"The despicable" yellow tree went back around Lang Xing like a butterfly through a flower and went back for more than a dozen times, hoping to attract Lang Xing to take the initiative to attack, and then he could use his quick and flexible body skills to find flaws in Lang Xing's attack. Unexpectedly, the Lang Xing's character was standing steadily in Taichung at the beginning of the competition, as quiet as a mountain. He did not take his provocative actions at all, and completely regarded him as a dead person.

"Despicable" begins to feel a little restless.

The crowd of heroes watching from the audience also began to clamor. What were these two people doing? One jumped around like a wild monkey, and the other was like a wooden stake. The two of them sang a one-man show separately. Whether this strike or not is a waste of time.

"Despicable" finally couldn't hold back. He felt that he might be too arrogant to this young man. Maybe he was not even as good as his three-legged cat. So far, he was just scared to death because of fear.

Thinking of this, he decided to test it. He shook the short blade in his hand and stabbed Lang Xing in a "White Rainbow Punching the Sun" straight into Lang Xing's chest.

When Lang Xing saw the speed and angle of his attack, he couldn't help but sigh deeply: Just this level? How did he pass the test of the Four Elephant Formation at the foot of the mountain?

No longer thinking about it, he stepped on his body and made extremely quick move away from the attack. The wooden sword in his hand pierced at the "despicable" legs like lightning.

"Doctory" did not expect Lang Xing's movement to be so fast, so he hurriedly leaped into the air and took a few steps back. As soon as he fell down, he found that Lang Xing had followed closely like a shadow, and he acted "the sky is filled with light" and still stabbed him down the plate.

"Despicable" cursing her mother hurriedly jumped back and forth. As soon as she landed on the ground, a sword light flashed and swept towards her legs again.

"Despicable" had to jump up again and roared out with a "Your Mother".

He had never encountered such a unlucky competition before. The boy in front of him seemed to be a pervert, full of interest in his lower body, and a sword kept greeting him on both legs and feet.

His kung fu was not very good, and everything relied on the aptitude of his body. But this kid didn't give him the opportunity to use it. He aimed at his lower body and attacked him endlessly, causing him to struggle. Now he not only couldn't use it with strength, but also had to pay attention to his feet as if he was rushing around, otherwise he might be able to suffer at any time.

The two of them fought back and for more than a dozen rounds. Although their body movements were as flexible as those of apes, even a real monkey couldn't help but jumped like this. The legs were a little sore, the tip of their noses began to sweat, and the bottom of their feet was no longer so straight.

As he was fighting, he didn't pay attention to it, and his right foot was swept by Mu Jian. He felt pain under his feet. He staggered, and his whole body was unstable and he fell forward. Lang Xing's mouth was covered with a smile, and his body flew seven or eight feet high. When he fell, his feet had already stepped on the "poor" head on the ring.

There was a commotion in the audience, and everyone shook their heads and sighed for the "despicable". Although he was just a thief who couldn't get on the table, losing to a young man with such a shameful way was really cowardly.

At this time, the high place where he was sloppy on the court gave his proud disciple a look of appreciation in time.

Before the noise of the crowd had fallen, someone flew into the ring, as if he was a bald man. The voices of the heroes gradually calmed down and they turned their eyes back on the ring.

The young master who was preparing to continue fighting on the stage, ignored the life and death of his disciples, and squeezed deeper into the crowd in a carefree and very ostentatious way.

When he passed by an ugly "orangutan" with black hair all over his body, he raised his hand casually, as if he was wielding something, and seemed to have done nothing, but there seemed to be a trace of extremely faint sweetness in the air.

Someone who had finished the "conspiracy" clapped his hands and walked backwards in a more exaggerated way than before. Qunhao's eyes were attracted by the fight on the stage, and he didn't notice this detail at all. In fact, if he sneaked over and did something bad, everyone would obviously notice this unnatural phenomenon after exploring the world for a long time, but he didn't take such care of his careless and casual behavior at all.

If you do bad things in the future, you must be calm and act as if nothing happened, so that no one will doubt you, hehe.

As soon as Gaodu returned to his original position, he was shocked by the sudden burst of cheers from the audience and almost fell down.

"What happened?" Gao Ge looked up at the ring, but found that Lang Xing was pressing against the chest of a bald man with a wooden sword, looking at him proudly and eagerly.

"Have you won another game? The apprentice I taught myself is really not simple." Gao Du nodded at Lang Xing with satisfaction, but he was the one who praised him.

Lang Xing tried his best to restrain his excitement. Everything has just begun and it is not time to be proud. At least he has to defeat the third place and challenge the next round of competition to compete to be considered as a face-to-face for the master. What we need to do now is calm, and I hope the third opponent will not be too strong, otherwise the effort will be squandered.

He was distracted nervously, and the third challenger had already walked to him. As soon as he looked at his opponent, he was stunned.

"Big-eyed thief?"

Isn’t the man in front of him holding a wooden knife the second manager in Luoxia Castle, Zhao Yingjun, the third leader of Green Liuzhai who was nicknamed by his master as the "big-eyed thief"?

What's going on? The boy was obviously a little confused. Didn't Luliuzhai surrender to Luoxia Sect? Why did he appear in the opposite position on the ring again?

The big-eyed thief obviously saw the boy's question. He curled his lips to the top, and then blinked at Lang Xing's conversion. Lang Xing suddenly understood.

Zhao Yingjun came to the stage and actually served as a stepping stone for my own promotion. The master had already made arrangements. No wonder King Taiping claimed that his son could be a "dog-headed military advisor". Such a disgraceful good idea is really not something that ordinary people can think of... but, it looks not very glorious... However, since it is Master's decision, there is always his reason, and the overall situation is the most important thing.

After figuring this out, Lang Xing decided not to let down his master's expectations and act the drama well.

Without extra words or extra tricks, Lang Xing stabbed Zhao Yingjun directly with a sword. The unchanged sword was extremely fast, full of a destructive aura.

Although he just went on the field to lose, losing too decisively is definitely not a good thing, and it would be even more embarrassing to be seen through. Zhao Yingjun quickly changed his figure and dodged the thunder strike. At the same time, the weapon in his hand was swaying and slashed at Lang Xing's shoulder. Lang Xing moved away quickly and stabbed him back with a backhand sword.

The two of them went back and forth for more than ten rounds, but Zhao Yingjun didn't even make a real move. Although the sword light looked very imposing, they were all fake moves and just pretending.

Soon he sold the flaws, and then he was very "accidentally" scratched his thigh by Lang Xing's wooden sword.

"Ouch!" shouted, and he abandoned his weapons and surrendered.

"The disciples of Luoxia Sect are really amazing. The little hero is young and promising! I admire him, admire him!" After slapping the flattery, Zhao Yingjun tilted his body and ended up.

The audience was filled with excitement. Isn’t it? It was so unexpected. The three generations of disciples from Luoxia Sect actually won three games in a row?

Apart from his calm mind and solid basic swordsmanship, he had nothing to do with it. He was promoted so easily. Oh my God, his luck is really good.

While envious, the heroes also aroused strong confidence and courage, and they were all ready to move.

Lang Xing walked off the stage with a little smugness and a little embarrassed, and was soon lifted up by the cheering Twenty-Four Blades and threw them into the sky.

Ye Saihua looked at Lang Xing's beating Lao Gao, and was also very jealous. She was wondering if she should show off on stage, but suddenly she felt her body lightening and had been raised high. She only had time to look back and see a head of white hair. Her people had already flew out. Then she heard a loud "bang" sound. Her butt, which was very "faced", hit the ground and fell firmly on the ring. Her bones immediately broke into pain.

Everyone was immediately shocked by the unexpected "Flying Immortal from the Sky". Who is this person? Why did he appear on stage in such a unique way? It seemed to be thrown up by someone. Huh, that man was so strong that this boy was as strong as a wild boar, at least 180 kilograms.

The "wild boar" who was thrown up had difficulty climbing up and stared at the old man with white hair and white eyebrows and rolling his eyes in great anger, but he dared not speak out because he was facing her with a pair of cold light. The angry "wild boar" had to turn his vicious eyes to the challenger opposite.

After witnessing her way of taking the stage, the challenger who had just witnessed her way of taking the stage, he had not yet come back to his senses. When he observed it, he was immediately frightened by her fierce eyes like a wild boar, and his speech became obviously unscrupulous: "Baibaibai... Bai... Bai... Baihemen disciple, Fang Tianhua, understands the trick! I don't know what the guy calls me?"

"Your mother is the kind brother!"
Chapter completed!