A monk dressed in a white robe with a solemn face sent a box, and there were three **** handkerchiefs in the box, which determined the order of appearance.

Qin Tianyi, who was sitting at the front, was the first to get up, picked up the first **** handkerchief, took it away, and calmly threw it aside, and said calmly: "I'm very sorry, I have a bye in this game." ”

It was pure luck, Qin Hao didn't necessarily feel so lonely. He stood up, smiled, put his cuffs level with his chest, bowed to Qin Fusu, and said slowly, "I'm really sorry." ”

I'm sorry, why I'm sorry? The people in the audience were puzzled, like the saint of the Ageless Peak of the Snow Mountain, she couldn't understand the meaning of Qin Hao's words.

Concubine Li couldn't see the expression on her face, but her brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and she secretly wondered in her heart: "What kind of apology is this, it's clear that the ......fight hasn't started yet."

Among all of them, only Qin Fusu understood the meaning behind this "sorry". That was Qin Hao's apology to himself for his defeat when he knew in advance that he would win.

Of course, this is by no means arrogant. Because from Qin Hao's clear and calm eyes, he could really see a deep apology.

So, Qin Fusu got angry. He even forgot to return the salute, glared at Qin Hao with fire-breathing eyes, lowered his voice, and said threateningly: "Don't underestimate me, otherwise you will die an ugly death!"

Even, even Qin Fusu didn't know why he was so angry.

He was well aware that doing so would make him appear uncultured and polite, and would be looked down upon by the people sitting in the audience. But even so, he couldn't help but do it.

A good apology, but was met with bad words. Qin Hao frowned, but didn't complain anything, just turned around and walked off the stage, standing in the middle of the circular square.

The moment he stood on the field, Qin Hao's mind was also in a trance. He vaguely remembered that Sister Xiaolan said yesterday that he should obediently obey the arrangement and not resist.

What she said will definitely be fulfilled, because from the beginning to the present, Sister Xiaolan has never done a thing, she is a god-like existence......

The seemingly simple selection competition has become the focus of all the contradictions and doubts that Qin Hao has gathered. Vaguely, Qin Hao also sensed that things should not develop smoothly as he thought.

It's just that he didn't expect that such a blurry and trance expression finally completely angered Qin Fusu! His own sense of existence was extremely weak, and now being ignored by ** naked added to the tension and panic in his heart.

When people are nervous and helpless and fearful to a certain extent, the suppression of negative emotions will turn into madness. For example, Qin Fusu, whose face was flushed, holding a spear, was murderous.

The power of azure thunder wrapped his body, which seemed to add a little courage to Qin Fusu. He pointed his spear at Qin Hao, and said in a cold voice: "You will pay the price for your arrogance." ”

He was majestic, his black hair danced in the wind, and the aura of the blood realm emanated, like a god of war.

Looking at Qin Hao, he was still standing calmly, not even drawing his sword. The breath is restrained. Coarse cloth shirts, hair tied with strips of green cloth, no different from ordinary people.

Before the battle, the strength and weakness have been divided. It can even be said that the gap is as wide as one in the sky and one in the ground.

His son was so unbearable, King Qin also felt a little embarrassed, so he frowned and entered the posture of closing his eyes and recuperating again.

The Decepticon Bow and the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Peak of the Snow Mountain, still looking at the scenery from afar, completely ignored this competition. Because...... It was originally a battle that was won or lost.

The only one who was staring at the venue of the competition was Concubine Li. Her beautiful and noble face was slightly disgusted, and she squinted at the state of the battle.

The battle situation condensed slightly, Qin Hao's right hand touched the short knife on his waist, and said calmly: "You can make a move." ”

This time, Qin Fusu finally couldn't contain his anger, burst into a shout, and rushed towards Qin Hao with a howling wind.

There is a saying called annoyance and anger, and it is not an exaggeration to describe Qin Fusu at this time. It's just that his shame doesn't all stem from Qin Hao's lack of attention, a large part of the reason is from his own fear......

He spoke ill of each other, but Qin Hao was not angry. He urged a surging spiritual power, and Qin Hao did not panic.

Qin Hao seemed to have predicted the outcome, just quietly waiting for the incident to happen. This attitude really made Qin Fusu feel terrified.

The spear was like a dragon, surging and galloping, surging towards Qin Hao from all directions. In the next moment, Qin Hao was about to be stabbed into a pair of minced meat.

This moment...... Qin Hao moved. He didn't summon the Xue Lan Sword, and he didn't even draw the short knife at his waist. Just seeing with your eyes and hearing with your ears is enough.

The seemingly turbulent spear, in Qin Hao's eyes, slowed down countless times. He could even easily reach out and grab the tip of the spear and snatch it in his hand.

However, he did not do so. Just dodge with a few complicated moves. Because seizing a weapon in the course of a contest is an extremely humiliating thing.

There is no injustice or enmity with Qin Fusu, Qin Hao doesn't need to be so desperate. Therefore, in the dodge, he lowered his voice a little, and said in general: "Admit defeat, you can't beat me." ”

Qin Fusu, who had still reserved and did not use all his strength, heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and all the spiritual power was poured into the spear, and he shouted: "The crescent moon sweeps!"

The spear was full of spiritual power, like a blue dragon, and swept towards Qin Hao.

This trick is very familiar to Qin Hao. This is recorded in the Treasure Pavilion, called the Zhao family's marksmanship, which is the top grade of the Yellow Order, and the life and death moves used to kill the enemy in battle, among which the most powerful move is this crescent moon sweep.

If you want to hide at this time, you can't avoid it. Qin Hao changed his gestures and ran the Emperor Destroying Strike, compressing the blood to four times, and his spiritual power was running wildly, his palm was fast enough to cut through the air, making a piercing and sharp sonic boom.

In an instant, Qin Hao slapped a total of twelve palms in the center of the spear. When its speed slowed down, Qin Hao jumped lightly and easily dodged.

After urging the strongest blow, Qin Fusu was a little out of breath. He took a step back and stared at Qin Hao with panic and disbelief in his eyes.

With just one blow, he deeply knew the power in it, but he never thought that it would be so easily dissolved by Qin Hao.

After exercising for a while, I finally sweated a little. So, Qin Hao pulled out the short knife from his waist, held it in his right hand, held the dagger in his left hand, and looked directly at Qin Fusu with his immature and handsome little face, and asked calmly: "Since you know that you can't beat me, why do you have to delay for so long?"