"Miss, our opponent turned out to be Wang Yue's team!" Sitting in the Murong family area, looking at the picture on the big screen, a young clansman of the Murong family said.

"Wang Yue. Murong Yanran's face was innocent, and there was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes.

She didn't expect that her opponent was actually Wang Yue's team, but even if her opponent was Wang Yue's team, she was not afraid. Because she is a real master, she is the top master of the young generation in China, a god-level middle master, and there is no martial arts in the world that she can't break.

"Imperial team!" On the other side, the Tang Jiabao forces looked at the picture on the big screen with a surprised expression.

The Tang Sect team, their opponent is actually the royal team led by Nalan Yi, the young master of the Nalan family.

"Oh, it's actually the Xichuan Tangjiabao Tang Gate Team. Nalan Yiyu had a wicked smile on her delicate face.

"Young master, the Tang Sect team is good at using hidden weapons and poisons, and the Tang Sect team led by Tang Xiaomei is very insidious, we have to be careful. Said the Royals.

"I know. Nalan Yi smiled, not taking the Tang Men team in his eyes at all.

"Miss, the royal team is not only the strength of Nalan Yi, the young master of the Nalan family, but also the overall strength of her royal team. We need to be careful. The Tang Gate team member said.

"I know. Tang Xiaomei smiled and looked at Young Master Qian in the martial arts arena.

At this moment, she only has Young Master Qian of Wang Yue's team in her heart, as for the royal team. Like Nalan Yi, she doesn't take the other party seriously.

"Yes, yes, the opponent of Wang Yue's team is actually the martial arts family, the eldest lady of the martial arts team, Murong Yanran, has read the entire Chinese martial arts cheats since she was a child, and is proficient in all kinds of Chinese martial arts, and there is no martial arts in the world that she can't break. And she herself is a collection of hundreds of masters, and her understanding of martial arts is amazing, and she is only eighteen years old, and she is already a god-level middle master. Wang Yue, this little child, is going to fight against Murong Yanran, the eldest lady of the Murong family, and he will definitely lose this battle. Cang Tian said with jealousy in his eyes.

"Wang Yue, you must come on. Toyotomi Sakura sat beside Cangtian and whispered.

"............" Cangtian took a deep breath and did not speak.

"The match in the quarterfinals is the same as the match in the round of 16, the game time is one day, the time is four days in total, our game is the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow is the match between the Son of God team and the Luoyang Hero Gate team. Wang Yue looked at the big screen and said.

"Brother Yue. We still have one day to prepare. Hou Shaofei said.

"Well, let's go back and prepare. Wang Yue stood up and walked outside the arena.

"Let's go. A large group of Wang Yue's team stood up.

"Tomorrow we will face the Sons of the God of War, and the members of this Sons of the Gods are all children of Chinese mythology. Hey, it's not easy to deal with, let's go. A large group of people from the Luoyang Hero Gate sighed, then stood up and walked outside the arena.

"Our opponent is the Beggar Gang. Everyone in Xiangxi Yuhuamen watched the big screen for a while, and quickly stood up from the arena.

"Xiangxi Yuhua Gate. The beggars also stood up.

The opponents of the national martial arts competition have been selected, Wang Yue's team against the martial arts family, the Tang team against the royal team, the son of God team against the Luoyang hero team, and the Xiangxi Yuhua team against the beggar team. These eight teams are the top teams in China, and no matter which team's competition is exciting.

Seeing that the opponents of the competition for the quarterfinals have been selected, the spectators in the competition arena have played the field.

Walking outside the arena with Qingyun, he took a shocking look at Wang Yue's back, with resentment and disdain in his eyes.

Wang Yue?

Hehe.........

Because Wang Yue and his teammates have watched all the games in the top 64, they already have an understanding of all the masters in the top 64. Therefore, they don't need to watch the match between the Sons of God and the Hero Gate tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is their game, they only need to recuperate from injuries and cultivate internal strength before the game.

There was nothing to say all night, and they didn't go to watch the game of the Children of God the next day. Sit in the hotel and meditate and practice. At half past eight, Brother Zhu and Hou Shaofei quickly ran into the room, "Brother Yue, the Son of God team has won, and it has won three games in a row." ”

"So fast!?" Young Master Qian had just woken up and was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, when he heard that the Son of God team had won, he immediately sat up with wide eyes.

"Yes, they're fast. With a ten-minute break in each game, it took them just thirty minutes to beat the hero goal in three games. Also, in this 30-minute game, the players of the Hero Goalkeeper team spoke for 15 minutes, which is equivalent to only five minutes per game. Hou Shaofei said.

"It only took five minutes to defeat the Hero Gate in each game, and this Hero Gate is the second force in Nanhe Province, second only to Shaolin in strength. It only took them such a short time to defeat the Hero Gate, and this Son of God team is not easy to deal with. The drunkard frowned. said with a solemn face.

"The Son of God team is easy to say, let's find a way to defeat the martial arts family team first. The martial arts family team is a team that can compete with the Sons of God team, let's continue to practice internal skills, and strive to fight them in the best state tomorrow. Wang Yue said.

"Yes. Master. Yuwen Shenju continued to close his eyes and cultivate True Qi.

In order to compete with the Murong family, Wang Yue and the others didn't sleep all night that night, and several people practiced their internal skills in the room all night. After Young Master Qian won the Shaolin team, he became more confident than before. It became more inflated than before. He felt that he was a natural luck king, and he could win as soon as he participated in the competition, and when everyone practiced martial arts, he lay in his room and slept all night.

"No, I have to recuperate and practice quickly. This Sons of God team is too strong, in case we win the quarterfinals, we may meet the Sons of God team in the competition. I've been a perfect winner until now, and I don't want to lose to the Children of God. Young Master Qian hurriedly got up from the bed, sat on the bed and closed his eyes, secretly operating the true qi in his body.

"I, Wang Yue, Young Master Qian, all three of us are injured, Wang Yue's injuries are not serious, I can participate in this competition after resting for more than ten days, and I have to compete in the next round, and Young Master Qian can only compete in the finals. But fortunately, Yuwen Shenju, Xi'er and Wang Yue, who we can compete, are the strongest in our Wang Yue team. Wang Yue, I and Young Master Qian can't compete in martial arts, this competition, the future of our Wang Yue team will be handed over to you. The drunkard thought for a moment and said.

"Rest assured, we managed to reach the quarterfinals, and we only have a few matches left before we win the national wushu championship. I want to be a national wushu champion and I'm going to try my best. Wang Yue said with serious eyes.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. The drunkard nodded slightly. Then he closed his eyes and continued to practice internal strength, he hoped that he could get better soon, and hoped that he could help Wang Yue's team continue to play.

Because the opponent is a strong team martial arts family, after knowing the results of the competition between the Son of God team and the hero gate team. Wang Yue and the others began to cultivate their true qi intensively again.

They are like students reviewing on the last day before the college entrance examination, a little nervous and a little anxious.

A day later, everyone in Wang Yue's team appeared in the competition.

At this time, it was the last day of September, when everyone from Wang Yue's team appeared on the field, Wang Yue's fans Qingfeng immediately shouted, and many people in the audience were driven by Qingfeng, and when they saw Wang Yue returning to the martial arts arena, they also shouted.

"Come on Wang Yue, come on Wang Yue!"

"Wang Yue, come on!" Han Xihua couldn't help but stand up and shouted with Shen Aoqing and Zhou Qinhao.

"Come on Young Master Qian, come on Young Master Qian!" When a wave of Wang Yue's name was called, a large number of voices calling for Young Master Qian appeared in the martial arts arena. In the last game, Young Master Qian attracted a lot of fans, and even if Young Master Qian couldn't play in this game, many beautiful female warriors still called out Young Master Qian's name.

"Damn! Come on Young Master Qian!" Seeing that Young Master Qian had a lot of female fans, Tang Xiaomei immediately shouted.

"Young Master Qian, come on. "Toyotomi Sakura's beautiful eyes are looking forward to it.

"Team Murong is also here, come on Team Murong!" When Murong Yanran, the eldest lady of the Murong family, appeared in the arena, there was a cry from the audience again.

"Wang Yue's team, please send your first team member to compete. "The referee of the quarterfinals is Evil Wind, a member of the God Group, and he is also a god-level mid-level master.

"The first game. We sent Yuwen God to the stage. Wang Yue sat in the rest area on the side of the ring and said.