Martial Immortal Inheritance System

　　 A punch, just a punch, and a rookie of the Divine Sea Realm who has made it to the top sixteen is knocked out of the ring by Zhang Yunhao!

　　 "Little Overlord, Little Overlord, Little Overlord..."

　　 There was cheers around, and Zhang Yunhao walked down the ring blankly. If it was before, he would be interested in enjoying the feeling of worshipping by thousands of people, but because of Gongsun Hao, he has been in a bad mood recently.

　　 "Fortunately, you were in a good mood when you fought with me that day, otherwise I guess I would be like the poor guy."

　　Zhao Xiaojian looked at Zhang Yunhao who came by and smiled. Zhang Yunhao said solemnly: "Don't be scornful, you can at least get one more punch!"

　　 Zhao Xiaojian, Han Yue and others all laughed, and then everyone sat in the contestant stand, preparing to watch the next game.

　　 According to the rules of the Rookie Tournament, today’s sixteen players have to decide the double strongest in the finals. I don’t know if it’s specially arranged by the organizer. Zhang Yunhao and Ba Dao are separated. If they want to play, they can only enter the finals!

　　 Not mentioning other people's matches, it didn't take long for Tyrant Sword to come on stage. His popularity was much higher than that of Zhang Yunhao, a newcomer, and he came up with cheers like a tsunami.

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　Jin Rong obviously enjoyed this highly anticipated feeling. He opened his hands on the ring and laughed, his grandeur and grandeur made the cheers more enthusiastic.

　　 Jin Rong’s opponent is the Ming Feng of Tianquan Sect. His popularity is not bad, but it is nothing compared to Jin Rong. Fortunately, he has a good temperament and has not been affected.

　　 When the cheers stopped, Jin Rong said loudly to Ming Feng: "Brother Ming, before the fight, I want to say sorry."

　　 Mingfeng was surprised: "Why?"

　　 "Because I want to beat you as fast as possible!"

　　 Jin Rong said domineeringly: "Some boring people always like to compare me with someone who doesn't know the so-called. Now I want to let everyone know that the champion will only be me, Domineering!"

　　 Such a domineering declaration made fierce cheers resounded around again!

　　 "Big brother, he is provoking you."

　　 In the contestant's seat, Xia Xue said indignantly, Zhang Yunhao smiled and said, "That's good, I won't have to be modest tomorrow, I can blow him down with a punch."

　　 Everyone laughed, and they were very confident in Zhang Yunhao.

"Ok?"

　　 Ming Feng on the ring frowned, and then coldly snorted: "If Brother Jin has this ability, just come, we who are practicing martial arts, look at martial arts, not face!"

　　 "Then I'm welcome, the water wave strikes!"

　　 Jin Rong grinned, and the thick long knife around his waist came out of its sheath, and the knife slashed like lightning, but there was a feeling that the flood was raging and could not be stopped.

　　 "Good domineering will, stronger than some of the predecessors who understand the will in the division, Black Mountain punches!"

　　 Mingfeng's complexion changed drastically, and he tried his best to control his infuriating energy, punching out like a mountain, but because of the opponent's will, he couldn't even exert 70% of his strength.

　　Mingfeng's strength was not as good as Jin Rong's, not to mention using only seven layers of strength, so of course, his fist strength was completely destroyed, and then he flew off the ring with a scream.

　　 It was just a stab, and Ming Feng, one of the seven, was beaten down by Jin Rong. All the audience were shocked, and there was a loud cheering!

　　 "Hahaha!"

　　 Jin Rong raised his knife and laughed, and at the same time looked provocatively at Zhang Yunhao below. Zhang Yunhao shook his head, completely disregarded, would an elephant put the provocation of a jackal in his eyes?

　　 "Is the tyrant sword so strong?"

Zhang Yunhao didn't take it to heart, but Zhao Xiaojian and the others were shocked. Zhao Xiaojian couldn't help but said, "Brother Zhang, it seems that you have a strong enemy. Jin Rong's water wave knife technique has been sublimated to another level under the influence of his care. ."

　　 "His domineering intention is good. It should be realized after watching many floods. However, compared to me, I am the strongest."

　　 Zhang Yunhao said lightly, Xia Xue on the side thought of something, and said excitedly: "Ba Dao has performed so well, there will surely be many people who will overpower him to win, so your odds will be higher for Big Brother."

　　 Zhao Xuan looked sad: "No matter how tall it is, it can't be ten times higher than the captain. It's a pity that I didn't trust the captain at that time, otherwise it is estimated that I can afford even the level weapons."

　　 Zhao Xiaojian was surprised. He was surprised at Zhang Yunhao's bet and at the attitude of these people towards Zhang Yunhao. How could they trust him so much? The tyrant smashed Ming Feng with just one stab!

　　 "It's okay, I've been taken advantage of, you want to make a fortune, remember to seize the opportunity."

　　 Hanyue said suddenly, everyone looked up and saw Situ Hongzheng bringing Situ Zhiyun over with excitement.

　　 Situ Hong laughed: "Han Yue, do you see how strong the Tyrannical Sword is? You will soon lose your identity in the Demon League!"

　　 Situ Zhiyun also arrogantly said: "You still want me to be your maid, are you worthy? Don't cry tomorrow."

　　 Hanyue didn't bother to pay attention to them, but Xia Xue saw the opportunity and said with disdain: "Do you think the tyrant can win? He is defeated. If UU reading www.uukānshu.com is not convinced, bet with me!"

　　 "People from the elixir door? Your pill is good, what are you betting on?"

　　 Situ Hong was full of confidence in Tyrant Sword, and naturally he would not refuse anyone, so he quickly took out his treasured 500-year-old elixir and Xia Xue gamble, making Xia Xue a smile and making a lot of money.

　　 Zhao Xiaojian couldn't help but secretly asked Zhang Yunhao: "Brother Zhang, are you really confident?"

　　 "Jin Rong understood the meaning, how do you know I didn't understand it?"

Zhang Yunhao said lightly, Zhao Xiaojian's eyes lit up, and then he began to figure out how much property he had, planning to take a good gamble, maybe the ground-level weapons would be available—ground-level weapons were used by innate masters, and the worst was 500,000. More than two!

　　 Not to mention these for the time being, then Zhang Yunhao and Ba Dao went to the ring twice again, both of which quickly resolved their opponents and kept the cheers in the arena.

　　 However, compared to Zhang Yunhao, the audience is more optimistic about Badao. This can also be seen from the odds. Now Zhang Yunhao's odds are much higher than Badao.

　　 Of course, in any case, tomorrow is definitely a battle, everyone is looking forward to it.

　　 Early the next morning, the stadium was full of seats. Everyone was waiting for the start of the duel. Even Zhang Yunhao's cheap master, Nangongyu, quietly came to the VIP room to watch the battle with a great white-haired master.

　　 "Nangongyu, do you dare to gamble again today?"

　　 The great white-haired master provoked, and Nangongyu couldn't help but smile and said, "How dare you? Although that's just my named disciple, but I have confidence in him, Mr. Jin, your grandson is afraid that you will lose."

　　 The white-haired grandmaster is Jin Rong’s grandfather. He snorted and said, “Who wins and who loses will soon know, and my grandson will not let me down!”