On March 13th, Guo Lin got up early. Today is the eight-to-fourth event of the Sin Field. He took out the teleportation scroll and first went to the strange old house three days ago.
In fact, Guo Lin did not find any clues three days ago. But no matter what, this is the most likely place to be about Su Mengdie so far. So he stayed until midnight that day before returning to Mingdu Inn to rest. As the scent of jasmine gradually dissipated, the old house's strange ability to block the sound was also dissipated.
In front of the dilapidated broken wall, Guo Lin stood silently, and then walked in. His feet stepped on the weeds on the ground, and a rustling sound came. Guo Lin shook his head, and this place was almost an ordinary place. He came here just for the slim hope in his heart.
At this time, the old house that had lost its strange effect became extremely ordinary. Guo Lin stayed for half an hour and confirmed that he could not find anything again, so he took out the teleportation scroll and returned to Mingdu Inn.
Liu Quansi went out very early. In order to find Su Mengdie, he thought he was ashamed of Guo Lin and worked tirelessly. In the past few days, Feng Zhongxiao had not returned to Mingdu Inn.
Guo Lin came to Bai Bing's room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened automatically. Bai Bing's head poked out from inside. "Bad guy, you are back. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go to the site of sin."
Guo Lin pinched her charming little face and nodded. Then he took her and Chuxue to the Sin Field with the teleportation scroll. The eight-to-four matchup was shipped yesterday. What made Guo Lin feel a little depressed was that his opponent today was 0789, which is Xiao Ze in the Wind.
There was a crowded long queue in the square outside the Sin Field again. Compared to three days ago, there were only a few more people coming to Sin Field to watch the game today. I wonder if this crowded arena can withstand it. If it is accidentally squeezed and collapsed, it will cause a huge accident.
With a swept of soul power, Guo Lin did not notice the figure of the roar in the wind. He immediately frowned. He thought to himself, this guy is too stingy, it has been three days. Even three days ago, Bai Bing accidentally hurt his fragile heart. As a man, he should have calmed down. But he actually disappeared like this.
There are four games in total today. Guo Lin and Feng Zhongxiao are the second game, and the time is in the morning. The other two games are in the afternoon. In the quarter game, as the players' strength improves, the competition is getting more and more exciting.
“Wow…”
Guo Lin entered the venue half an hour later. The audience was crowded with people because of the limited capacity. Many people simply squatted under the audience and were far away from the square in the arena.
Speaking of the ring, it is actually not worthy of it. After eight battles three days ago, the entire ring collapsed completely. Now, in the center of the martial arts field, a red rope tied to wooden stakes is surrounded by a range similar to the previous ring. There is also the place where everyone is competing today.
When Guo Lin, wearing a black robe in a straw hat, appeared at the entrance of the martial arts venue, almost everyone stood up in the audience and cheered to the idol. The swaying colorful flags and long banners bloomed like flowers in the audience. On it, the words "0725, the strongest" and "0725, the victory" were written in thick black ink.
Colorful flags and banners flutter in the wind. This scene made Guo Lin very surprised.
On the platform, the second-generation ancestors of Yongyao City, except Wang Zhuoyue, gathered together, and even Wang Zhi, who had not shown up for a long time, came. There was no doubt that they all came to see the man in the hat. The better the man in the hat performed, the greater the threat to them.
After almost confirming that the man in the hat was He San, Guo Yun and his two sons would not miss every game of "He San".
In Guo Yun's words, it means asking the two brothers to block Mr. He's style. If it weren't for the crime scene, there were too many people and there were mixed together. Guo Yun even considered pulling Yang Yi over.
The venue with a capacity of 5,000 people was crowded with 40,000 people, how spectacular the scene was. The audience around them was like a pile of meat mountains. There was no gap between people, and they were almost stacked together. However, this was a good place for some lustful people to take advantage of the opportunity.
The shouts, cheers, and slogans are deafening.
Fu Yitian rode a snow-white war horse today, wearing beautiful armor shining brightly in the morning sun. With a "sing...", he pulled out the silver sword. Fu Yitian looked around the explosive audience, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable concern. Forty thousand people, if the audience could not hold back the collapse, causing a large number of casualties. He, the deputy commander of the royal city guard, should not continue to do it. At this moment, Fu Yitian was considering that the next game would start to restrict the audience from entering the venue. He used his fighting spirit, and his loud voice resounded throughout the audience: "The game started, the first game number 0317 vs. the game number 0017!"
It was 0017, and Guo Lin was surprised. The warrior who was grouped with 0018 was the first to play. However, that 0317... Guo Lin looked at the warrior holding a spear wrapped in iron armor. He had no impression of this person at all. It seemed that he had heard this number three days ago, but he left without even looking at it.
The iron-armored warrior was like a moving bunker. He was wearing a black iron helmet, leaving only two eye sockets, exposed to the air. Therefore, no one could see his appearance. However, judging from his appearance of being wearing heavy armor but moving freely, his strength must be extraordinary.
A silver spear is more than ten feet long. When waving, no one can get into it. Guo Lin has no image of this iron-armored warrior, which does not mean that others have no impression of him. Three days ago, the sixth game after the man from the hat left. He thought it was a boring and meaningless battle, but he still feasted the 10,000 spectators who stayed.
This iron bunker danced very sharply, and with one shot, it was invincible. The person who fought against him yesterday was pierced through his head and his heart was covered with five moves. It seemed that No. 17 was not a vegetarian. Any contestant who could fight this round had his ability to do it.
Therefore, although everyone is optimistic about the Iron Armored Warrior, they still have some expectations for this battle and hope to fight wonderfully. They know that the second game was the man in the hat. Just treat it as the appetizer before the main meal.
The audience shouted, but the flags and banners waving in their hands were engraved with 0725.
0017 was played alone. After losing the game yesterday, his good brother 0018 escaped on the teleportation scroll before the guards of the royal city surrounded him. Any sinner who had not advanced to the quarterfinals will never turn over in Xia Kingdom. If he is captured by the guards, he will be strangled. So 0018 chose to run rationally.
Until now, no one knows the real names of 0018 and 0017. Numbers are just their code names.
0017 is a first-level martial spirit, Guo Lin saw it. The iron-armored warrior's strength actually reached the middle-level martial spirit. Unbelievable. Opening his soul power, Guo Lin stared at him again. The face of the iron-armored warrior instantly appeared in his mind. "Haha, it turns out it's this guy. The Stone Buddha. No wonder Wang Yan can safely enter the 32nd level. It's really safe to have this guy around him."
A smile appeared on Guo Lin's face. This Stone Buddha, the Stone Buddha, ranks second among the Wang family's family guards. Of course, all the information Guo Lin knows is from three years ago. I wonder which one he ranks three years later?
Since he is from the Wang family, Guo Lin will not be lenient. It would be fine if he lost by chance today at No. 17, otherwise Guo Lin will have a great chance to meet him next time.
Looking at the iron lump known as the stone Buddha, he suddenly launched an attack. Guo Lin sighed in his heart: "Wang Yan, Wang Yan. This is really harmful to others and yourself."
The middle-level stone Buddha in Wuling used all his strength as soon as he made a move. With the blessing of his Dou Qi, the silver spear in his hand turned golden and green again, and the color was still changing, and he was approaching the dark green. With his arm trembling, the thick Dou Qi surged out of his meridians. The silver spear was like a dragon, and the Dou Qi turned into sharp claws, and violently thrust towards No. 17, which had a solemn expression.
Before the gun fell, the fierce fighting spirit hit him, causing No. 17's breath to become chaotic.
No. 17 was shocked, and it was obvious that the opponent's strength was beyond his expectations. He raised the steel sword in his hand, raised the fighting spirit, and picked up his fiercely. He hoped to take advantage of the skill to remove the attack power of the iron armored warrior.
However, the steel sword had just touched the silver spear and suddenly bursts of sparks jumped out. Almost at the same time, the violent fighting energy of the middle-class Wuling class came from the steel sword. No. 17 felt his arms numb, and he gritted his teeth before he could not escape. Facing the gun rod that was about to fall on his body, No. 17 rolled on the spot and hid away dangerously.
He had been rolling out more than ten meters away before he stood up. At this time, sweat was soaked in his forehead and back. His right hand, holding the steel sword, was trembling slightly.
Although he has not fallen yet, judging from the obvious gap just now, the two of them are not at the same level. No. 17 felt invincible. The silver spear and iron armored warrior, like an insurmountable mountain, left a shadow in his heart.
Seeing the iron-armored warrior walking towards him at a slow speed, the silver spear in his hand slowly rotated and turned into a silver ring with flashing afterimages. No. 17's expression changed and he knew that the other party was going to use powerful combat skills. He had seen this combat skills. Three days ago, he used this attack to pierce the opponent's head.
No.17 ran around the field at a fast speed, and shouted at the fastest speed: "Stop, you win, I surrender."
Just in the audience, the people cursed the coward No. 17, coward. Under the heinous iron armored mask, a cold male voice came from: "I refuse."