"Hmph, even a loser is worthy of being my opponent!"
Zhao Chengxiang was very disdainful of Long Feicheng. If he were to rank the most hated people at this time, Yan Shou would be ranked first, and Long Feicheng would be ranked second.
Two incompetent people, they got into the top 32 through sheer luck, and yet they somehow want to go against me, Zhao Chengxiang!
If this place wasn't Longhu Mountain, with so many pairs of eyes watching, I would have killed you both!
"Zhao Gouzi, look at the sword!!"
Long Feicheng suddenly gave Zhao Chengxiang a nickname, and Zhao Chengxiang was so angry that he was so angry.
He was about to charge for the kill, but suddenly his foot slipped and he fell down in front of everyone!
"What's going on!"
The audience exclaimed, no matter how careless Zhao Chengxiang was, he would never fall during the competition!
Moreover, he fell so embarrassingly that all his white clothes were covered in ashes, and sparks popped out from his front teeth when they hit the ground!
"Brother Yan, if we want to say that we are more powerful than our Lu Ban Secret Technique!" Long Feicheng shouted excitedly as he ran towards Zhao Chengxiang.
"The must-wrestle technique..." Lao Jin said resentfully, "I have also learned this trick."
Although the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought were recorded in Lu Ban's book, Lu Ban also had many tricks of his own, especially this kind of little tricks to make fun of people.
Just grab a handful of sand on the ground and cast a little spell to make the person being cast fall.
It happened that this little trick worked on such an important occasion. Zhao Chengxiang was on day and night defense, but he never expected that Long Feicheng would use such a method.
Before Zhao Chengxiang could recover, Long Feicheng rushed in front of him. He did not choose to attack the most vulnerable head, but instead used his dragon claw hand to seize Zhao Chengxiang's fatal weakness.
"ah!!!!!"
Zhao Chengxiang let out a miserable scream, which made the male audience members shudder.
"That's too cruel. Isn't it possible that Senior Brother will be disabled in the future?"
"Should...probably not. There are many golden elixirs in Longhu Mountain, most of which can help the senior brother regain his glory."
"That boy named Long Feicheng is too cruel!"
"Zhao Chengxiang, hold on, don't let this villain enter the next round!"
Zhao Chengxiang withstood the tremendous pain and climbed up with a trembling body. Long Feicheng saw that the situation was not good and increased his intensity.
"Stop... stop, keep pushing... I will be really useless!!" Zhao Chengxiang couldn't bear it anymore and begged for mercy.
The referee could not stand it any longer and stopped him: "Long Feicheng, let go quickly and don't attack these parts again!"
Long Feicheng finally caught Zhao Chengxiang's hand, and now he was unwilling to let him go.
But the rules are the rules, and even the referee has spoken. If he persists, he will be expelled from Longhu Mountain.
So Long Feicheng simply let go of his hand.
Zhao Chengxiang breathed a sigh of relief, and big beads of sweat dropped from his forehead.
Then his eyes widened, and murderous intention emerged. Even if he breaks the rules today, he will still kill Long Feicheng with his sword!
So Zhao Chengxiang snatched the iron sword from Long Feicheng's hand in an instant, and was about to raise his sword to slash him, but saw Long Feicheng holding his hands high and running while shouting:
"I give up! I give up! If you do it again, you will be violating the rules. There are so many pairs of eyes watching here!"
"You...?!!!" Zhao Chengxiang was furious. He raised the sword in his hand for a long time, but he couldn't cut it anymore.
He came to the Luotian Dajiao this time to win the championship. To take revenge on a small Longfei City, it was really not cost-effective.
But this Longfei City is too cheap!!
After receiving the benefit, he immediately gave up, leaving Zhao Chengxiang unable to do anything against him!
There is no chance to avenge the chicken capture just now!
Unlike Zhao Chengxiang, Long Feicheng never thought about how far he could go in the Luotian Dajiao. In his opinion, just by helping Yan Shou let out a bad breath, he was considered complete.
Therefore, he felt relaxed and even jumped up and down when he walked, happily running down the Wanfa Sect Altar.
Looking at his playful and smiling face, those who didn’t know better thought the winner was Long Feicheng!!
The refereeing Taoist priest was also speechless, but since Long Feicheng had admitted defeat, he could only announce the result: "The winner of the rat armor is Zhao Chengxiang of Wudang Mountain!"
Zhao Chengxiang threw away his iron sword in anger and walked off the stage with gritted teeth. His steps were a little frivolous when he walked off the stage, and he almost fell down again.
It can be seen how hard Long Feicheng used just now, and thanks to Zhao Chengxiang's deep cultivation, otherwise it would be a fight today.
Long Feicheng got off the stage, returned to Yan Shouyi and others, and complained:
"Then Zhao Chengxiang's cultivation level is so high that he actually made a pair of iron baskets. They're so damn tough!"
Lao Jin smiled obscenely and said: "He only slapped you once, and you almost lost his descendants. You won this round!"
"That's right! Hahahaha!" Long Feicheng laughed.
The other boys also laughed in agreement, but only three girls, Luo Ning, Zhao Yiyao, and Ling Xiaoxiao, felt a little embarrassed.
But there is one thing to say, even these three girls felt very happy when they saw Zhao Chengxiang being unlucky.
"After all, you still have to be careful of Wudang Mountain's revenge." Ah Gong reminded everyone.
"Let them come. I can't defeat Zhao Chengxiang alone on stage. I have a group of good brothers like you off the stage, so why are I afraid of him?" Long Feicheng didn't forget to shout to Zhang Shantong: "Yes, dear.
grandfather?"
Zhang Shantong snorted and smiled: "As long as the head of Wudang Mountain doesn't come looking for him personally, a hundred Zhao Chengxiang would be looking for death."
"That's it!" Long Feicheng was completely relieved.
Yan Shouyi and his group were really happier losing than winning.
Not long after Long Feicheng and Zhao Chengxiang decided the winner, Yan Nanfei and Chang Shan also won one after another. They were lucky and the opponents they encountered were not particularly difficult to deal with.
In the next round, Ling Xiaoxiao, Luo Ning, Wang Jiquang and He Xiping took the stage at the same time.
Fortunately, none of them met their own family members.
Luo Ning and Wang Jixiang won easily, Ling Xiaoxiao narrowly won, and He Xiping lost unexpectedly.
The one who defeated He Xiping was a disciple from Longhu Mountain. He looked quite young, but unfortunately he was wearing a mask and could not tell his appearance.
Among the folk sects, He Xiping was the most favored by everyone. His tricks were superb and unpredictable. Last time, Liu Lang didn't understand anything and lost to He Xiping.
However, this time He Xiping met the Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain. No matter how He Xiping changed, the Taoist priest remained motionless. In the end, he only used a sword to send He Xiping to the sidelines, winning easily.
This move was so amazing that everyone speculated on the identity of this little Taoist priest.
In the next round, A Gong also appeared on the stage. Among Yan Shouyi and his group, only Zhao Yiyao, who had received "Niu Jia", and Yan Shouyi, who had received "Niu Bing", had not yet appeared on the stage. Everyone else had already
Beaten.
It is worth mentioning that in this round, Yan Shouyi and the others met an old acquaintance.
Wu Zhen Sect, Yi He Huan!
"She really is that slutty bitch!" Long Feicheng said displeased, "She's still alive!"
Zhao Yiyao squinted her eyes and looked at Yi Hehuan: "Is she the one who killed my brother?"
"Don't you care about Ichiro Fukada?" Yan Shouyi asked.
"Ichiro Fukada and I have the same father, and he has looked down on me since he was a child. Although he and I share half of the same blood, we are incompatible. He will die when he dies, but... the Zhao family has always been united, so
You are not allowed to act as a swordsman for others!"
Zhao Yiyao rarely became serious and seemed to want to have sex with Yi Hehuan in person.
Less than half an hour later, the results of the third round of competition came out. A Gong and Yi Hehuan both advanced, along with two unknown female Taoist priests.
At this time, the audience couldn't hold it any longer.
There are already twelve seats in the top sixteen, and among these twelve people, three are already members of the folk sect!
They are Agong, Wang Jiwang and Luo Ning respectively!
This is a one-quarter probability!
You must know that the Luotian Dajiao represents the strongest strength level of the younger generation of Taoism today.
Those who can be brought to participate in the competition by various sects are already among the best.
As a result, among the twelve people, there were actually three who were "savages" that they looked down upon. They were folk sects who did not have a superior environment and were wandering in the world!
How embarrassing is this for those famous families!
Ever since, the last round had just begun, and people in the audience were already filled with indignation.
As soon as they saw Yan Shouyi taking the stage, they immediately shouted, demanding that Yan Shouyi's opponents must trample Yan Shouyi severely under their feet, and they could no longer allow folk sects to occupy the top twelve seats!
Yan Shouyi and Zhao Yiyao walked up to the Wanfa Zong altar. When they heard the boos from the people below, Zhao Yiyao couldn't help it and cursed back.
She is originally a Northeastern girl, she speaks like a machine gun, she doesn't even use a single curse word when swearing, but she can greet all eighteen generations of our ancestors.
What's even more frightening is that with just one person's power, she was able to scold hundreds of spectators in the audience until they were speechless. This kind of fighting power can be regarded as unparalleled in Longhu Mountain.
"These bastards scolded me until my mouth went dry. Yan Shouyi, go get me a bottle of water!" Zhao Yiyao said with a dry voice.
As soon as Yan Shou came to his senses, he went to get water for Zhao Yiyao with a smile. He didn't care who was the master or the servant. The one who wins the argument is the boss.
After getting the water back, the referee scolded them not to quarrel anymore. If Yan Shou had not stopped them, Zhao Yiyao would have even scolded the referee.
After he stood still on the Wanfa Zong altar again, Yan Shouyi began to observe his opponent.
This opponent is interesting.
He was wearing a dark blue robe, holding a goose feather fan, and he was swinging the goose feather fan gently, looking like a master.
"Kunlun Mountain, are you from the Yan family?" Yan Shou asked with a smile, "Who are you, Yan Nanfei?"
"Cousin." The other party replied.
"So your name is..."
"Yan Guchao."
Yan Shouyi remembered the name. This Yan Guchao's aura looked much more powerful than that of Yan Nanfei. He was probably a ruthless person.
People from the Yan family and Hanshan Temple in the audience began to cheer for Yan Guchao. It was not easy for their descendants to meet Yan Shouyi, so they had to vent their anger!
"Yan Guchao, take care of Yan Shouyi for us!!" A voice shouted from the audience.
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Everyone said that my update time is too late, so let’s set an update time starting today!
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