But then again, with their mentality, even if they can find an ideal opponent, what's the use of winning one or two games?

Can they block the challenges from other sects and win ten games in a row to become the champions?

Haha, the possibility is obviously unlikely!

They don't even have the courage to face Bai Siong, and they want to win ten games in a row to advance to the next round. It's ridiculous to think about it.

You know, Bai Song is not very famous among the inner sect, and his strength is not even as good as Di Feng, and even someone like Di Feng is not the top figure in the inner sect.

From this, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of challenges and pressure every inner disciple will face if he wants to become a champion!

"Bai Siong, don't be too happy too soon. Just because they don't dare to challenge you doesn't mean we don't dare either!"

"Humph, you are so confident just after winning two games. I think you are happy too early!"

The sarcastic words suddenly rang out, and several inner disciples came leisurely and looked at Bai Siong on the ring coldly, with disdain on their faces.

"Well! What did you say?" Bai Siong's face darkened, and his eyes flashed with sharpness.

Having just won two games in a row, he had already seen the hope of becoming the champion. When he heard the opponent's provocative words, he couldn't help but become furious, and his face was so gloomy that he almost dripped with water.

He was no stranger to these two disciples, and could even be said to be very familiar with them. He didn't have a very good relationship with him on weekdays, but he had never fought against them before.

It seems that this time the sects compete in martial arts, the other party will take the initiative to challenge.

"Huang Hui, Tu Lang, you two are talking too much, aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

Bai Siong scolded angrily, a cold light flashing between his brows.

"Haha, we may not be sure about others, but if we challenge you, we are still very hopeful." Huang Hui shook his yellow robe, shook his head and smiled.

"What's very promising? I think it's just a matter of fact that I have the winning ticket in hand!" Tu Lang's face darkened, his thick black eyebrows twitched, and the two copper bell-like eyes on the slightly dark face glowed with a cold light like a beast.

, it looks heart-stopping.

"Hahahaha! You are so arrogant. Since you are so confident, come on up!"

Bai Siong waved his hand and shouted coldly.

"Junior Brother Tu, do you come first or should I come first?" Huang Hui, a disciple in yellow robe, frowned slightly and glanced at the disciple in green robe beside him.

"Whatever! It doesn't matter who goes first and who comes last. Anyway, we two will inevitably have a fight later!"

Tu Lang grinned, not caring about this. The implication was very obvious. It seemed that Huang Hui would be able to eliminate Bai Siong, and the next competition would be between the two of them.

"Well, in this case I will do my part."

Huang Hui obviously didn't care much about this. He jumped onto the ring in a flash and looked at Bai Siong with arrogance. The aura around his body rose rapidly, showing a tyrannical pressure.

Bai Siong was scorned by the two of them, and she had already suppressed her anger. As soon as she saw the other party on stage, she took the initiative and launched an attack without saying a word.

"Huang Hui, you will know my strength soon and regret what you just said!"

Bai Siong's figure swayed, and he swooped out with a ball of white wind. He crossed his arms suddenly, and two dazzling white lights formed a "cross" shaped spiritual power and rushed out.

Boom!

Huang Hui stepped hard with his right foot, causing the entire arena to shake. At the same time, a tyrannical force quickly poured into his right arm from bottom to top.

With this huge force, he shook his right arm and blasted out. With a booming sound, a ball of yellow light suddenly exploded in front of him, which was extremely dazzling!

The dull roar carried the spiritual power and scattered wildly, covering half of the arena. The tyrannical fluctuations of spiritual power turned into violent winds and swept away, shocking many viewpoint disciples.

"Hiss! Huang Hui is stronger than Jing Tong!"

"I'm afraid Bai Siong is not sure now, right?"

"It's hard to say, Bai Siong has won two games in a row!"

Many of the disciples watching the battle started talking and stared at the fight between the two sides with wide eyes.

I saw Bai Siong's figure swaying, and the white spiritual power surrounding his body instantly swayed out, and without any explanation, it wrapped around Huang Hui.

"Hiss! What kind of method is this?"

"Bai Siong actually has such ability?"

"What exactly is this technique?"

Many spectators looked horrified and shocked.

Before this, Bai Siong's attacks had always been famous for their fierceness and strength, but the method shown at this moment was completely different from the past. The white spiritual power actually swept out like a dense bundle of silk threads, and a burst of After coiling, Huang Hui was tightly bound, making it impossible for him to break free!

"That's unreasonable!"

After all, Huang Hui was also a genius in the inner sect, so he couldn't help but become furious when he saw this situation.

His face darkened, and the aura around his body suddenly surged, and a dazzling yellow light rose up from his body and attacked the white spiritual power like a thread with tyrannical force.

Boom... boom!

There was a dull roar, and the white spiritual energy that was tightly wrapped around him was forced to expand.

Huang Hui's heart relaxed and his face lit up with joy, and he was about to step out, but at the same time, Bai Siong on the opposite side swung his arms wildly and took advantage of the situation to launch an intensive attack.

Rumble!

Bai Siong shouted sternly, swinging his arms like windmills, whistling like wind, and streaks of white spiritual light came like a torrential rain, making Huang Hui unable to think straight for a moment, and his face became stiff with anger and he cursed loudly.

"That's unreasonable! Bai Siong, is this your strength? You're so damn despicable!"

"Hmph! What is this if not strength? I didn't use any magic weapon, is there a problem?"

Of course Bai Siong didn't take it seriously, because this was a special ancestral technique he practiced, specially created for his special bloodline, called "Thousand Silk Silkworm Kung Fu".

Once entangled by the "silk threads" transformed by his spiritual power, even those at the same level as the Mysterious Realm would have a hard time breaking free, and with just a moment's delay, he would be able to take the opportunity to launch a fierce attack and completely defeat the opponent.

This was indeed the case. Before the words could be heard, Bai Siong's spiritual power surged and he punched out with both fists.

At the same time, Huang Hui finally used his spiritual power to break free from the entanglement of the white "silk thread" and jumped into the air, ready to fight back.

Boom!

However, with a violent roar, two balls of white light suddenly shot out, hitting his chest without any explanation.

Waves of spiritual power that were pitiful to the naked eye suddenly scattered in all directions, knocking him out of the ring directly into the air.

"Ah...damn it! This is unreasonable!"

Huang Hui's face was extremely ugly, and he was so angry that he cursed angrily.

He had only used nine out of ten of his abilities, but had not yet fully displayed them. He was defeated in such an embarrassment, which made him furious and furious. He wanted to rush to the ring and beat Bai Siong hard.
Chapter completed!