue fist shadow.

Da Huang Zhang!
The cyan shadow of the fist collided with the palm print, and the burst of breath spread out like water waves, causing some warriors who approached to retreat quickly.

"boom!"

There was a dragon howling sound from the palm print, and the green fist shadow was beaten to pieces, but the young man, like a gust of wind, dodged Da Huang's palm and headed towards Zhong Xiong.