"Now, please ask the first class of the first grade to go forward and draw lots for the competition!" On the rostrum, Vice President Xiong Chu stood up and said.

Huang Xiaolong and Lu Kai went forward to draw lots as they said.

Huang Xiaolong drew No. 4.

Number 4 means that Huang Xiaolong's opponent is the first in Class 4, a young man named Yang Mingwei. Yang Mingwei is already seventeen years old, eight years earlier than Huang Xiaolong, and has reached the late stage of the sixth level.

Late stage of the sixth level!

When Li Lu saw that Huang Xiaolong was actually the fourth one, her face changed.

"Xiaolong, wait, why don't you?" Li Lu looked worried and didn't know how to speak.

"It's okay!" Huang Xiaolong smiled when he heard the words. He knew what Li Lu wanted to say.

After Huang Xiaolong finished speaking, he gave Li Lu a reassuring look, and then slowly walked onto the stage with Yang Mingwei.

When they arrived on the stage, Huang Xiaolong and the others stood still.

Yang Mingwei has a very white skin and looks pretty handsome. He looked at Huang Xiaolong and smiled and said, "Huang Xiaolong, right? I didn't expect that my first opponent would be you. I heard that yesterday, even Jiang Teng, who broke through the fifth level, was almost ruined by your palm! But you are not my opponent yet, so you should take the initiative to admit defeat."

"Is that true?" Huang Xiaolong looked calm, but he could see that Yang Mingwei had no sarcasm. It was because of his "good intention" that he persuaded him to admit defeat.

"Let's take action." Huang Xiaolong looked at the other party and continued.

Yang Mingwei was stunned and then shook his head: "Since you still don't give up, then, I'm taking action now, you have to be careful!" After saying that, the power of fighting energy was released in his body, his body flashed, and he had already arrived in front of Huang Xiaolong and punched Huang Xiaolong in the chest.

Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong raised his hand and punched the Arhat Fist to greet him.

"Boom!" With a sound of silence, Yang Mingwei's body shook and he took a few steps back to stabilize.

Everyone was stunned.

"You, level six? How is that possible?!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief, relaxing his right arm that had just hit Huang Xiaolong, and his right arm trembled slightly, feeling a numbness.

After everyone was stunned, they sucked in a cold air and had a crazy commotion.

"This Huang Xiaolong has actually reached the sixth level! How old is it?!"

"Even Yang Mingwei was shocked by him!"

"This is so evil, so terrifying!"

Even on the rostrum, King Lu Zhe, Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu and others were shocked and could not believe it, especially Sun Zhang, Xiong Chu's eyes widened and his mouth wide, with an extremely exaggerated expression.

Yesterday, Huang Xiaolong defeated Jiang Teng in the square, which shocked Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu, but in the eyes of both of them, Huang Xiaolong was only at the late stage of the fifth level, and at the peak of the late stage. Now, even Yang Mingwei, who was in the late stage of the sixth level, was shocked by Huang Xiaolong with a punch!

What is this concept?!

After being shocked, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu trembled all over and were extremely excited. They even had the urge to rush to Huang Xiaolong to hug Huang Xiaolong.

Just when everyone was shocked, Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang Mingwei and said, "You should use all your strength." Huang Xiaolong could see that Yang Mingwei did not use all his strength just now, otherwise he would not have been able to shock him so easily.

Yang Mingwei stared at Huang Xiaolong, and his previous contempt disappeared completely, and replaced it with solemnity. The attack just now made him know that Huang Xiaolong already had enough strength to be his opponent.

"Okay, I'll take back my previous words." Yang Mingwei said: "You are qualified to be my opponent, Huang Xiaolong, I will use all my strength to fight him, and I also hope you can use all your strength to fight me!"

After Yang Mingwei finished speaking, his whole body shone with light, and a person appeared behind him, a giant wearing red gold armor and sitting cross-legged!

This is Yang Mingwei’s martial soul!

one person!

To be precise, it is an ancient race!

Yang Mingwei's martial soul is an ancient racial martial soul called Wudeng King. According to legend, many races were abandoned by the gods in ancient times, and Wudeng King was one of them.

Race martial souls are also one of the martial souls, and generally speaking, racial martial souls are all advanced martial souls.

Like Yang Mingwei, the immovable Ming King is the top martial soul of level 10.

Of course, in the first grade of the first class, each class has the first place, and generally has first-class or top-notch martial spirits at level 10. Without such talent, it is impossible to win the first place in the class.

Yang Mingwei summoned the Mingwang out of the martial soul, and a golden circle suddenly appeared behind him. His figure flashed and he suddenly punched Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong flashed, and he punched him out, and the two collided.

The fighting spirit is stirring and the airflow is rolling.

This time, Yang Mingwei was still a few steps back by Huang Xiaolong.

When everyone saw this, they were shocked again.

Those who have the martial soul of the Unmoving Mingwang summon the Unmoving Mingwang, whether it is physical strength or defense, are half stronger than those of the same level of strong people. However, Huang Xiaolong can still shake him back. Isn’t Huang Xiaolong’s physical strength stronger than Yang Mingwei? Moreover, Huang Xiaolong has not summoned the martial soul yet.

Huang Xiaolong shook Yang Mingwei back with one punch, flashed, came to the other party's body, and printed it onto the other party's chest with a soft palm.

"Don't move the Mingwang Golden Circle!" Just as Huang Xiaolong's palm seal hit Yang Mingwei's chest, a golden light flashed in Yang Mingwei's eyes. The golden circle behind him suddenly shone, and it continued to rotate around him, forming a defensive circle. The Huang Xiaolong's palm seal hit the golden Circle, as if it hit the strong iron wall.

"You can't break my defense!" Yang Mingwei looked at Huang Xiaolong and said, "Only the seventh level can break my immovable Mingwang Golden Circle!"

Don’t move the Mingwang Golden Circle!

This is Yang Mingwei's natal soul skill after the transformation of his martial soul.

After Yang Mingwei faced the enemy and used the Unmoved Mingwang Golden Circle, with his current strength, he could only break his defense at the seventh level.

"Can't break it open?" Huang Xiaolong's face was indifferent: "Not necessarily!" After saying that, the palm printed on Yang Mingwei's chest suddenly pressed forward, and a fearful feminine force suddenly rushed into Yang Mingwei's body through the unmoving Mingwang golden circle.

Yang Mingwei's eyes widened, his body shook, and he retreated continuously until he retreated to the edge of the stage, and blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

When everyone on the stage saw this, they were in an uproar.

"You, what kind of fighting skills are you? You can actually break my Unmoving Mingwang Golden Circle!" Yang Mingwei said incredible.

This is the terrifying thing about Mian Palm. Even if you hit the Mian Palm through the two walls, you can knock the opponent away, and the wall is nothing.

Huang Xiaolong did not answer, his figure flashed again, came to the other side, and slapped it out again. Yang Mingwei was shocked. Just when he was about to dodge, he was slapped by Huang Xiaolong's palm, and his figure flew backwards and fell to the audience.

Yang Mingwei was defeated!

Everyone looked at Yang Mingwei who fell from the stage and didn't react for a long time. After a while, there was an uproar and Yang Mingwei actually lost! Moreover, Huang Xiaolong won so easily that he didn't even summon his martial soul.
Chapter completed!