Peach Fortune Ring

"Okay! Very good!" Feng Jun was trembling with anger, and the next moment, he took a deep breath: "Huang Liang, let me ask you again, do you agree or not!"

"I agree with your sister, get out!" Song Yan said impatiently.

"You're courting death!" Feng Jun's eyes were filled with murderous intent!

"Want to do it? Try it!" Song Yan was not afraid at all: "You live in this courtyard in all directions are my people, if you dare to touch a single hair of my hair, I will make you unable to eat, let alone, Zongmen The precepts are not vegetarian, you can touch me if you have the guts! If you don’t move, you are grandson!"

"……you……!"

Feng Jun was almost driven mad by Song Yan's words, but fortunately he did not lose his mind completely, and said coldly: "Junior Brother Huang, let's wait and see, one day, you will regret what happened today!"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Jun flicked his sleeves heavily, and strode out.

The next morning.

Yanwu Square outside the gate is crowded with people.

The 130 outer disciples who advanced yesterday were re-drawn into groups.

Today, Song Yan got the number 68, which is quite auspicious.

Similarly, the promotion matches for the thirteen groups were played simultaneously.

In the No. [-] ring where Song Yan was, the referee was announcing the competition rules.

"Today's first game is a duel match. The ten of you will be divided into five teams and fight each other. The losers will be eliminated directly!"

As soon as the words fell, the deacon acting as the referee reached into the wooden box, grabbed two number plates, and read: "No. 63 vs. No. 69, come up!"

A man and a woman flew onto the ring, and the fight started after a simple exchange of pleasantries.

It is not easy to stand out from yesterday's competition.

Therefore, the man and the woman fought more than 500 moves to decide the winner.

"No. 61 vs. No. 67, come up!"

This time, No. 61 won.

"No. 68 vs. No. 65, come up!"

Song Yan tapped his right foot lightly on the ground, and jumped onto the three-meter-high ring. His opponent No. 65 did not show weakness, and his figure was like lightning, but he came to the ring one step earlier than him.

"Junior brother Huang has admired his name for a long time, and I'm going to Somo!"

"Brother Su is being polite, I'm Huang Liang!"

"start!"

"it is good!"

There was no suspense in the match. In the fourth move, Song Yan knocked Su Mo off the ring.

Half an hour later, today's first match ended.

After a quarter of an hour rest, the second round continues.

The number plates of the five players were thrown into the wooden box again, but this time, one person will advance directly.

"No. 68 advances directly!"

"Hehe, you're lucky!" Song Yan said with a smile.

The other four were a little envious, and then they divided into two teams and fought one after another.

The third match begins.

As long as one person beats the other two, he will become today's advancer.

Song Yan's strength has an absolute advantage, and it didn't take much time to defeat the two.

After the competition in the No. [-] arena, Song Yan came to the No. [-] arena.

Just happened to meet Feng Yun in the ring.

It has to be said that Feng Yun's strength is really strong, and he defeated an opponent of the same level as him in just three moves. Moreover, Song Yan also saw that he did not try his best.

In the end, Feng Yun got the place to advance to the No. [-] ring.

Tomorrow will be the top ten competition, and it will also be the last day of the outer sect competition.

Therefore, after the game, the outer gate was not calm, and everyone was discussing who could win the first place tomorrow.

Among them, Song Yan and Feng Yun had the highest support rate.

[Author's Digression]: Third watch

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Chapter 597 Meteor Sword

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the Yanwu Square outside the gate.

130 arenas have been dismantled, and in the center of Yanwu Square, a large arena with a height of two feet has risen.

Today's match was hosted and judged by Bi Fang, the head of the outer sect.

Song Yan hadn't seen this person since the entrance exam, and this was the second time.

Bi Fang glanced at the 13 members of Song Yan who were standing under the stage, and said in a deep voice: "Today's competition adopts a point system, and one point will be awarded for each person who wins. The one with the highest points will be the first in the outer sect! Huang Liang, come up!"

"Yes!"

Song Yan flew onto the ring in response.

"Who will challenge Huang Liang first?" Bi Fang looked at the 12 people below.

"I come!"

An extremely handsome man flew onto the ring, it was Dongfang Yulan who formed the Sun Moon Society.

"Junior Brother Huang, I have long wanted to meet you, and today is a good opportunity!"

"I've also heard of Brother Dongfang's name a long time ago, and seeing him today really deserves his reputation!" Song Yan said with a smile.

Dongfang Yulan's face turned cold slightly: "Okay, let's compete in this arena!"

"Please!"