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Chapter Twenty-Eight

As Lan expected, Teng Mo lost, not so much in the hands of Gao Feng, but in his own hands, from the beginning, he underestimated Gao Feng, did not show all his strength and peak state to treat the game, and when he reacted, the situation was out of control.

defeated Teng Mo, Gao Feng's popularity skyrocketed, and there was no one in the limelight in the three groups.

The contestants in the other groups couldn't help but pay attention to Gao Feng, it was not that there were no powerful young masters on their side, the reason was the opposite, it was because the masters on their side were so powerful, so that the game was not suspenseful at all, and the results could be guessed with it, and the evenly matched, high-level games like Teng Mo and Gao Feng have not happened a few times so far.

"That Gao Feng is very powerful, and he is also very lucky, staying in the three groups with no masters."

"Yes! Of the twelve groups, five are known as the Death Groups, with a large number of masters, and three are the safest groups, and the contestants inside are also the most likely to advance. ”

"In any case, your own strength is the most important thing, in the first stage of the knockout, there will be twelve people from each group to advance, and then any two combinations will be combined into a group to start the second stage of the knockout round, at that time, twelve people will be eliminated out of twenty-four."

"Whoever can come out of the group stage doesn't have a few tricks to press the bottom of the box, I can already imagine the cruelty of the second stage of the knockout round, every game will not be easy."

The game starts one after another, and ends one after another, the speed is unexpectedly fast, many games solve the battle within ten moves, and some people simply admit defeat, of course, this situation is a small probability after all, and most of the battles have to be about a hundred moves to determine the winner.

Outside of the competition, Lan Yi paid attention to a few familiar people from time to time, such as Chu Haoting, Yun Hexuan, Chu Tianqi, Zhukong and others.

Except for Chu Tianqi, no one else needed to worry at all, and so far, no one had been able to survive ten moves from these three people.

Especially chasing the air, and moving mercilessly. The murderous spirit is vertical and horizontal, but the moves are very open, and it feels very peculiar.

This situation lasted about three or four rounds, finally, someone chose to admit defeat, and it was a young master who was not too big or small, in this regard, others did not show a look of contempt, Xu Jing's strength is obvious to all, there is no vanity, not to mention that what makes them headache is that the main control and the move is wide open and close, and likes to force the opponent to fight hard with her, so that even after a hard fight, no matter how strong the person is, he can't stand it, his bones and muscles are sore, which will inevitably affect the later games, and what surprises them is, Looking emaciated, he kept his face red and out of breath, as if the previous battle was nothing more than a drizzle.

Compared with these three people, Chu Tianqi's game was much more difficult, and after four rounds of matches, he lost two games and won two games, which was considered decent.

She can't be blamed for the two losses, the opponent's strength is more than one and a half points higher than him, even if he plays at a super level, there is no hope of winning. As for winning those two games, it was not easy, the first game was more than 200 rounds to determine the winner, the second game can be called evenly matched, no, Chu Tianqi is slightly inferior to the other party, the game began, has been pressed and beaten, and when it came to more than 400 rounds, Chu Tianqi seized the opponent's flaws, thundered back, completely reversed the situation, and won the final victory.

"This session is not only the heyday of the genius battle competition, but also the heyday of my Eastern Emperor Bazhou generation!" In the first row of the audience, Mo Li said with emotion.

Mo Gui nodded, "Not to mention other veteran young masters, the young disciples of Truman, this one who came out of nowhere has grown up, coupled with Lan Yi, an unborn genius, can be called a rare heyday in a thousand years." ”

"Huh! Lan Yi's game began. ”

The two stopped talking and looked at the three groups of martial arts platforms.

On the stage.

Lan Yi stood fifty meters away from his opponent, and his opponent was none other than Feng Zhenglong, a disciple of the God of War Temple.

"Wen Zimo, don't think that if you cultivate one level higher than me, you can easily defeat me, for this genius battle competition, I have prepared a lot of tricks." Feng Zhenglong was very jealous of Lan Yi, if it was other contestants, he would not bother to speak, and stupidly told the other party that he had prepared a trick, but in the face of Lan Yi, Feng Zhenglong did not dare to be careless, he hoped that the other party would shrink back when he knew that he had a trick hidden, and he would lose his weight first.

Lan Yi smiled secretly, how could she not know Feng Zhenglong's thoughts, of course, this kind of recipe seems simple, but it is actually quite practical, but it is a pity that the wrong object is used.

"Okay, let's talk about it so much, the game will end soon, let's shoot!" Lan Yi decided to make a quick decision, she really had no interest in grinding with Feng Zhenglong, because the other party and herself were not at the same level at all.

"You!"

Feng Zhenglong's face turned red, Lan Yi's impatient tone made him angry, since when will he Feng Zhenglong be looked down upon?

"Demon fire world, give it to me!"

With a roar, Feng Zhenglong's battle qi ran to the limit, and the dark red battle qi stretched out from his body like the wings of an eagle, and then a huge battle qi eagle claw broke through the air and struck, exuding an ancient and evil aura.

Kiss!

I didn't see how Lan Yi made a move, I only saw a flash of light, the battle qi eagle claw shattered, and Lan Yi pressed towards Feng Zhenglong step by step.

"Damn."

Feng Zhenglong was taken aback, although he knew that the magic fire world could not block Lan Yi's counterattack, but it was still beyond his expectations to be defeated in an instant, his heart was beating violently, Feng Zhenglong was a little flustered, but when he saw Lan Yi walking towards him step by step, his panic was replaced by anger, he was too arrogant, do you really think I didn't do anything with you?

"Demon Fire Manifestation Fist!"

With his right foot stepping forward, Feng Zhenglong clenched his fists and blasted out from the middle, the furious dark red battle qi was arranged in a unique and weird route, all poured into the fist, and the next moment, the terrifying eagle cry sounded, and a red demon eagle with a slightly vague image flew out, Feng Zhenglong only hit the claws of the demon eagle before, and now in a fit of anger, the entire demon eagle was simulated, and the power increased by not one or two points, at least more than fifty percent, no wonder he was somewhat confident.

"Look at how you ......" Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhenglong's expression froze, and in his sight, the extremely violent Demon Fire Eagle had not yet spread its wings, and it was cut in two by Lan Yi's palm knife and turned into nothingness, and then, the dazzling battle qi light filled his vision, and he couldn't see anything.

Poof!

The battle qi of the protective body shattered, and Feng Zhenglong flew out in a faint and crashed into the inky blue light curtain.

One move to kill!

Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone in the God of War Temple were not very good-looking, Feng Zhenglong lost too quickly, which caught them off guard, although Feng Zhenglong was only a disciple of the branch hall in name, but the failure was so simple, it should make their faces a little dull.

"Feng Zhenglong is not unjustly lost, and he is not at the same level at all." An old man in the Temple of the God of War frowned and glanced at Lan Yi who was in the end.

"Wen Zimo wins!"

After reporting the results of the game, the three groups of referees touched their chins and smiled slightly, originally thought that they had seen through Lan Yi, but now it seems that Feng Zhenglong, who has a great hope of competing for the top seventy-two places, can't even catch his moves, seriously speaking, there is no problem of receiving moves at all, because Feng Zhenglong didn't even see how the moves came over.

"In this way, he should be the first in the three groups of points!"

It is already a well-known thing that there are no great young masters in the three groups, otherwise the three groups of judges would not dare to assert this.

In the audience and in the audience, everyone who saw this battle was very surprised and talked eagerly.

"It's another one that's well hidden, and the speed of that move is so fast.

"Originally, I thought that the three groups were just one Gao Feng and Teng Mo, but now I don't dare to think so, at least, this one named Wen Zimo is not under Gao Feng, and his strength may be better than him."

"Well, I think so too, he made a move too fast, even I was startled, I just don't know how much strength I used."

"I guess it only took seven or eight percent!"

Listening to everyone's words in his ears, Gao Feng shook his head secretly, he didn't think that this person used seven or eight percent of his strength, and it was estimated that he might not even reach sixty percent of his strength, which was a terrible match, of course, if he used sixty percent of his strength, Gao Feng still had three percent of the certainty of defeating the other party, and he was afraid that the other party would not even use sixty percent of his strength, so it would be terrifying.

"It shouldn't be so ****!"

Gao Feng shook his head again and looked solemnly at Lan Yi, a contestant who might meet in the group stage.

Many people in the Pharmacist Alliance also watched Lan Yi's game just now, and one of them really couldn't help it, and asked, "You, how much strength did you use?" ”

"Half of half of it!"

Everyone looked at each other, they knew that being able to participate in the genius battle itself represented strength, but the pharmacist's combat power has always been weak, I didn't expect it to be so strong, half of half, that is not even three percent of the strength is not used, the opponent is Feng Zhenglong, who was ranked fifty-ninth in the last genius battle, at this moment, Lan Yi is a lot stranger in their eyes, completely strange in strength.

The people who were still dissatisfied with Lan Yi are all honest at the moment, and there is a strangeness called the gap!

"In the fifth game, Wen Zimo vs. Cui Qiang!"

"I throw in the towel!"

Lan Yi's strength is obvious to all, and the first contestant to admit defeat appears.

In this regard, Chu Tianqi's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Next, you have to relax, except for a few people in the three groups, basically no one is your opponent, rather than wasting time to be killed by you in seconds, it is better to accumulate physical strength and spirit to deal with the contestants who can be dealt with." ”

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