Wu Tao stood by the window in the small upstairs building watching the battle, looking at the arrogant men beside the ring and couldn't help but look worried.
"This is our own place. Even if Mr. Hua can't beat him, nothing will happen." Tang Ji said as he walked to the window and watched the familiar fat man ascend the stage, but he showed a puzzled look: "Sister Mei
Last time I said that this damn fat guy’s strength is around the middle of the second-rate, but in just a few days, he has already entered the first-rate? Isn’t this too fast?”
Hearing this, Jiu'er, who was standing next to him, pursed his lips: "Humph, I should have known that I also lied about my strength and went up there to have fun."
Tang Ji glanced at her. The few people standing under the stage for inspection were all top-notch mid-level players. They could tell lies immediately. He shook his head and turned to look at the person who had been sleeping in the corner since he came in.
Sun Yufu: "Mr. Sun, can you give me an explanation?"
"Is there any explanation for this? Either he really has talent and breaks through normally, or he takes medicine, or practices some secret technique." Sun Yufu arched his nose, explained casually, then turned over and continued to sleep.
stand up.
Tang Ji nodded, said no more, and turned his gaze to the ring.
The central arena is very spacious, with a length and width of nearly fifteen feet. However, the ground above has been worn out after the previous battles, but it does not affect normal use. Zhu Feilong put the big knife on his shoulder and drew it.
Sniffling, he held his head high and said, "Does anyone dare to come on stage and try with me?"
There were a large number of people present, and even after reaching the first level, they would not be intimidated by such a broken posture. Soon, several people were eager to try, thinking of going up to score this point, but as soon as they went to the inspection office under the stage, there was a figure
It landed directly on the stage.
"Come on, I'll meet you."
Hua Yuan'er wore a mask, with no expression on her face, and held up a spear in her hand.
Zhu Feilong frowned, feeling that the other party's voice was familiar, but he never remembered meeting someone who was playing with a spear, but he was too lazy to think about it. He raised the big knife casually, causing the tip of the knife to hit the ground, and twisted his neck:
"Boy, don't you understand the rules? Come back up after the inspection!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, the inspector below had received Tang Ji's order and immediately replied: "This young master has just inspected. There are no problems. You can compete."
Hearing this, Zhu Feilong didn't say much and grinned: "In that case, boy, be careful!"
After saying that, he raised his sword and slashed at it.
Hua Yuan'er raised his gun and aimed it twice. Although his strength had just entered the first-class level not long ago, he could clearly feel that the opponent was just like Fang Hou before. He only had a first-class physique.
If you immediately defeat the opponent, but instead hold him down with a gun, will you still give him a fatal blow?
Not long after, steam began to rise on Zhu Feilong's forehead, and sweat dripped down his bloated cheeks onto his sleeves. But before he could swallow his saliva, Hua Yuan'er kicked him to the ground. He looked at the long
He stabbed himself in the chest and shouted quickly: "I won't fight, I won't fight!"
In an instant, Hua Yuan'er took back the spear, but kicked him off the stage with a kick: "Don't let me see you scum again!"
Zhu Feilong's body left a trace on the stage, and finally fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of thick blood spurted out, and he screamed in pain.
After she let out her anger, Hua Yuan'er's mood improved a lot. She was about to step off the stage with a gun in hand, but was interrupted by a strong tiger-faced man in the audience.
"Wait a minute, my brother just gave in, why did you kick him off the ring?" Zhao Wu stared at Hua Yuan'er with a fierce look on his face, took a long knife from his subordinate, and walked straight to the ring.
When he went there, he did not forget to give the person who inspected him a look, declaring that he was very powerful.
Hua Yuan'er didn't bother to explain, and raised his spear again: "There's so much nonsense, if you want to fight, just fight!"
"Haha, you don't know how high the world is, don't let me beat you until you cry." Zhao Wu said a word and rushed towards Hua Yuan'er with his knife.
The latter quickly waved his gun to resist, but was knocked away in the next second. He couldn't help but cover his chest and looked at the other party in surprise: "Master Realm?"
Seeing this, everyone present also became energetic.
"Master level, this is the third place today. The previous one has won sixteen games in a row. I don't know how many points this one can win."
"If I don't go up, who can beat his grandma? If you go up, you'll get points for free... Having said that, if we encounter the master realm and don't go up to compete, wouldn't the opponent be in trouble?"
"What are you thinking? You won't fight him, but he can fight you, and there will be a challenge later. These masters can name the challenge, so don't try to take advantage of it."
"Okay, okay, stop arguing and watch the competition."
"What's so good about this? The guy in the mask will definitely lose."
"..."
As everyone said, Hua Yuan'er was only in the early stage of the first-class, and he was not good enough in front of the masters. After only three rounds, Bian was almost knocked off the ring, and blood was already dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward again.
Go up.
"You don't know what you can do." Zhao Wu sneered, raised his knife to block the rapidly coming shot, and then kicked Hua Yuan'er to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Wu Tao, who was standing on the small building, looked worried, turned to Tang Ji and said, "Master Tang, can you stop the competition? Brother Yuan'er has been injured?"
Tang Ji didn't expect that there was a master at the master level behind that fat guy. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant. However, the most indispensable thing in the Jianghu Conference is masters, and there is nothing to complain about at the master level. He nodded and reassured: "
Well, someone will save him, if you don’t believe it, just look at it.”
As soon as Tang Ji finished speaking, a figure flew to the stage, picked up Hua Yuan'er who was about to receive a kick from Zhao Wu, and immediately threw him off the stage: "On the competition field, high-level people compete with low-level people, and no assassins are allowed.
This is the rule."
After listening to Shura's words, Zhao Wu's face darkened: "Then he just attacked my brother, why didn't you say anything?"
"When fighting at the same level, just do your best. His strength is first-class. The rules state that you must be first-class when competing on stage. Could it be that your brother is not the same?" After Shura finished speaking, he did not forget to sneer and mock.
Although the other party was covered with a veil, Zhao Wu could still feel his smile. He clenched his hands and said angrily: "Since you like to meddle in other people's business, why don't you compete with me?"
"You?" Shura asked back, then shook his head, turned around and walked towards the audience: "You are not worthy yet."
...
As everyone said, Hua Yuan'er was only in the early stage of the first-class, and he was not good enough in front of the masters. After only three rounds, Bian was almost knocked off the ring, and blood was already dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward again.
Go up.
"You don't know what you can do." Zhao Wu sneered, raised his knife to block the rapidly coming shot, and then kicked Hua Yuan'er to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Wu Tao, who was standing on the small building, looked worried, turned to Tang Ji and said, "Master Tang, can you stop the competition? Brother Yuan'er has been injured?"
Tang Ji didn't expect that there was a master at the master level behind that fat guy. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant. However, the most indispensable thing in the Jianghu Conference is masters, and there is nothing to complain about at the master level. He nodded and reassured: "
Well, someone will save him, if you don’t believe it, just look at it.”
At this moment, a figure flew to the stage, picked up Hua Yuan'er who was about to receive a kick from Zhao Wu, and immediately threw him off the stage: "On the competition field, high-level opponents are against low-level ones, and no assassins are allowed. This is
rule."
After listening to Shura's words, Zhao Wu's face darkened: "Then he just attacked my brother, why didn't you say anything?"
"When fighting at the same level, just do your best. His strength is first-class. The rules state that you must be first-class when competing on stage. Could it be that your brother is not the same?" After Shura finished speaking, he did not forget to sneer and mock.
Although the other party was covered with a veil, Zhao Wu could still feel his smile. He clenched his hands and said angrily: "Since you like to meddle in other people's business, why don't you compete with me?"
"You?" Shura asked back, then shook his head, turned around and walked towards the audience: "You are not worthy yet."
I’ll try to figure out the word count, and I’ll make up for it later.