The domineering words were heard everywhere, and no one before the arena was dissatisfied, because they all knew that Chu Yun did have this strength, otherwise he would not have suddenly won in one fell swoop.

"You..." The corners of the yellow-robed disciple's mouth twitched, and his face was full of embarrassment. Even though he was unwilling, he didn't have the courage to fight again.

Not to mention that the rules don't allow it, even if the rules allow it, he doesn't have the confidence. With Chu Yun's current state and angry appearance, his ending will not be as simple as being knocked out of the ring.

"Forget it, Junior Brother Min, your strength is far from that of Chu Yun. Is it interesting to compete like this?"

"Haha, Junior Brother Min, your arms can't twist your thighs, so you'd better not get into this kind of verbal quarrel with Junior Sister Chu."

"A man can bend and stretch, and even if he fails, he will lose. What's the use of talking about it? It's better to be more open and aboveboard. That will at least make him happy!"

Several fellow disciples stepped forward to comfort the yellow-robed disciple. On the surface, they were doing it for his own good, but in fact, they were using this special way to please Chu Yun.

However, this proud inner sect genius didn't appreciate it. He snorted and ignored the yellow-robed disciple, turned around and walked out of the ring.

"Except for Pang Ning and Chu Yun, the strength of these inner disciples seems to be about the same. Where have the top geniuses gone?"

Jiang Tian glanced at the fighting scenes on each stage with concentration, and couldn't help but frown slightly and feel a little confused.

Since he didn't know much about the situation in the inner sect, and he didn't even know a few inner sect disciples, at this moment he couldn't even tell who were the top geniuses in the inner sect.

Because judging from their actions, there are no overly strong and domineering characters.

But after thinking about it, he guessed the reason!

Although the sect martial arts competition has entered the third round and has passed several rounds, the strength displayed by everyone has not reached too high a level. In this case, the top geniuses do not need to use too strong methods at all.

You can pass it easily.

If it were him, of course it would be the same.

Thinking about the competition with Gao Hanyang just now, Jiang Tian couldn't help but smile leisurely.

Out of the dignity of being the first person in the outer sect, Gao Hanyang quickly left the square after his defeat. Otherwise, if he had witnessed Di Feng being blown away with a single finger, the shock in his heart would have been even stronger.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tian couldn't help but his eyes flashed and his smile faded a bit.

For a character like Gao Hanyang, one failure is actually enough.

After all, his qualifications are there. Once he works hard and cultivates hard under the spur of the shame of defeat, his strength is bound to increase rapidly. When we meet next time, he will never be measured by his current cultivation level.

Rumble!

With a low roar, this round of fighting came to an end.

After a brief drawing of lots, more than 300 disciples who had passed the test competed again on the stage in pairs.

Although all the remaining disciples are not weak in strength, after repeated battles, many of them are still very exhausted. Some of them furrowed their brows and secretly complained, and it seemed that they were almost exhausted.

"Damn it! In the last round, I drew the 26th lottery, but this time I drew the 17th lottery. Why is my luck so bad?" A stout disciple complained in a rough voice, scratching his neck.

"Haha, no matter how bad your luck is, how bad is it for me? In the last round, I was picked No. 355. This time, I got the No. 7 pick. I just got out of the ring and am about to appear again!"

A thin disciple next to him looked at the sign in his hand with a wry smile on his face, not to mention how depressed he was.

Although the opponent drew the No. 17 pick, he appeared earlier in the last round and had actually rested for a while. In comparison, he was much luckier than him.

"What? Hehe, in this case you are indeed much worse off than me!" The stout disciple laughed when he heard this, and the depression in his heart faded a lot.

The thin disciple shook his head and sighed. As he spoke, he swallowed two more pills and forcibly refined them.

But since he was about to appear on stage, these elixirs would definitely not have time to be completely refined. He had no choice but to try his best to deal with his opponents after taking the stage in order to buy precious time for himself to recover his spiritual power.

As soon as he finished speaking, the elders of the sect began to call!

The disciples who had drawn the first few dozen numbers complained one after another, looking at the elder with resentment in his eyes. This voice sounded really annoying to them, almost like a reminder of death.

The stout disciple patted the thin disciple on the shoulder and smiled: "Let's go, it's time for us to appear!"

"Alas! I hope my opponent is not too strong, otherwise I will definitely suffer."

The thin disciple walked towards the ring helplessly, but when he looked up, the corners of his eyes twitched and his face became very ugly.

Standing on the ring was a graceful woman in white, who turned out to be Chu Yun!

"It's over...it's over now!" The thin disciple had a bitter look on his face, and the depression in his heart could not be increased.

At this moment, Chu Yun's beautiful face didn't seem that good-looking, especially those two calm eyes full of coldness, which were more like two cold swords, which made him intimidated.

But there is no other way. Now that I have drawn this lottery, I can only bite the bullet and go to war.

"Junior Sister Chu! The competition is over, I hope Junior Sister...cough, show mercy!" The thin disciple looked embarrassed, timid before fighting.

Chu Yun's eyes were indifferent and she snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and just take action!"

The thin disciple's body stiffened and his heart trembled, but he did not dare to hesitate.

If he was not decisive enough in front of Chu Yun, he might not even have a chance to take action.

"Junior sister Chu, I'm offended!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the lean disciple shouted loudly. The aura around his body suddenly surged, and his body swayed like a dead tree swaying in the strong wind and rushed towards the opponent.

"Wind-breaking golden claws!"

The ear-splitting roar swept through the void with spiritual power, creating ripples. The dead wood-like arms slammed through the air, turning into green claw shadows!

"Hmph!" Chu Yun's pretty face sank slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand to shoot forward from the air.

Boom!

Amidst the dull roar, white palm prints appeared in a flash, instantly shattering the green claw shadow into pieces.

The thin disciple's eyes twitched and he felt something bad. He shook his arms and prepared to use another method. But at this time, Chu Yun had already rushed in front of him. She flipped her palms and flicked her backhand lightly, and the powerful spiritual power was instantly blasted into his face.

Forechest.

"ah……"

Boom!

Amidst the dull roar, the thin disciple spurted blood from his mouth, his feet lifted off the ground and he flew out of the ring with a cry of surprise.

It only took a few breaths from the moment I took action, and the winner of this match has already been decided.

After Chu Yun won the victory, she bowed her hands to the elder and silently walked down the ring. However, she couldn't help but glance at Jiang Tian from the corner of her eye. When she saw that the opponent was watching the competition in another ring attentively, Jiang couldn't help but frown slightly and felt depressed.
Chapter completed!