Because about half of the people who were eliminated, the number plate drawn in this round was relatively fast, and it was over in a short time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Number one against number three!"

"No. 5 vs. No. 7 ......"

"Sixteen vs. Eighteen"

With the words of the principal, the people who were called came up to the ring one after another, and then either said hello, or came up and went straight to the call, and said that greeting was a waste of time.

For a while, in the ring, knives, guns, sticks, fists, wind and feet were like flying in the sky, and the onlookers in the stands were also dazzled, and there were several rings that felt more exciting, but there was only one pair of eyes, one would look at this ring, and one would look at that ring, and I couldn't wait to have many eyes like the multi-eyed monster in the biography.

Long Qingyu was also watching the competition in the ring while sitting below, he was going to participate in this round, and there was always no harm in observing it. Xue Rubing next to him was watching the same ring, so there would be more topics between each other, but the two of them did feel very happy together.

Looking at the moves and styles of the two of them in the ring, Long Qingyu will analyze the strengths and weaknesses of these moves for Bing'er, and Bing'er will also listen carefully, just like listening to her mother's story before going to bed at night when she was a child, of course, she will also give some of her own opinions.

Wave after wave, the winners are naturally happy, and some of the losers are silent, and some are calmly faced and treated indifferently.

There are no eyes in the ring, and it is inevitable that there will be some touches, but most of them are within the controllable range, they don't want to be punished, not only their own sect forces will punish themselves, but once the major factions in the rivers and lakes are implemented, they will also make severe punishments, which everyone does not want to face, no matter how big a person's strength is, it is not the union of all the forces in the rivers and lakes, this is the stake.

"Eighty-one against eighty-three. ”

"Ninety-six vs. ninety-eight....... ”

The young man in the silk satin robe at the stand said with a smile: "It's up to you, if you are promoted, you will meet in ninety-nine." ”

The gray-robed young man nodded and didn't speak, and went straight to the central ring, this wave of matchups, the sixteen people who competed in the competition boarded their respective rings.

At this time, one by one, the little monk with a shaved head in the ring attracted most of the people in the stands, and he was a little monk like a thousand likes. Long Qingyu and Xue Rubing also focused on the next competition of this little monk.

"Monks don't worship the Buddha in the temple and chant sutras, what are they doing here!"

The little monk had just stepped into the ring, and the man who had come to the ring early on the other side looked at him with a strange look.

"Becoming a monk, coming out is home, and I am a Buddha everywhere. Amitabha!" The little monk of the Thousand Statues closed his hands and saluted the Buddha.

"Let me send you back to the temple to see the Buddha!" The man was dressed in a moon-white robe, neat and neat, and he looked like a person of five or six, but his words were a little mean.

The little monk frowned slightly when he heard this, obviously feeling a little awkward in his heart. After being told twice and always feeling a little uncomfortable, he decided to give this person a memory that will last a lifetime.

"Hehe, then let the little monk give you some guidance. The little monk of Thousand Elephants chuckled, looked at the man in a daze and said, Anyone who is familiar with Thousand Elephants knows that when he smiles like this, the other party must be ugly.

"Finger your head!" The man in the moon white robe raised his eyebrows when he heard the words of the maze.

"Look at the move!"

The moon white-robed man couldn't help but say that he jumped and struck out with his palm, and the palm wind brought a sound of rattling, which showed that the internal force of the true qi was very strong, so he went straight to the little monk.

Thousand like the little monk key this person rushed to the shelf to find the beating is very satisfied, he is full of true qi condensed and then performed light skills to easily avoid this palm, not afraid of this palm, just because he has always been steady against the enemy or something, this must first touch the other party's routine, even if the other party has a hole card, but at least there is no harm in knowing more, because he has no hole cards?

The moon white-robed man slammed his palm into the air, and when he saw this, he jumped back and turned to the right side of the little monk with another palm, and this palm just came to the little monk's side, and suddenly the little monk's body shook, leaving only an afterimage in place, and this palm fell into the air again.

"The barefoot flying immortal of the Thousand Thousand Temple is really extraordinary!" The man in the white robe of the moon couldn't help but admire when he saw the light skill performed by the little monk of the Thousand Statues, but he knew that the barefoot flying immortal was the supreme light skill of the Yan Thousand Temple.

The little monk of Qianxiang just laughed and was confused when he heard this, and the man in the moon white robe looked down a little when he saw this, so he knew that he would laugh, and he would beat you down later, and see if you could still laugh!

Facing such a little monk, the white-robed man felt a little cold in his heart, and then his body jumped up, his right hand struck out the palm method, and the sound of trembling all over his body broke through the air and ran away like a thousand little monks.

But the little monk of Qianxiang was still barefoot in the face of this palm, and when this palm was about to shoot himself, his body suddenly moved away quickly towards the back.

"Hmph, the little monk is so timid. The man in the moon white robe said with some annoyance, every time he waved his palm missed, he always felt a little aggrieved.

Then the moon white-robed man raised his momentum, and quickly slapped out palm after palm, wanting to give the little monk a look.

However, the little monk still didn't give him the opportunity to deceive himself, which made the moon white-robed man a little crazy.

"Long Shao, who do you say will win. Xue Rubing looked at the little monk of Qianxiang blindly dodging, and couldn't help asking,

"Of course it's a little monk!" Long Qingyu replied with a smile and a very affirmative expression.

In the ring, the little monk and the moon white-robed man made many moves in a flash, but the moon-white-robed man only hit the little monk once, and this time he was just rubbing his robe.

"Open the Mountain!"

The man in the white robe of the moon shouted loudly, using his own tricks, and he had a determination not to give up if he did not drive the little monk off the stage.

"King Kong Fu Tiger Fist!" At this time, the little monk was not dodging, the true qi gathered in his right hand and waved his fist to meet it, King Kong Fu Tiger Fist belongs to the hard kung fu of the inner door of Buddhism, and belongs to the kung fu of the most rigid and yang.

"Bump~"

"Poof~"

The palms and fists collided with each other, and the true qi formed stirred up the air between the two of them.

And the man in the moon white robe was fighting with his fist and his palm for a moment, his palm seemed to be biting himself by thousands of bloodthirsty ants, the pain was so bad that he couldn't do it, a small mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, his body was like a kite with a broken string, and he was knocked out of the ring with a whoosh.

The moon white-robed man fell on the platform outside the ring with a bang, because his body was not controlled by himself, his body did not know how to drip, so that his face was facing the ground, coincidentally, his head hit the surface of a person's feet, and a banana was bursting, and the shoes that the person was wearing were tattered as if they had been soaked in a manure tank, and the smell was strange.

The moon-white-robed man staggered to his feet, glanced at the little monk with resentment, and then fled the scene in embarrassment.