Anyone can see that this is a lose-lose competition, but this time Zhao An obviously did not do his best, which made Fang Tong, who was a little weaker, pick up the cheap. (. Biqi House bi qi u) In everyone's speculation, Zhao An was obviously afraid that Fang Tong's old tricks would be repeated, who expected that the other party would seize this gap and strike with all his might, and he would also hit Zhao An hard when he was injured, and the masters who could see it at the scene had to admire Fang Tong's wit, and he could indeed challenge the level unexpectedly, and this experience was also infinitely useful for some old disciples!

The cheers broke out in an all-round way, and the momentum of one after another shook the sky, attracting many idle masters to come and find out.

Fang Tong stood up, stretched out his hand to rub his chest that was still aching, slowly walked to Zhao An's side two meters away and stopped, waved his hand and said, "Zhao An, can you still stand up? If you can't do it, you just admit defeat, and I will let you go!"

"Hmph, don't even think about it! As long as I Zhao An still has a breath left, I will never admit defeat!" Zhao An looked at Fang Tong with that resentful look, waved his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and now he felt that his right hand was numb and it was very difficult to lift it.

Fang Tong noticed many sharp eyes looking at him, and said with a smile in his heart: "Young people should be ambitious, I admire you but despise you! Don't talk nonsense, if you don't want to admit defeat, hurry up and continue to fight, otherwise you will lose if you can't get up in ten breaths!"

The ship Qiu Keyuan is the only grandson Cha to pick up the moon and take the lonely too

The three referees stood up in fear, and respectfully bowed their hands to the comer: "Elder Dai, we don't have a ......" The white-robed old man waved his sleeves and interrupted: "Fart, everyone in the Dan period can sense that the crisis is coming from here, otherwise how could people be attacked in two ways? Which of the Mahayana masters who were watching didn't know that you were secretly attacking, and you shot several times, do you still want to deny it?"

Zhao An originally wanted to take two more breaths to recover from his injuries, but in the face of the old Fang Tong's words and teasing, he was so angry that his internal organs and blood rolled, and he spit out a mouthful of blood again with a poof, and as soon as the blood was spit out, he immediately felt a lot more energetic. He gritted his teeth and stood up, flicked his hands to move the blocked arm, and then quickly raised his breath and threw his fists at Fang Tong, he decided that he had to win quickly.

Fang Tong, who had already been on guard, took two steps back, and then went to the right side to avoid Zhao An's attack, and then stepped on the gossip footwork to counterattack, and with his avoidance and light play, forcing the opponent to retreat step by step. Suddenly, he noticed a familiar gaze implying murderous intent, and used his afterglow to probe the crowd while parrying, and finally found the familiar Wu Bin in the crowd standing in the northeast.

Fang Tong immediately understood why the other party exuded a fiery killing intent in the past, he had fought with Wu Bin in Qifeng Pavilion, and the footwork he was taking now was exactly the same as the original, no wonder the other party had such a move. Because his footwork was his master's original skill on his horizontal arm, it was very different from the one used by other cultivators in Xingchen, and of course, it was difficult to tell if he didn't pay attention to it.

Although Fang Tong didn't know why Wu Bin hated him so much, from the other party's past performance, he could guess that he was the enemy of the other party, otherwise the other party would not have framed him twice and hated him. In order to avoid being recognized by Wu Bin, Fang Tong's footwork has changed a little, no longer avoiding Zhao An's attack in the direction of gossip, sometimes chaotic, sometimes seven-star gossip.

After a hand-to-hand fight, Fang Tong saw that Zhao An was playing more and more cautiously, and many of the false moves he played failed to attract the other party, and immediately understood that the other party had received guidance from a master, otherwise the other party would not have been hit hard by him in the first place. It's a pity that no one can hear this kind of secret whisper, and if it weren't for the voice transmitter by his side, he wouldn't be able to make his divine sense lock the fluctuations of the aura around him.

This kind of contest that is interfered with by others is really not very interesting, and I don't know if the other masters of the sect have noticed it, it stands to reason that the contest is of course fair based on the ability of the contestant, and if outsiders always have to intervene sideways, what chance does he have to win? Yes, didn't the third senior brother say that the bet was made on the periphery? If he wins, won't the dealer lose very badly?

Fang Tong doesn't seem to have heard of anyone who will buy the end of a tie, this time the dealer will definitely obstruct the two sides from separating the winner and loser, the more he thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, he loses money small, and he is so tired that those who support him lose a lot of money, so he will never allow those people to control the win or loss of the competition.

Fang Tong slapped Zhao An with all his strength in a posture of exhaustion, and when the opponent dodged, he rolled on the spot, then bounced up and rushed towards the void, and then turned over and attacked the opponent head-down, while his eyes locked on the martial arts arena below. When he was about to slap Zhao An's raised hands, he finally noticed a dark energy coming from the referee's bench in the south, and he still calculated the position where he fell, if he continued to attack Zhao An, then his chest would be attacked by dark energy. In desperation, he had no choice but to withdraw his hands and hit Dark Jin, and with two bangs in succession, his body was attacked by Dark Jin and Zhao An at the same time.

Fang Tong spat blood on the spot, and his body was shocked and fell to the edge of the competition platform behind him. Several figures followed and swished to land on the south side of the competition platform, and a majestic voice reproached: "Why did the three of you intervene in the competition as referees? Who did the sneak attack plot just now? How do you make your disciples think of you? Is the original intention of the competition still meaningful?"

The three referees stood up in fear, and bowed their hands respectfully to the comer: "Elder Dai, we have no ......" The white-robed old man waved his sleeves and interrupted: "Fart, people in the Dan period can sense that the crisis is coming from here, otherwise how could people be attacked in two ways?

Sun Yuandi hated the cool and then hated the moon, so the ghost was cool

Sun Yuandi hated the cool of the moon and hated the ghost of the moon, or the two sides were tied, so didn't the dealer have to eat it all? Fang Tong didn't seem to have heard of anyone who would buy the ending of the tie, this time the dealer would definitely obstruct the two sides from separating the winners and losers, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he lost a small amount of money, and he was so tired that those colleagues who supported him lost a lot of money, so he would never allow those people to control the wins and losses of the competition.

The enemy's geographical situation is a strange month, and the moon is cool

"Cut, I'll just say that this competition is unfair? It turns out that someone is really secretly playing ghosts, and this time the Tangram is really discredited!

"That's it, and it's the referee who has a problem, this competition is completely unfair, how can we be embarrassed by our disciples!"

The ship is not a ghost of the earth, Sun Shu, Mo Leng Hou Jishu

"Hurry up and remove the referee of the scum, and return the sect to a bright and clear man, so that the fair competition can continue normally!"

In the midst of the cheers, the three referees couldn't raise their heads, and they couldn't explain to Elder Dai in front of them, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the person injured in the competition was attacked from both sides, if no one secretly played ghosts, who would believe it? As for the person who played the dark energy, he didn't expect Fang Tong's sense of crisis to be strong, and he could react and compete with the dark energy, although the goal was achieved, his identity was exposed.

Sun Qiu is far from cool

The enemy is not far away, and the only ship is set sail by the sun

Many onlookers were worried about Fang Tong's safety, but fortunately, they saw the other party climb up after a while, which made them feel a lot more relieved. And Fang Tong just wanted to find out the person who had a secret hand, so he desperately injured himself to attract others to intervene, as for Zhao An's attack was not particularly strong, the dark energy was also partially resisted by him, he could have not vomited blood, in order to let people know that his strength was limited, he had to force out a mouthful of blood, so as to win the sympathy of the master, otherwise he might not be able to win if he fought for another hour.

"Hmph, don't even think about it! As long as I Zhao An still has a breath left, I will never admit defeat!" Zhao An looked at Fang Tong with that resentful look, waved his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and now he felt that his right hand was numb and it was very difficult to lift it.

Fang Tong clutched his chest and walked to the referee's seat, arching his hand and said, "Elders, can the competition between the disciple and Zhao An continue?"

The white-robed old man turned around and asked, "Can you still hold on to your injuries?" If not, you can try again another day!"

Fang Tong heard others call the old man in front of him Elder Dai, because the other party's status was noble and not easy to stare at, so he didn't see the other party's appearance too clearly, he lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Elder Dai, the disciple can hold on, and the disciple doesn't want this competition to give up halfway, let alone let others down, as long as no one else comes to sneak attack, it's still no problem to persist until the winner is decided." ”

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