Supreme Mad God

Chapter 602 Powerful Iron Battle

The first round of the competition has been determined, it is the West Palace, against the North Palace!

The Lord of the West Palace, Ximen Leopard, looks more than ten years older than Beigong Xingyuan, about forty years old. Of course, his actual age is not only in his forties!

This guy has become the Palace Master of the West Palace for over a hundred years!

Beigong Xingyuan has only been the Palace Master of Beigong for more than ten years!

Ximen Bao looked at Beigong Xingyuan, smiled and said: "Beigong Xingyuan, I hope that this year, your prospective disciples of Beigong, don't let me down, otherwise, I may eliminate you all again! "

"Don't worry, I will not disappoint you!" Bei Gong Xingyuan said lightly.

"I hope so!" Ximen Leopard smiled, but there was a flash of disdain in his eyes!

In the competitions in the past few years, Beigong has failed every time. He feels that this time, Beigong will also fail, because he is completely clear about the strength of the prospective disciples in the Beigong!

He had already quietly investigated in advance!

The two guardians of the Supreme Demon Palace have already announced at this time that the competition has officially begun!

Ximen Leopard smiled proudly, then waved his hand, and saw that one of the prospective disciples of the West Palace, majestic, stepped onto the test stage. This guy is in his early twenties. He is extremely burly and looks like a strength type. opponent!

"Tie Zhan!" The disciple reported his name.

Bei Gong Xingyuan also waved his hand, and suddenly, a disciple from Bei Gong's side came up!

This disciple's name is Zhao Jia!

Ximen Bao turned to look at Bei Gong Xingyuan, and said proudly, "Beigong Xingyuan, on my side, I only need to fight this person, and I can defeat all twenty of your disciples, do you believe it?!"

"I don't believe it!" Bei Gong Xingyuan snorted coldly: "That iron battle can't be that strong!"

"Wait and you'll find out!" Ximen Bao said proudly: "This time, in the team battle, I, Xigong, will definitely be the first, and will get the most, the allocation of various resources!"

"I hope so!" Bei Gong Xingyuan said lightly.

He still wants to get the first place, is it so easy? You know, these years, the strongest is Donggong!

On the competition stage, the referee announced loudly: "The competition begins!"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Bei Gong Xingyuan suddenly felt the figure in front of him flickering, and the iron battle had turned into an afterimage, reaching Zhao Jia's eyes, and then, the fist attacked like lightning!

Zhao Jia was about to condense his vitality, and the fist of Tie Zhan had already hit Zhao Jia's chest heavily!

"Bang!"

"what!"

A heavy crash, accompanied by a scream, Zhao Jia, has already flew out, flying more than ten meters, and then fell heavily to the ground!

One move lost!

Bei Gong Xingyuan's face suddenly became extremely ugly!

"What a fast speed!" He turned his head and looked at Ximen Leopard: "I didn't expect that among your preparatory disciples, someone could cultivate to such a terrifying speed, although only the strength of the third level of Wujun, but At this speed, among the Martial Lords, I am afraid that there are not many opponents!"

"Hey, he is the weakest one among the people I picked out!" Ximen Leopard smiled and said proudly: "Beigong Xingyuan, how is it, this time, you should know that you, Bei Gong, still have to You've been eliminated!"

"Not necessarily!" Bei Gong Xingyuan gritted his teeth, but his heart was full of sadness!

That Tie Zhan's speed, strength, plus the power of his fists, are already very powerful. Among Bei Gong's preparatory disciples, it seems that those who can defeat Tie Zhan are really hard to find!

As the referee announced his name, Bei Gong, the second preparatory disciple, came to power!

Still a trick!

Tie Zhan was very easy, and the second preparatory disciple of Bei Gong was also directly sent flying. The terrifying speed really occupied an absolute advantage!

"Hey!"

Beigong Xingyuan,

I couldn't help but sighed heavily in my heart!

Originally, he thought that on his side of the North Palace, this time in the team competition, no matter how bad his side was, he should be able to win the second place. Who knows, this first game will be such a series of defeats!

If things go on like this, Bei Gong will probably be at the bottom again this year!

Cultivation resources have been reduced again and again, and if things go on like this, whether it is Beigong or Beigong Xingyuan itself, it will be greatly affected in practice!

His eyes, involuntarily, fell on Tang Long: "It seems that I can only look at him!"

Bei Gong Xian'er was also looking at Tang Long.

Of course she can't sit next to Tang Long now. She knows that this will definitely bring some trouble to Tang Long. She only hopes that the current Tang Long can quietly improve his strength in the Temple of Heaven!

Then, she's going to make her bad guy a blockbuster!

"This bad guy, among these prospective disciples, will definitely not fail!" Bei Gong Xian'er was full of confidence!

Next to Bei Gong Xian'er, Ning Xiang'er was already worried!

The warriors on the North Palace side, whether they are the founder of the mountain, or the founder of the mountain, all of them are decadent at this time, especially the expressions of the founders of the mountain, all of them look very sad!

The preparatory disciples of the North Palace are these masters who are in charge of teaching!

They are to blame for the poor performance of the preparatory disciples!

The next competition is basically one-sided. On Bei Gong's side, of the nineteen preparatory disciples, there is no one who can stop Tie Zhan's move, whether it is Tie Zhan's speed or Tie Zhan's punch. The power is too tyrannical!

One punch one!

A total of nineteen punches were thrown in the iron battle, and nineteen of the preparatory disciples on Bei Gong's side fell!

At this time, above the stand, the palace masters of the West Palace, the Nangong Palace, and the East Palace all turned their heads to look at Beigong Xingyuan, and there was a hint of ridicule in their eyes!

In previous years, the North Palace, no matter how bad it was, would not be so miserable!

This year, is it so bad? !

Those two, the guardians from the Supreme Demon Palace, looked at Bei Gong Xingyuan's eyes with a hint of anger!

One of them stared at Bei Gong Xingyuan and said solemnly: "What the hell is going on with you, the palace lord, how can it be so bad? Tens of thousands of preparatory disciples with outstanding talents, even a single talent can't be cultivated. come out?!"

"I,"

Bei Gong Xingyuan has a hard word!

In the past three years, Beigong's resources have become less and less, and, in order to change the situation of Beigong, Beigong Xingyuan has allocated most of the resources to higher-level, outer disciples and inner disciples. Sect disciple, after all, if you win the promotion competition between outer sect disciple and inner sect disciple, you will get more benefits!

Of course, Bei Gong Xingyuan is not without good training of these preparatory disciples!

It's just that he didn't expect that this year, the strength of Nishinomiya's preparatory disciples was so strong that in one iron battle, he would defeat all nineteen people on his side with one move!

The preparatory disciple on the Nishinomiya side is the last one left!

This person is Tang Long!

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