Chapter 730 First Place

"Qin Lang, don't be arrogant! I'm the young master of the Tang family, if you want to be nice with your heart, you can obediently admit defeat in this scene, I may be able to help you say a few kind words in front of my father, so that you have a chance to be together." Otherwise, with my status in my father's mind, once I obstruct it, even if you are lucky enough to enter the top ten of this Heavenly Desolate Continent Elite Competition, it will be impossible for you to come together with Xinran!"

Opposite Qin Lang, a hint of gloom flashed on the young man's face, and he opened his mouth to threaten Qin Lang.

This young man is none other than Tang Xinran's brother Tang Xinyang!

"Hmph, despicable villain! I, Qin Lang, are most annoyed by others threatening me!"

Qin Lang snorted coldly, his footsteps moved, and instantly across the distance between the two, he appeared in front of Tang Xinyang, grabbed the latter's collar with one hand, and slapped it out with the other!

"Smack!"

A loud slap sounded, Qin Lang moved too fast, Tang Xinyang didn't react at all, he slapped Qin Lang heavily on the face, half of his cheeks were directly swollen, and a hot feeling followed.

"Qin Lang, you dare to hit me!"

Tang Xinyang's eyes were full of anger, and he glared at Qin Lang.

He is the eldest young master of the Tang family in the Western Regions, his status is noble, and he has always been pampered by others, even Tang Jingyuan was not willing to beat him, Tang Xinyang didn't expect to be slapped by Qin Lang today!

"What about hitting you?"

Qin Lang snorted coldly, slapped his backhand again, and suddenly a striking slap mark appeared on the other half of Tang Xinyang's cheek, which quickly swollen.

"Qin Lang, you are looking for death! With me Tang Xinyang here, you don't want to be with Tang Xinran in your life!"

Tang Xinyang's mouth was also swollen high, and his speech was slurred.

"Do you dare to mention Xinran?"

"Isn't it because you can wander to the Lingwu Continent?"

"Isn't it because your mother's mother almost died back then, and she has been sleeping for so many years?"

Hearing Tang Xinyang mention Tang Xinran, Qin Lang suddenly became angry, and the slap fell on Tang Xinyang's face like raindrops.

"Papa

A loud slap sounded, the corners of Tang Xinyang's mouth were full of blood, and a few teeth were pulled away by Qin Lang.

"I was wrong, spare me, I admit defeat, I won't fight!"

At first, Tang Xinyang was still stiff, but as Qin Lang's slap continued to fan out, he soon softened and kept begging Qin Lang for mercy.

"Now that you know it's admitted, I'm sorry, it's too late!"

Qin Lang didn't plan to let Tang Xinyang go at all, and continued to slap one slap after another, the crisp and loud "pop" sound kept coming out, and after a few slaps, Tang Xinyang rolled his eyes, and the whole person fainted directly.

"Humph!"

As soon as Qin Lang's palm loosened, Tang Xinyang's whole person fell to the ground softly, and a white light shrouded it, and then directly teleported out.

"Congratulations on the 21st consecutive win of 189,527, now match you with the next opponent. ”

The loud voice sounded again, and after a while, a white mang flashed, and a middle-aged man appeared opposite Qin Lang......

......

At the foot of Gushu Mountain.

The original energy shield was divided into countless small pieces, and images of duels appeared on it at the same time, showing them simultaneously for the first time.

Millions of warriors were intently looking at the images of their respective concerns on the energy shield.

"Ding! Congratulations to No. 189,527 for his ten consecutive victories and successful promotion to the second-rate forces competition area. ”

Just a few minutes after the Heavenly Desolate Continent Elite Tournament began, a loud voice came out, resounding throughout Gushu Mountain and reaching the ears of millions of martial artists in Gushu Mountain.

"I'm so fast!"

"Many participating martial artists haven't finished their first fight, and some have already won ten games in a row, which is too strong, right?"

There was a sudden sound of discussion at the foot of Gushu Mountain, and many people turned their heads to each other, asking who the 189,527th number was.

The location of the Mo family.

Mo Xiongfeng slowly wipeed his gray beard, looked like a master, and sneered disdainfully:

"There are a mix of fish and dragons in the third-rate forces, there will be some young people with good talents, if you are lucky, you will encounter all extremely weak opponents, there is nothing surprising about such a fast speed and ten consecutive wins, and then he will definitely not be so fast if he wants to advance to the first-class forces competition area!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice came out again:

"Ding! Congratulations to No. 189,527 for his 20 consecutive victories and successful promotion to the first-class force competition area. ”

"What!"

The smile on Mo Xiongfeng's face froze, and he was directly stunned!

This slap in the face came too quickly!

He asserted that this contestant could not advance so quickly, and the news of the second promotion came out!

And this time the time interval seems to be much shorter than the previous one!

"Hmph, it's just shit luck! Elder Ben doesn't believe that a contestant from a third-rate force can still successfully advance to the second round from a first-rate force contestant!"

With no light on his face, Mo Xiongfeng snorted coldly and asserted.

Everyone around nodded their heads.

Indeed, the Heavenly Desolate Continent Elite Tournament has been held for so many sessions, and there has never been a contestant who has been able to successfully advance to the second round with the quota of a third-rate force, even if this contestant goes against the sky, I am afraid that he will be beaten back to his original form in the competition area of the first-class forces and be eliminated miserably.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a faint figure was thrown down from Gushu Mountain.

"It's Xinyang!"

Sensing the identity of that figure, Tang Jingyuan flew directly in the crowd and hugged Tang Xinyang in his arms.

"What bastard actually beat my son like this!"

Seeing that Tang Xinyang's entire cheek was almost swollen into a pig's head, as if disfigured, Tang Jingyuan's face was suddenly full of anger, and he hurriedly took out a healing elixir and stuffed it into Tang Xinyang's mouth, and at the same time used the soft and pure spiritual power into Tang Xinyang's body.

"Forehead ......"

With Tang Jingyuan's efforts, Tang Xinyang woke up slowly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Yang'er, tell your father, who injured you?"

Tang Jingyuan tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

"Father!" Tang Xinyang gritted his teeth as if he had found the backbone of the main heart, "Father, you have to make the decision for me, it was Qin Lang's bastard who beat me like this!"

"Qin Lang?"

Tang Jingyuan was stunned.

According to the order of Qin Lang's registration, Qin Lang should be competing in the third-rate force competition area at this time, how could he run to the first-class force competition area to defeat and eliminate his son?

"Is it ......?"

Thinking of something, Tang Jingyuan suddenly looked at the picture that was showing the test image, and his pupils suddenly shrank,

"Could it be that the eighteen-ninety-nine thousand five hundred and twenty-seven who have been promoted from the third-rate force competition area to the first-class force competition area is Qin Lang?"

Soon Tang Jingyuan made a judgment that a martial artist who could win twenty consecutive games so quickly, except for Qin Lang, I am afraid that there would be no second person!

"Found it, found it! Finally found the live video of the fast-advancing contestant!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Due to the large number of simultaneous competitions and the large number of images, it is not easy to find the live broadcast images of the specific competition.

Hearing this, the eyes of all the warriors lit up, and they all looked at the live broadcast image that was found.

"What's going on, why did the screen change to the scene of the other two martial artists competing?"

Everyone scolded one after another, and before they could see the faces of the participating warriors inside, the live broadcast image flashed, and it had been replaced by another competition.

"Ding! Congratulations to the 189,527th No. 30 winning streak and becoming the first participant to advance to the second round of this Heavenly Desolate Continent Elite Competition!"

A loud voice came out and resounded in everyone's ears.

"What, I've advanced to the second round of this tournament!"

The faces of millions of warriors at the foot of Gushu Mountain were full of incredulity, and many people even wondered if they had heard it wrong!

A martial artist in the third-rate force competition area was unexpectedly swept by the storm and successfully advanced to the second round with an extremely ferocious thirty consecutive victories!

And the most incredible thing is that he was the first of all the contestants to successfully advance, and directly trampled all the contestants of tens of thousands of first-class forces under his feet!

"It can't be!"

Mo Xiongfeng's old face was red and white, and he said angrily.

Successfully advanced to the second round of the competition with a third-rate force quota, something that had never happened in the Heavenly Desolate Continent Elite Tournament for many years really happened!

I thought I could save some face by saying something like that just now, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face directly by the facts again!

"Damn, Qin Lang won nine more games in a row so quickly!"

Hearing the loud voice, Tang Xinyang's face was full of resentment, and he scolded.

He still had a great hope of advancing to the second round, but he didn't expect to meet Qin Lang unfortunately, he couldn't admit defeat, he was directly knocked out, and he didn't even pass the first round, and was eliminated.

"Yang'er, this number one hundred and eighty-nine thousand five hundred and twenty-seven is really Qin Lang?"

Although Tang Jingyuan had a rough judgment in his heart, he couldn't help but ask.

"That's right, this serial number is Qin Lang's bastard!"

Tang Xinyang gritted his teeth and said.

"It's really him!"

Hearing Tang Xinyang's reply, Tang Jingyuan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

With the strength of the Martial Sect's eightfold, surpassing the Martial Emperor powerhouse on the earth list, he was the first to advance to the second round of the Heavenly Desolate Continent Elite Competition, this performance is too rebellious, right?

"Look, the picture of advancing to the second round of martial artists has appeared!"

In the crowd of the Mo family, Mo Xing's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the huge picture that was appearing in the center of the energy shield of Gushu Mountain, and said loudly.

"Boom!"

In an instant, everyone moved in unison, and all of them raised their heads and fell on the huge picture in the center.

As far as I could see, I saw a young man in Tsing Yi slowly appearing on a huge white jade square!

"What! The first place to advance to the second round is actually this kid!"

Mo Xiongfeng's old eyes suddenly widened, and his face was extremely gloomy.

He never expected that the promoter who had lost face twice in a row was actually Qin Lang, who had a great grudge against their Mo family!