Chapter Seventy-two We Are All of Barbarian Surname

  Chapter 72 is done, I'm going to change and collect, recommendation votes~

  Before he knew it, three days had passed and Mo Tianyi was at the Li Feng Plaza early in the morning with his brothers Mo Zhu and Xiong Yue, as well as Bai Xian'er.

  At this time, it was already crowded with people, and all the disciples of Xiaoguzong's four peaks had gathered here! In the center of the square, there were thirty huge arenas, and on the stone steps, the high-level officials of Xiaoguzong also arrived one after another.

  "Man Tian, I hope your priority is getting the quota and not helping me take revenge! At this moment, I have recovered, and one day, I will be able to avenge myself personally!" Man Tian was about to walk towards the center of the square when he was caught by Man Zhu. Man Zhu looked at him with a serious expression.

  Feeling Mo Zhu's gaze, Mo Tian slightly trembled and his heart warmed up. He nodded slightly and patted Mo Zhu's shoulder. Bai Xian'er hesitated for a moment before taking out five bottles of elixirs. "Mo Tian brother, take these few elixirs! This one recovers the power of blood vessels, these three recover physical injuries, and this one stimulates the source of blood vessels!"

  Man Tian glanced at Bai Xian'er, hesitated for a moment, put away the elixir, and prepared to compete for the top spot. Since other disciples would stop at nothing, Man Tian naturally needed to be prepared as well. With gratitude, he glanced at Bai Xian'er before turning around and entering the arena.

  At this time, the sixty-six disciples who had passed the second round of assessment had all arrived at the center!

  "The third round of competition, free challenge! A maximum of ten people, a minimum of one person! Ranked by the number of people and victories! The top sixteen will pass through the third round assessment! Remember! No matter how injured you are, if someone challenges you must fight back. However, if you cannot fight again, you can directly admit defeat." Kualie said with a sweep of his gaze over the sixty-six disciples.

  Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, free to challenge each other, this is fairer than deciding the outcome one-on-one. After all, some disciples are unlucky and can only be defeated by a strong opponent even if they have the strength to get eight places! But this free challenge is different, but the sentence after "crazy crack" made Man Tian and others feel a sudden gloom in their hearts, and the surrounding disciples were even more puzzled.

  "The third round of contention begins!" Kui Lie said calmly and sat down cross-legged.

  "Barbaric Heaven, I challenge you!" Barbaric Heaven was pondering who to challenge first when he heard Warfield's words. He turned his head and saw that the black-armored Warfield was staring at him with a fierce battle intent.

  The barbarian's gaze slightly swept over the Red Dragon, and after a moment of contemplation, he nodded slightly.

  "You! Come with me to the arena!" Gu Tu was about to challenge Man Tian, but was preempted by Zhan Ye. At this moment, he also sensed a gaze fixed on himself. Gu Tu's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at this Quan Ti Seventh Rank disciple, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes! With his Second Rank Quan Ti facing off against a Seventh Rank Quan Ti, it was almost a crushing defeat, but things had already come to this point, and he could only grit his teeth and walk up onto the arena.

  It's not just Gu Tu, even other disciples who have achieved fifth-grade Tempering are being challenged by seventh-grade Tempering! At this point, every victory is crucial in determining whether they can enter the fourth round of assessment! They will naturally put aside all dignity and challenge disciples with lower grades than themselves.

  "A person's life is full of countless challenges! I must say, you are the one who makes me feel the most threatened since I started my journey and among all my fellow cultivators! This time, our battle will be fair!" On the arena, Zhan Ye gazed at Man Tian Dao with a serious expression, then took off his black armor, revealing a white robe underneath.

  The barbarian gazed at the still untamed battlefield, pondered for a moment, then took off his armor and put it into his storage bag. A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said, "I'm really looking forward to our first battle! And I won't let you down!"

  "Please!" Wara no longer said anything, stretched out his right hand and slightly bowed.

  "Please!" The two of them moved at the same time, before the word had even fallen. One was a white silver like a vast starry sky, one was a cyan bronze like molten gold, and in an instant they intertwined together.

  "Boom!" A massive collision shook the air, as Mo Tian and Zhan Ye's attacks pounded against each other like a torrential downpour, their movements so fast that they were almost invisible to the disciples.

  The collision of flesh and flesh, the intertwining of strength and strength, like the reverberation of ten thousand thunderbolts! The Barbarian Heaven unleashed its full power, with the mighty fist imbued with the power of blood and origin, surging forth in a torrent! Each punch landed on the Warfield's body would create ripples like waves, while the Warfield's attack speed was extremely fast, so fast that the Barbarian Heaven had no way to defend against it!

  This kind of battle is a contest of pure strength, defense and martial skills! Only this kind of battle can reveal one's true abilities.

  The disciples watching the battle saw Mo Tian and Zhan Ye fighting, each one was shocked beyond measure! To think that they would be challenged by others at any moment next! At this time, if they were to exert all their strength, how could they face the next challenge?

  "These two are either crazy or stupid! However, their strength is amazing!"

  "This is the true battle of the barbarians!! A clash of flesh and blood! Such a fight, it makes one's blood boil!"

  "The struggle for quota is a coexistence of strength and wisdom, if it goes on like this, both of them will inevitably suffer!"

  "I think those two are just a pair of useless trash! They know they can't defeat Yuan Zheng, Zhan Xiong and other seven-product tempering body brothers!"

  Many disciples expressed their heartfelt feelings, but they all had to admire the two men's courage and strength!

  On the stone steps.

  "The young Kogon's move has given me too many surprises, this kid is not bad either! Whether it's power or combat skills, they've all been brought to the extreme!" The simple old man gazed at the wildly attacking battlefield and sighed.

  "If so, what's coming next will surprise you even more!" Luo Lao said with a calm smile.

  The handsome young man sitting in the simple rear actually had a hint of battle intent in his eyes.

  "Boom! Boom!" Two loud explosions suddenly erupted, and both Mantian and Zhan Ye retreated to the edge of the arena. Mantian's face turned pale as he stared at Zhan Ye in shock, discovering that Zhan Ye had withstood the "Tongbi" without suffering any major injuries!!! Zhan Ye's physical body was incredibly strong!!!

  At the moment when Mantian was slightly surprised, Zhanye stroked his violently trembling chest, suppressing the surging of blood and energy in his thoracic cavity. He raised his head to look at Mantian, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "What a strong power! However, Mantian, this power is still not enough to make me lose! Use your Bloodline Origin! Use your true power! Otherwise, the one who will be defeated must be you."

  Although Zhan Ye was a Bronze Bloodline, he didn't know which race he belonged to. His defensive and strength abilities were not inferior to those of the White Silver Bloodline! Upon hearing Zhan Ye's words, Man Tian was slightly surprised and a hint of his original battle intent against Lei Yun rose up in his heart. Man Tian said in a low voice, "Whether or not I can use the source of my bloodline depends on whether you can force out my true strength!"

  "Since that's the case! Then, I'll be waiting with bated breath!" As soon as Warfield's words fell, his body suddenly appeared in front of Man Tian. At this moment, his muscles were bulging all over, his body reached seven feet tall, and his whole body was emitting a wild and fierce aura. In the instant he stretched out his right hand, Man Tian's mouth slightly curled up, and the dragon-shaped great slash struck out instantly.

  "Boom!!" A deafening explosion shook the air, and both Warfield and Bantian flew backward again, retreating to the edge of the arena. Bantian's expression was extremely solemn as he withstood Warfield's punch, his entire skeletal system buzzing and trembling.

  "It's useless! Mo Tian, our powers are almost equal, you can't defeat me! Because we both have the surname 'Mo'." Zhan Ye smiled mysteriously, his eyes burning with a fierce battle intent as he stared at Mo Tian.