In the ring, as the name appeared on the big screen, Long Wuteng and another martial artist came on stage simultaneously.

Long Wuteng held a spear in his hand, and while walking, his momentum continued to rise.

Coming in front of him was a very short warrior.

Seeing this person's weapon, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Nine-section whip.

An unpopular weapon.

This fat man's weapon was not held in his hand, but wrapped around his waist, and, in terms of appearance, Long Wuteng simply threw this person hundreds of streets.

Long Wuteng had long hair, a cold complexion, and was born with a sense of arrogance.

At this moment, with Long Wuteng on the field, the female students watching the battle below were also boiling.

"So handsome, this man. ”

"No, do you know him? I want to chase him. ”

"It seems to be a freshman, and people may prefer the senior sister to the senior sister. ”

"How do you know if you don't chase it, remember to help me get contact information when you go back." ”

......

All kinds of discussions, one after another, these female students, full of, are no one.

Zhang Xiaoyu was helpless.

With strong mental power, these words came into his ears almost uncontrollably.

Looking at Long Wuteng, and then thinking of the reputation he left in school, Zhang Xiaoyu's face turned dark.

"It's all a good thing that this guy did in Pi Chengdao. ”

muttered, without thinking about it anymore, the information of the two people was displayed on the screen, and there was nothing eye-catching.

Long Wuteng held a spear in his hand, his eyes were cold.

The little boy opposite, his eyes were rolling and he kept looking at Long Wuteng.

"I said, junior brother, you are so handsome, you can eat with your face, why do you still fight in this ring?

It's better for you to admit defeat and let my brother win.

In case I can't stop it at that time and hurt my junior's face, it won't be good.

Everyone is a classmate, your realm is lower than mine, and I'm embarrassed to make a dead hand, junior thinks, isn't this the truth? ”

The little man didn't rush to make a move, while looking at Long Wuteng, he smiled dryly and said.

"There are only warriors who die in battle, there are no cowards who retreat, flee before fighting, this is not my style, senior, please advise. ”

Long Wuteng was helpless, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense at the moment.

There are a lot of wonders in Wuda, yesterday I didn't even know who the opponent was to advance, and today is good, with an opponent, but how to look at the other party is also a wonder.

Does every normal person come out and fight with himself?

"Since the junior brother is unwilling, then the elder brother is offended. ”

This little man martial artist spread his hands helplessly, one brother at a time, and Long Wuteng's face was pale.

"Look at the move. ”

While the crowd was still talking, the little man moved.

Long Wuteng's pupils shrank sharply.

This little martial artist is too fast, almost much faster than a martial artist of the same level, and when he acts, he is like a leather ball, which seems clumsy, but in fact, his movements are extremely fast.

In the process of rushing forward, the nine-section whip in his hand has become straight under the blessing of the power of qi and blood.

Long Wuteng's expression was solemn, and he didn't dare to be careless at this moment.

After all, the other party was a martial artist at the peak of the high-level war general realm, and Long Wuteng didn't dare to be careless.

With a sweep of the spear in his hand, there was a faint sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan, Long Wuteng stepped on his feet, and the whole person jumped high, and the tip of the spear stabbed into the opponent's chest.

The little warrior is not in a hurry.

When Long Wuteng's spear was about to stab him, the nine-section whip that had originally turned into a spear softened again and wrapped around Long Wuteng's spear.

The power of blood and qi exploded.

The nine-section whip was like a poisonous snake, entangling Long Wuteng's spear, and at the same time, the tip of the whip was automatically stretched and stabbed towards Long Wuteng.

Long Wuteng's face remained unchanged, he snorted coldly, slapped the body of the gun with one hand, and a golden light suddenly burst out.

While.

With a crisp sound, the body of the gun trembled violently, and swung away the opponent's nine-section whip.

At this moment, the other party's door was wide open, Long Wuteng's face was happy, and without thinking, he drew his gun and stabbed.

A look of panic flashed on the little warrior's face, and the nine-section whip became a little stiff at the moment because of the previous golden light, and he didn't listen to his call at all.

Seeing that the spear in Long Wuteng's hand was about to stab the little warrior, everyone shook their heads, feeling that the outcome of this game had been decided.

And at this moment, a sly smile suddenly flashed in the eyes of this little martial artist.

Long Wuteng secretly screamed that it was not good.

The next moment, I saw that there was suddenly a slender soft sword in the opponent's hand, stabbing at Long Wuteng's neck like lightning.

At this moment, the two are very close.

Long Wuteng couldn't dodge at all, and when this sword went down, Long Wuteng was afraid that he would directly let him pierce his neck and die on the spot.

Even if the other party stops and Long Wuteng doesn't die, it will be a serious injury and he will lose this game.

At this moment, Long Wuteng's eyes suddenly became brighter.

A low roar came out of his throat, and then, a layer of golden light suddenly erupted from Long Wuteng's body, and the skin on his neck actually seemed to have turned into gold at this moment, full of a metallic texture.

After doing all this, the little man's soft sword also stabbed Long Wuteng's neck.

Zila.

The screeching sound of metal grinding sounded one after another.

A look of pain flashed across Long Wuteng's face, and his body retreated sharply.

The little martial artist took the opportunity to kick Long Wuteng in the chest, and also distanced himself from the other party.

Standing still, Long Wuteng touched his neck, and suddenly felt a little afraid.

In that case, if it weren't for his cultivation of the Long family's secret technique, I am afraid that he would have already turned into a corpse.

"Hidden sword, mean. ”

Long Wuteng took a bite, and his eyes became more and more cold.

The little warrior laughed dryly, and the soft sword in his hand disappeared again, and he didn't know where it was hidden.

Long Wuteng's eyes flickered, and then he spoke: "Today, I will not die." ”

After finishing speaking, Long Wuteng didn't bother to talk nonsense, the spear in his hand shook, and then, the golden light that had just disappeared appeared again.

The golden light kept flickering, and the sound of a dragon's roar faintly came from Long Wuteng's body.

And the spear in his hand actually became illusory at this moment, and the power of violent qi and blood converged above his head, and finally formed a blood-colored spear.

Long Wuteng jumped high and grabbed the blood-colored spear, and at the same time, the spear in his hand fused with the blood-colored spear.

"The dragon of the dragon family has eighteen blows. ”

The face of the little warrior became extremely ugly.

Then, without waiting for Long Wuteng to attack, his feet moved and ran into the distance.

"Lao Tzu doesn't fight, this is still a hammer, the people of the six major families, they have nothing to do to participate in the qualifiers, and when I meet you, I am unlucky.

Lao Tzu admits defeat, it's okay, I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend, I slipped away. ”

The little warrior ran extremely fast.

Long Wuteng's face was dazed, and he was almost about to vomit blood.

Temo's Lao Tzu has completed his transformation, what do you mean, you turn around and run, what do you mean?

The battle, and so it ended.

Long Wuteng was in a complicated mood, he won the game, but he felt that he had lost something else.