By the way, by this time, Uncle Deng, do you know that you are afraid?

If so, it is you who has the advantage, and it is our Xiao Yu who retreats step by step, Uncle Deng, at that time, will you choose to let Xiao Yu go? !

Not to mention others, the fate of Hong Bo can be known!

Another wave of dizziness hit.

Xiao Yu didn't hesitate anymore, and stabbed the Chixiao Sword in his hand at that Deng Weipeng's shoulder without hesitation!

After unceremoniously breaking his pipa bone in one fell swoop, Xiao Yu lifted the sturdy and heavy body of Deng Weipeng, who was trembling, over the top!

Up and down the ring, there was a sudden silence.

Xiao Yu first smiled slightly in the direction of the head of Lu Jiao in the middle.

Fortunately, Sect Leader Lu, at the last moment, the disciple finally barely held on, and before he fell, he restrained the opponent!

After that, no matter what happens to you, it's worth it, and there's nothing to regret anymore.

Thank you, Ken personally came to help the disciples!

turned around slightly, and Xiao Yu had another Hongbo fan group.

Because of Hong Bo's defeat in the ring, his originally thick and dense fan group has become a lot thinner when he sees it.

Probably, many people couldn't accept the fact that Hong Bo failed fiasco, and they all left silently, right?

It doesn't matter, your regrets, Xiao Yu will help solve them!

Ignoring the screams and shouts of many people, Xiao Yu's arms shook and threw the heavy body of Deng Weipeng in his hand towards Hong Bo's original fan group position.

It is said that in the way of others, the voice of the other is also governed!

At first, didn't you treat people like this?

Xiao Yu wants this time, is there anyone willing to reach out and intercept you who fell to the ground hard!

As expected, in the midst of a burst of miserable screams, the place where Deng Weipeng landed last quickly vacated a large piece of open space.

Those fans who were originally a lively scene, who didn't want to be hit by Deng Weipeng's heavy body who fell to the ground, all screamed one after another and quickly avoided it.

On the field, there are only a few rows of high and low benches, and a few cloth shoes that have fallen off.

Deng Weipeng fell like a bombshell, in addition to smashing several rows of benches, he also took his square head into a red, purple and purple pig's head.

The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding quietly.

In an instant, blood smeared his features, limbs, and the dirt beneath him.

Leaning on the railing of the ring, Xiao Yu smiled lightly with satisfaction, wiped the Chixiao Sword in his hand, and slowly withdrew it into the scabbard.

In this way, it seems that I have no opponents, right?

This time, the championship should be won by himself, a first-year dark horse freshman, right?!

Thinking silently, Xiao Yu felt that the roar in his own head sounded again.

I just vaguely heard someone knocking a gong in his ear and announcing loudly:

"The champion of this academy competition is Chi Yu, a first-year freshman!"

Then, as soon as his body weakened, Xiao Yu waved his hand again with great effort, and finally lay down softly.

Mmmm, I'm so sleepy.

Why is this damn body so hot......

It's just a little hot......

It's a bit unbearable......

Xiao Yu before passing out was in a daze, thinking like this......