In just a few minutes, Chen Penghui fell to the ground.
Seeing the shocking scene in front of them, everyone in the audience held their breath.
"It's amazing."
"Yes, I have never seen a newcomer who has only been in school for one year actually agree to a senior who is two rounds ahead of me."
"We are all old, and our strength is not as good as that of a new student."
"Okay!" Zhao Zhongtian stood up and shouted for Zhou Rui who won.
This may be Zhao Zhongtian's inner expectation. After so many years, Zhao Zhongtian finally found a martial arts wizard. Because in Zhao Zhongtian's heart, he still has a dream of making the Dongjian Sect the best sect in the world.
Maybe in the near future, Zhou Rui will be the man who can realize his dream.
Chen Penghui, who was lying on the ground, did not curse at this moment. Instead, he seemed unusually calm. He smiled and said to Zhou Rui on the stage: "I am convinced that I lost today, and I have no room to fight back."
Zhou Rui walked over, helped up Chen Penghui who was lying on the ground, and said: "We are all brothers from the same sect, just competing in martial arts. I accept it, Senior Brother Chen."
Chen Penghui never expected that he would lose to Zhou Rui in the first game. What was originally a wishful thinking became someone else's wedding dress.
Sure enough, along the way, the opponents Zhou Rui encountered were mediocre in strength. After winning, Zhou Rui had to admire Chen Penghui's careful planning for this game.
The conference lasted all day, and in the evening, the top eight members of the Dongjian Sect were selected.
Among the eight people, only Zhou Rui is a freshman, and the others are all around thirty years old.
Even among the freshmen, Mu Xueqin, who was relatively strong, barely made it to the fourth round before being slapped off the stage by a senior.
Although the body was not injured, after so many games, the internal strength in the body has long been exhausted.
"Okay, you eight have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, we will have the finals!"
After Zhao Zhongtian finished his announcement, everyone left the conference site.
Mu Xueqin deliberately pretended to be injured and ran to Zhou Rui, saying coquettishly: "Brother Rui, please help me go back. I was slapped by that man just now, and my chest is still tight."
"Little girl, you were still scolding others when you fell off the stage, but now the pain is unbearable?"
"Well, it just hurts. Touch my head. It's a bit feverish now."
Zhou Rui was not stupid enough to actually touch Mu Xueqin's head. He held Mu Xueqin in his arms and said as he walked away: "Just this time, it won't happen next time."
Although to Zhou Rui it was just a concern for Mu Xueqin, this concern was particularly conspicuous in Yin Ting's eyes.
In the middle of the night, just when Zhou Rui was getting ready to go to bed.
"When, when, when"
There was a knocking sound outside the door.
"Who is it?" Zhou Rui lay lazily on the bed, unwilling to move.
"It's me." A clear voice directly hit Zhou Rui's ears. Zhou Rui jumped out of bed like a wild dog and ran to the door in three steps.
Don't forget to fix your hair before opening the door.
The door creaked open.
"So it's you, why are you here so late?" Zhou Rui asked knowingly, looking Yin Ting up and down.
"I...I'm here to congratulate you." Yin Ting looked a little shy, making people look particularly affectionate.
Instantly, and for some unknown reason, Zhou Rui's face turned red.
"Please come in quickly. It's windy outside. Come inside and talk."
After sitting down, Zhou Rui's eyes never left Yin Ting.
"Congratulations Zhou Rui, I didn't expect your strength to increase to such an extent after your breakthrough, and...even your swordsmanship has improved." Yin Ting broke the silence and kept praising Zhou Rui's performance today.
Zhou Rui looked a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "No, it's just good luck, good luck."
"But, I feel like your swordsmanship is a little different from before. Is it my misunderstanding?" Yin Ting continued to ask Zhou Rui questions about his swordsmanship.
"It's indeed a little different. This set of swordsmanship originally had seven moves. I only learned the first six moves before. It wasn't until I broke through that I learned the seventh swordsmanship, so it looks a little different when I play it."
"That's it." Yin Ting dragged her chin as if thinking about something.
"What? You care about this set of swordsmanship?" Zhou Rui felt that Yin Ting had been chatting with him about swordsmanship since she came in.
"No, no. I was just asking casually."
"That's right. Your Yin family was famous for its swordsmanship during your time. Why would you be interested in my unknown swordsmanship?"
Yin Ting felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward and said: "You have to be careful in tomorrow's game and don't get hurt. It's getting late, so you should rest early."
Yin Ting stood up and walked out.
At this moment, Zhou Rui didn't know where the courage came from and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Yin Ting's hand.
Their eyes met. At this moment, the room was quiet.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, they just looked into each other's eyes silently.
"I...I should go."
Yin Ting shook off Zhou Rui's hand, turned around and hurriedly left Zhou Rui's room.