Inside and outside the ring, there was a moment of loss of voice.

What else can I say if my own person hasn't had a sneak attack?

It’s shameless to steal chickens and lose rice without stolen.

"I admit defeat." The opponent who was lying on the ring raised one hand and said hoarsely with pain. Knowing that his ribs were broken and he had no power to fight again, it would be better to admit defeat and go to see a doctor quickly.

Zhu Yilang narrowed his eyes and said grimly, "Then get out."

"Okay." The opponent was about to get up and leave the ring in a mess.

"I'll let you get out!" Zhu Yilang suddenly kicked up. The opponent screamed and flew out of the ring. If it weren't for the people around the ring that caught him, he might have fallen to death.

"If you say a sneak attack, you will attack; if you say you admit defeat, you will admit defeat. I think I am a dead person." Zhu Yilang sneered proudly.

The ring was suddenly filled with anger. There were a few apprentices who looked strong and were about to climb up while holding the rope.

"Fuck it!" Hu Zongjia saw his carefully selected apprentice admit defeat and was kicked seriously and seriously injured. He cursed and stood up and was about to go over.

Cang Kui grabbed him and said in a deep voice: "You gave Jin Zun an excuse when you came on stage, don't be impulsive."

Hu Zongjia said angrily: "I have fallen on the ring, admit defeat, and still make heavy moves. This violates the rules of the game and is a great disrespect to Wude."

Cang Kui said: "Can you catch it when Jin Zun takes action?"

Hu Zongjia shouted: "Then let him be so arrogant?"

Yang Xiucai suddenly smiled sinisterly and said, "The people's hearts are available, and the people are angry. We should not come forward, it depends on how they deal with it."

In a blink of an eye, two people rushed to the ring. Zhu Yilang glanced at Jin Zun sitting under the ring. Jin Zun had no expression on his face, and Zhu Yilang immediately understood and took his eyes back.

Zhu Yilang kicked behind him with a very concealed movement. An apprentice who had just rushed behind him suddenly screamed and bent down. He reached out and grabbed the apprentice who was attacking and threw it out of the ring.

Zhu Yilang was like a violent and flexible black bear, rushing around the ring. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, screams and broken bones were heard one after another like a symphony. Zhu Yilang took action repeatedly, and the apprentices of Changqing Martial Arts Hall spilled blood on the spot.

In a short period of time, Zhang Qingyang estimated that six people had been thrown out of the ring. Two of them had their legs broken, and one had their arms broken.

The wailing sound gradually became the main theme in the noisy sound.

Under the perception of the bridge of the soul, the ring almost became an ocean of anger, rushing towards Zhu Yilang one after another.

The strong fiery red faintly reveals a hint of blackness.

The strong fiery red erosion also became stronger, and it quickly extended along the bridge of the soul towards the part of the inner universe.

As before, every time you advance a short distance, the strong fiery red will remove some of the impurity shells, and the remaining part will be richer, purer, and smaller.

In waves of anger, it seemed that the fire red was constantly providing energy, which actually made the fire red burn from the outer universe to the inner universe.

Even though it is only a very small ball, it has become a red flame that cannot be ignored on the bridge.

The fire burned the entire bridge of the soul, leaving a small beating flame on the bridgehead.

Zhang Qingyang looked nervously, and the red on the entire bridge of soul suddenly shrank, like a red horse, all blending into the small flame.

The originally lively little flame suddenly stopped beating. Through the flames on the outer layer, the bright red inside kept rotating, condensed and repelling each other, as if something was brewing.

Zhang Qingyang forgot the fierce battle on the ring for a moment and "stared" at the little flame with all his attention.

The small flame should also be constantly producing huge consumption while brewing. It consumes too much energy and gradually loses its vitality, and looks like it is about to "wither".

This made Zhang Qingyang stunned, but suddenly a flash of inspiration in his mind. Zhang Qingyang urged the bridge of the soul to actively absorb the anger that "rolled" around him.

Zhang Qingyang felt that anger was probably also a kind of mental power, otherwise it would not be absorbed by the bridge of the soul.

Anger can actually inject energy into the little flame. The original "dying" state gradually recovers with the input of anger and gives people a full feeling.

After this small flame came alive, it took the initiative to absorb the anger sent by the bridge of the soul. With the swallowing of the small flame, the bridge's efficiency in attracting anger suddenly increased.

The small flame swallowed in big mouthfuls, but the body was shrinking, gradually forming a small egg-shaped shape, with circles of red light shining on the surface of the egg.

"Stop!" A thunderous shout awakened Zhang Qingyang who was immersed in the inner universe.

Cang Kui's eyes were red, as if an angry beast had chosen people to eat.

The angry crowd in the martial arts hall stopped by Cang Kui's reprimand. Zhu Yilang sneered and shook the blood on the back of his hand. It didn't matter anyway, and with Jin Zun covering him, he was not afraid of the other party getting angry.

Zhang Qingyang looked around and the ring was filled with sorrow. In this moment, Zhu Yilang injured more than ten martial arts apprentices.

"Is this guy so strong now? He is several times stronger than when he was competing for the coaching quota with Li Congjun before." Zhang Qingyang was secretly alert in his heart, "It seems that the other party has not been idle during this period and is also improving."

Zhang Qingyang didn't know that the rebellious Zhu Yilang was also willing to accept Jin Zun's arrangement because he was unexpectedly defeated in the battle with Li Congjun. He watched Zhang Qingyang make rapid progress every day and was stimulated. During this period, he also practiced the combat skills tailored for him by Jin Zun, and fully utilized his strange power, including speed and agility.

This was the shocking performance in the battle.

Cang Kui took a deep breath and suppressed his anger and said, "Old Jin, you will win this game. Substitution!"

Jin Zun said concisely: "Okay."

He looked at Zhang Qingyang and said, "The ring has been warmed up, and next is your last lesson."

Everyone in the martial arts apprentices around the ring had fierce anger hidden in their eyes. Zhang Qingyang thought to himself that this was preheating? Who told him to preheat? Look at those fierce eyes like beasts, it will be dead!

Zhang Qingyang stood up silently, took a deep breath, his eyes gradually calmed down and showed some excitement for the exam.

Zhu Yilang walked down the ring with a gaze and passed by him. He grinned his teeth and maliciously emerged from his teeth.

Cang Kui stared at the relatively thin young man on the ring and said to his left and right: "This game is a win but not a defeat. Lao Yang, you are responsible for this game."

"Mr. Cang," Hu Zongjia protested, "this little guy is obviously much easier to deal with."

Yang Xiucai laughed and said, "Old Hu, you just take it for granted. He must have a special point when he can appear here with Jin Zun. You can't just look at the surface, but you have to speculate and analyze."

Cang Kui also nodded and said, "Old Yang is right, Zong Jia, you are watching."

Cang Kui also looked at Yang Xiucai, but Hu Zongjia could only admit defeat. He snorted coldly, kept silent, and said in his heart: "Single, let's see how embarrassing you in a while."
Chapter completed!