Seeing that everyone had already crossed the chain bridge, and no one had fallen, the corners of Zhang Lingyu's mouth moved slightly, it seems that there are many masters who came this time, his eyes fell on Zhang Chulan's body, and he snorted secretly, how could the master choose this waste.

When everyone came to the second platform, they saw that there was a way down the mountain, Zhang Lingyu looked at everyone and said: "This road will go down to our Longhu Mountain's martial arts platform." ”

After speaking, he led everyone down the mountain.

After about a quarter of an hour, everyone saw a tall mountain gate, which was no worse than the huge gate of the Forbidden City.

Entering Ning Bufan from the mountain gate, he saw a huge martial arts arena in front of him, surrounded by tall city walls, which looked very majestic.

"Wow, this square is so big, it's like the Colosseum on TV. Zhang Chulan, who was wearing a school uniform, exclaimed with wide eyes.

Ding Ning slapped him on the skull, "Don't make such a fuss, it makes people think that we are like hillbillies." ”

At this time, Zhang Lingyu beckoned, and a disciple of Longhu Mountain walked around holding a large cardboard box, and he handed it to him.

After getting the carton, Zhang Lingyu then said: "The rules of the competition are very simple, let's start drawing lots, draw people with the same number to compete in the ring, and the winner will advance." ”

Then everyone walked up to Zhang Lingyu one by one to draw lots, Ning Bufan looked at the number in his hand, No. 13, there were more than 100 people counting Zhang Lingyu on the field, and Ning Bufan's number was still high.

After the draw of lots, Zhang Lingyu did not ink, "The two players of No. 1 stayed on the field to compete, and the rest of the people went to the audience. ”

After a while, everyone else returned to the audience, and only two people were left in the ring.

One of them was the former fat Taoist, and his opponent was a bald monk in his thirties and forties. The two stood in the ring holding each other.

The fat Taoist looked at his opponent, and couldn't help but secretly complain, he happened to know this person in front of him, he belonged to the same territory as him, and there was a very loud eight-armed warrior monk in the local area, at least they were all masters in the middle of the grandmaster realm, where would he be his opponent.

A Taoist priest from Dragon Tiger Mountain stood between the two and spoke, "The competition begins." ”

As soon as the fat Taoist heard that the contest began, he immediately jumped behind him like a frightened bird, and the monk rushed towards the fat Taoist with a kind look.

The fat Taoist kung fu is not very good, but the light skill is not bad, I think it is hard work, plus the martial arts field is really not small, and it also gives him space to escape, the monk didn't catch up with him for a while.

At this time, someone in the audience immediately laughed and shouted: "Dead fatty, don't waste time, surrender quickly." ”

However, the fat Taoist has a very strong psychological quality, and he is not affected by the audience at all, and has been running around the city wall, without the slightest intention of stopping.

And the monk was not in a hurry when he saw this, so he chased after the fat Taoist man tightly, not giving him time to stop and rest.

The two of them chased after me like this, and slowly half an hour passed like this, and the audience on the field had already fried the pot and scolded.

The monk on the field looked very relaxed, but the fat Taoist looked a little out of breath, which was normal, after all, the monk's martial arts were higher, his physical strength was better, and he didn't use all his strength, so the consumption was not large, and it could be seen that he was also happy to see it, so that he could also hide his strength, which was naturally very beneficial to him.