The player in the blue shirt quickly nodded very humbly in a round of applause, and left the field with a slight smile.

Next to appear are a pair of men in black.

Xiao Yu twisted his head, looked at the void on his side, and smiled back slightly.

It is said that it is extremely common for ordinary martial arts practitioners to crawl on the mud ground and their clothes are not neat enough.

In general, wearing gray clothes and black clothes that are not dirty is almost enough, where are there still people who are so sullen, and when it comes to the formal martial arts competition, they wear a plain white coat to play.

Of course, if it is in the film and television works in the previous life, there are naturally many people who come out in white coats to show off.

However, Xiao Yu still privately believes that it is extremely inconsistent with some of the usual daily habits.

Except for those damn two-devils.

When it comes to showmanship, generally, it is what those literati and like to do, but as a martial artist who pays attention to reality, this kind of thing is generally disdainful to do.

In Xiao Yu's mind, at this moment, countless thoughts turned around, but he still only smiled silently.

The pair of men in black in the ring still showed very amazing strength. Xiao Yu was a little stunned.

Since I went to the Zhongdi Academy where I lived, I met nothing more than Xiahou Yuan and other guys who were not very popular, especially the blue-eyed appreciation of several sect heads.

However, seriously looking back at the kung fu of these two individuals on the stage, Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel a little respectful from the bottom of his heart.

Only then did I deeply understand what it means to choose a general among the dwarfs.

Skipping the predetermined range of picking up new students in a year, and then looking at the heroic life of others on the stage, Xiao Yu felt that Nangong Ping's nervousness about his own practice these days was really right.

In the first few moments, even if you want to beat the pair of black-clothed people in front of you, I'm afraid, it's a little difficult, right?

When thinking like this, Xiao Yu's back was inevitably swishing with a little sweat, a thin cold sweat.

"The one on the left may be a virtual point, and there is already some lack of strength, but I'm afraid that within these few moves, I will be defeated."

Someone was on the side again, and explained lightly.

Xiao Yu's eyes widened in surprise.

Running out of energy? Can this also be seen with the naked eye?

The two in the ring are still fighting fiercely.

It's just that after being reminded by someone, Xiao Yu took a closer look, and sure enough, he found that the man in black on the left had not reduced the fist style in his hand, but his footwork was a little stiff and floating.

Xiao Yu could only sigh secretly and nodded slightly.

The image of defeat has appeared, and sure enough, time is running out.

In the next second, the man in black on the right hand, after dodging a sword with an expressionless face, suddenly burst forward, and after a sword stabbed out, by the way, he used a sweeping leg.

The man on the left hand, dodging the oncoming sword, was too far to dodge the sweeping leg that swept almost at the same time.

The long sword in his hand was knocked out like a stray arrow, and the man in black with a vague gait was immediately kicked off the stage like a big black bird with folded wings, in a rather shrunken posture.

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