The young man in blue who was leading a horse was Qin Shuang.

He stumbled in the crowd and spent half a day observing the competition on the ring.

He found that there were not many warriors participating in the award-winning arena competition, but there were crowds of people watching the fun.

After all, most of the people who are confident of winning 15 consecutive victories are the few, and most of the participating warriors regard this ring match as a training game.

There are always a few strong people who can be Ling Jueding. Once someone wins several consecutive victories and the characteristics of his martial arts are exposed, stronger people will come out to challenge him. After a long battle, he will not be able to defeat him and lose.

This can also be said to be a chariot battle. In addition to competing for one's own skills, one also competing for the depth of his cultivation.

The peak powerhouses in each realm can either kill their opponents in seconds or rely on their deep cultivation to achieve fifteen consecutive victories.

Some contestants, seeing that the challenger is too strong, admit defeat and step down with the accumulated bonus, which is considered to make up for the registration fee.

I really don’t know who the previous strong men who won a winning streak were? Compared with ordinary contestants, they actually have such a huge advantage.

After Qin Shuang observed for an afternoon, it was getting darker and the organizer of the arena competition announced that he would continue the competition the next day.

So Qin Shuang went to the county town to find an inn and settled in, preparing to participate in the ring competition after dawn the next day.

Many people in the inn were talking about the ring matches in the county town. Qin Shuang did not deliberately inquire about anything. He felt that strength was the most critical factor.

This night he spent in Dahuang County in practice.

At Chen Shi, Qin Shuang wore a mask and walked to Qingfeng Square calmly.

During this period, the most lively thing was the prize-winning competition in this square. The participating warriors and leaving warriors came and went in an endless stream.

Qin Shuang followed several young men eager to try and walked into the gate beside the ring.

As soon as we entered the gate, two uniformed staff led the new contestants into the registration and payment office.

Except for Qin Shuang wearing a mask, some of the other applicants also wore masks. It seemed that no one wanted to reveal their true identities.

They paid fifty silver coins in turn as registration fees, and then the staff registered their personal information.

There was a table in front of Qin Shuang. A middle-aged man in a black uniform was sitting at the table. He had a golden sword embroidered on his left chest, which exuded a sharp look, simple and elegant, and lifelike.

There were two staff members in yellow clothes on his left, waiting by his side. There was also a beautiful sword pattern embroidered on his left chest, but this sword was one size smaller.

On the table, there was a pen, several large notebooks, and a square white stone, about the size of a fist.

"Name, age, residence, cultivation level?"

The middle-aged man in a black uniform asked Qin Shuang, wearing a mask, with a pen.

"Qin Cheng, the star's Chen, thirteen years old, the sensing realm."

Qin Shuang answered calmly, revealing the young voice of the young man.

The middle-aged man glanced at Qin Shuang and signaled him to put his hands on the white square stone. Qin Shuang put his hands on it.

After five breaths, three red stripes lit up on the white stone, which was very eye-catching.

The middle-aged man glanced at Shi Tou and did not ask any more questions. He wrote in his pen to write down "Player No. 318, Qin Cheng, thirteen years old, with a sixth level of sensing, and his residence is unknown."

Then, a young man in yellow who was waiting next to him came over.

The middle-aged man said to the young man in yellow: "This is the No. 318 player. He will take him to the waiting room, choose a mask, change his clothes, and wear the participating license plate."

The young man in yellow nodded and led Qin Shuang toward the depths of the room.

There are dozens of rooms separated from each other, and they are separated from each other's sight. This is the place where the contestants change their clothes.

The contestants are here and are completely isolated from each other.

Qin Shuang was taken to the No. 5 locker room. He came earlier, with only three contestants in front of him.

In the No. 5 locker room, there are several clothes of the same style but different sizes, and more than a dozen masks.

He chose a grimace mask with a similar size and a twitching claw on his face, which just matched and was stuck tightly. He pulled it with his hands and would not fall off easily.

Releasing mental power, finding that the mask cannot be penetrated. It seems that the organizer also considered the possibility of mental power spying.

The clothes were all white, so he chose a set that suited his figure. After finishing it, he took off the image of a ghost-faced boy in white clothes.

The yellow-clad staff member saw him come out and gave him a sign of No. 318, let him hang it on his body, and then took him through one passage and into another room.

There are several powerful men in black uniforms in this room, with more than thirty chairs.

Outside the room is a sensation competition arena. Sitting in the room, you can clearly see the situation on the ring, and there is no one on the ring for the time being.

With his eyes swept to the other side of the arena, you can also see the situation in the fusion realm ring, which is also empty.

Qin Shuang inferred from this that the next door was the waiting room of the martial artist in the Fusion Realm.

From the perspective of the direction, the room waiting for the competition is right behind the ring.

When Qin Shuang came to the room, he saw five masked people sitting on chairs, all waiting to come on stage.

After sensing it, several contestants were between sensing the fourth level and the eighth level.

Suddenly, a black-clad staff member said to the contestants in the room: "If anyone wants to play, you can stand on the ring."

Several contestants in the room looked at each other, but no one moved. Maybe they wanted to see first before deciding whether to play.

Qin Shuang didn't care, so he walked towards the ring, his white clothes fluttered, and he appeared on the ring.

He looked down and there were crowds of people outside, shoulder to shoulder and extremely lively.

And yesterday, he was standing under the ring and mingling among the onlookers, and now he happened to be upside down.

The crowd saw a white-clothed ghost-faced player standing on the ring, and a noise suddenly burst out.

"Today's game is about to begin."

"Yesterday was dull, I don't know what it was today?"

"This is still a child. She is so small. How many rounds can I hold on stage?"

"It should be for you to increase your experience and gain greater insight."

"I bet he can hold on for two rounds at most."

...

Qin Shuang's mental power practices far exceed his peers, and all the voices from the audience were clearly heard.

A man in a black uniform walked up and stood in a corner of the ring, with the sword pattern on his chest very conspicuous.

Qin Shuang had watched the game for half a day yesterday and knew that this was the referee on the ring.

Qin Shuang stood quietly on the stage, with Yue Zhi and extraordinary talent, silently waiting for the challenger.

He could sense that there were more and more contestants coming in the waiting room.

After a while, a contestant wearing a wolf-headed mask walked onto the ring. Qin Shuang took a look and sensed the fifth level. It seemed that he was a contestant who had experienced the ring competition.

"It's boring to wait, I'll be the first to fight you."

The wolf face contestant said frankly.

"No. 318, against No. 316. After one party admits defeat, the other party cannot continue to attack. When he is shot out of the ring, he may lose his combat ability, or one party admits defeat, the competition ends. The winner stays on the stage and waits for the next challenge."

The black-clothed referee explained the rules.

The voice was clear and loud, and it could be heard clearly on and off the stage.

Qin Shuang and the wolf-faced contestant opposite nodded, stood in the middle of the ring, looked at each other, bowed and prepared to wait.

"start."

The referee spoke loudly.

The audience below found that the ghost-faced warriors and the wolf-faced warriors on the stage were both standing there without moving.

coax

Dear spectators were unhappy and started to laugh.

The wolf-faced warrior was observing Qin Shuang, and the audience's laughter made him feel restless.

Soon, the wolf-faced warrior finally couldn't help it, released the Yuanli attack, and kicked Qin Shuang's waist. The white Yuanli wrapped his legs, looming, his toes were like arrows leaving the string, as fast as lightning, and quite powerful.

"Okay!" Someone shouted in the audience.

This leg naturally cannot threaten Qin Shuang.

He quickly took a step back, avoided the wind of his legs, and when the opponent's strength declined from strength to strength, he changed the star power, converted it into Yuan power, and suddenly hit it out with an ordinary Pojun fist.

The fist wind is strong and powerful, and the tiger is full of wind, directly hitting the wolf-faced warrior's thigh.

The wolf-faced warrior only felt that he had just kicked this leg, and before he could change his move, he took a heavy punch on his thigh.

The fist was like an iron hammer, which made the wolf-faced warrior lose balance and fell sideways on the ring with a bang.

"Wow!"

Under the ring, the audience burst into screams.

He quickly got up, and looked at Qin Shuang with fear, and was shocked.

Qin Shuang did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He looked at his opponent easily, with a playful look on his face, as if saying, Why don’t you fight?

However, his expression was not visible to his opponent.

The wolf-faced warrior's eyes flashed, and suddenly, he took a step and wandered around Qin Shuang.

He stepped on strange steps, which was magical and quick, disturbing. This was a body martial arts of the wolf-faced warrior.

Qin Shuang used his mental power, cooperated with his eyes, firmly locked the opponent, and moved his feet quickly.

The wolf-faced warrior suddenly launched an attack, and his whole body burst out completely. A heavy punch suddenly came from Qin Shuang's side, as if he was about to burn his boat and finish his efforts.

Qin Shuang had been waiting for a long time, but did not burst out his momentum. He just used his energy to inject his foot and kicked it out in the air. His power was restrained and powerful, as fast as lightning.

The wolf-faced warrior thought that his opponent could not defend his iron fist, but unexpectedly, before he could touch Qin Shuang, a severe pain came from half of his body, as if he was struck by lightning. Then his body involuntarily rolled in the air and fell heavily on the ring.

"Give up."

The wolf-faced warrior quickly admitted defeat to avoid being chased by his opponent. He knew that the gap was too big and he could not fight.

"Too strong!"

"Ghost face is so powerful!"

"The gap is too big!"

"It seems that I'm going to win in a row, but I just don't know how many games I can win in a row?"

The audience burst into exclaims.

This time, after the wolf-faced warrior hurriedly admitted defeat, he did not get up for a long time. He suffered so much. The ghost-faced leg was so cruel!

The referee stood on the edge of the ring, and a loud voice spread throughout the square: "No. 318, win!"

A roar broke out under the ring, and the first game of the Sensing Realm today has decided the outcome.

Amid the rumbling of discussions like waves in the audience, the wolf-faced warrior slowly got up, lowered his head, limped off the stage, with his back quite lonely.

"Do you keep fighting?"

The referee looked at Qin Shuang and asked loudly.
Chapter completed!