Before the start of the third game, the performance of the Shiyan cheerleaders seemed weak. There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and there was a lot of noise, all of which were discussing the performance of the Shiyan martial arts team. Obviously, their martial arts are far from meeting the audience's expectations of them. Before the game, the audience even thought that Shiyan's formation was enough to defeat the Inhuman team. Now, no one can beat it? This is simply a national shame, far worse than the rebel martial arts disciples, and even far worse than the Xiance Martial Arts School.

At the beginning of the third game, Zhang Aoran was guarded by the two Shiyan soldiers. He had completely lost the confidence to face the demon god Zeng Chongjiu head-on.

In this game, Zeng Chongjiu had lost all respect and patience for the Shiyan Martial Arts Team, he inserted Fang Tian's painting halberd on the ground, and rushed into Shiyan's Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation alone, braving a round of flying sword slashes, and rushed in the direction where Zhang Aoran was.

Zhang Aoran's face was pale, but he didn't dare to retreat, he just stood trembling, looking at Zeng Chongjiu with empty eyes as he ran closer and closer.

"Captain, change formation!"

"Hurry up and change the formation!

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Zhang Aoran, wake me up!" The sound was transmitted into Miriyu Nanxian roared angrily.

However, Zhang Aoran looked at Zeng Chongjiu's fierce and vicious appearance, thinking of the ugliness of his own flying in the air in the first game, his heart was panicked and anxious, he suddenly roared, pushed away the double soldier next to him, turned around and ran again.

You Nanxian saw that he was so seedless, so angry that he flew his sword and slashed at his leg. Zhang Aoran knelt on the ground, turned his head to see that Zeng Chongjiu had already kicked the double soldier, grabbed his legs, picked him up as a one-legged bronze man, and launched a fierce sweep towards the surrounding Shiyan team members.

The fifteen members of the Shiyan martial arts team fell again, and this time, many viewers actually stood up and applauded Zeng Chongjiu.

"What bullshit flying sword technique, what bullshit true martial arts seven interception formation, Hua Shang, your martial arts are like this!" Zeng Chongjiu stood on the green field of the Supreme Courtyard, looking up to the sky and roaring, "Huaguo martial arts can't compare to our spirit clan!"

"Long live the Chief!" cheered the fourteen Inhumans standing on the field. This time, Zeng Chongjiu and 1 people fought against 15 people from Huaguo, and swept in three rounds, showing the strength of the Spirit Clan. Today's Zeng Chongjiu is extremely serious, personally going into battle to fight, every move is full of energy, and he has achieved the ultimate perfection of the martial arts of the Overlord of Western Chu. This is the great commander they are willing to die for in the future.

"Zhang Aoran escaped from the battle, it's simply insulting to martial arts!" This time, even the professional commentator Xu Yifan couldn't look at it.

"It's really a shame for the country, Ouyang Senior's eyes are unparalleled, and he can see through his essence at a glance!" Feng Shuang was so angry that she dropped the water cup on the ground.

"I boldly predict that Zhang Aoran will blame his teammates or our Hua Wuxiang for everything that happened today. Ouyang Song sneered, squinting at Hua Shang, who was speechless with a green face, "Because, this kind of person is like this." ”

A loud "boom" suddenly came, which frightened Xu Yifan and Feng Shuang to jump on the chair at the same time. Hua Shang smashed his fist on the commentary platform, directly digging a big hole. As soon as he picked up the microphone from his body, he turned and rushed out of the lecture room.

"I'll go, it's over!" Ouyang Song was so frightened that he hurriedly took off the microphone and rushed out. Just now, he kept arching the fire, just subconsciously venting himself, but he didn't expect to provoke Hua Shang. This thing has a bright future, don't do anything stupid! Ouyang Song spread his legs and chased after Hua Shang. But he found that Hua Shang ran too fast, and there was no solution to flying on the waves!

Huashang went on a rampage, attracting a large number of reporters on the field at once, and everyone rushed to the direction of the commentary desk, trying to understand the truth as soon as possible. But Hua Shang's figure instantly broke away from the commentary platform and rushed towards the lounge of the Shiyan martial arts team.

Big news!Headlines!Promotions!Year-end bonuses!As soon as they saw the direction of this matter, all media reporters went crazy. They rushed towards the direction of Huashang's run, you pushed me, you fought for me.

Hua Shang rushed to the Shiyan lounge, turned around and kicked the door of the lounge, and the whole person rushed in with the door panel. The guards and staff at the gate were stunned and didn't have time to react. It wasn't until a large number of reporters rushed to the scene that they woke up from a dream and subconsciously stretched out their arms to block reporters from entering.

But Hua Shang had already found Zhang Aoran who was shrunk in the corner of the wall in the lounge, grabbed him up, and slammed him against the wall: "You Zhang Aoran?"

"Hua, Hua, Huashang......" Zhang Aoran didn't expect Huashang to really come to him, his heart was broken, and he didn't have the heart to resist at all.

"Is it that you want to compete with me for the Flying Sword Grandmaster?" Hua Shang roared fiercely, "Is this how you fight for the Grandmaster?"

"I can't help it, he is at the peak of the fourth order, the demon god has descended, I can't beat it, I can't beat it......" Zhang Aoran screamed.

"What is your fart!What is a martial artist, when you are on the field, you have to fight if you can't fight, and you have to fight if you die, otherwise you will be a bullshit warrior!" Hua Shang hissed and roared, "You came to the upper courtyard, are you here to brag? Are you here to stink? Are you here to travel?"

"I ...... I didn't expect to win the handsome like this, I just wanted to fulfill everyone's dream of going to the upper house. I've done it and I just want to go home. I don't want to fight anymore, I really don't want to fight anymore, wow......" Zhang Aoran cried loudly.

None of the Shiyan team members in the lounge dared to look at him and Hua Shang. There is such a martial minister, they are all so ashamed and desperate that they can't raise their heads. Zhang Aoran brought them into the upper courtyard, and at the same time brought them into the tomb of the warrior. After this war, they will be a national shame.

"Do you think you are fighting for yourself and for your martial arts school? Do you know how many teams that were originally expected to qualify have been buried along the way in Shiyan?" Hua Shang was furious, and his voice was torn, "Do you remember the opponents eliminated in the first round and the second round? Do you remember the opponents eliminated in the Jingchu Special Zone? Do you remember the hugging and crying on the field?"

"......" Zhang Aoran lowered his head, trembling all over, his hands clenched into fists tightly.

"Every bit of glory you get is watered with the blood of thousands of regrets, how many geniuses have decayed, and you are fighting with the dreams of all the losers! You still have the face to run away!" Hua Shang roared, "My flying sword technique, in your hands, what a waste!"

Hua Shang threw Zhang Aoran to the ground. Zhang Aoran burst into tears, knelt on the ground, and did not dare to raise his head.

"Except for him, don't you have anyone to be a martial artist?" Hua Shang's voice became calm. He has lost all confidence in Zhang Aoran.

You Nanxian, who was standing beside him, said with a embarrassed face: "This ...... We are in a ...... situation."

"Yes! I!" a delicate female voice sounded in the corner of the room, and a little girl who looked no more than sixteen years old stood up and looked at Hua Shang bravely.

"You would-be martial artist?" Hua Shang frowned slightly. It is very abnormal for a quasi-martial artist to participate in a team in the upper court. But it was not without precedent before, Sui Ruoying once participated in the name of assistant coach.

"No! A first-order martial artist, an explorer level 10, I can go into battle. The girl said firmly.

"Sister! Absolutely not! I won't allow it! You'll really be killed if you go into battle. Zeng Chongjiu is too terrible, and the town has no time to save you. Zhang Aoran hurriedly got up from the ground.

"Brother, you are not qualified to order me. The girl gave him a disdainful look, "Hua Wuxiang is right, we are not here to play for ourselves. You are sorry for those who were defeated by you, and I must pay your debts. ”

Her words made Zhang Aoran's face rise like a Fuji apple in an instant. The insults of all the people in the world are not as good as my sister's "no qualifications"!

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