"I don't know."

Zi Yanhong shook her head and opened her mouth to say, "Maybe it's hidden somewhere." ”

While talking, the two walked into the competition area.

"Click!"

Just as the two of them walked into the competition area, the iron fence of the competition area, which was originally wide open, suddenly closed tightly.

"It's about to begin."

Zi Yanhong reminded.

Du Zhong nodded.

The time came to a quarter past nine in the morning.

"Woo Woo ......"

The whole venue was extremely noisy, and when everyone in the competition area was resting, several bursts of wind suddenly sounded.

The crowd turned their eyes to it.

I saw that in the sky above the venue, there were seven figures, flying from seven directions, and they all settled in the center of the ring.

"They are the hosts of the tournament."

Zi Yanhong looked at the seven old men in the ring and opened her mouth.

Du Zhong looked up.

I saw that seven old men stood in a row in the ring.

There are three old men in purple robes and gray hair on the left and right, and in the center is an old man with a dragon's head crutch in his hand, silver hair and beard, and an extremely ruddy face.

"His name is Ling Yichen, and he is the head of the host group."

Zi Yanhong opened her mouth.

Du Zhong nodded.

Carefully observe the old man named Ling Yichen.

I saw that the old man was wearing a dark red robe, and there was a faint hint of gloom in his grace and luxury.

Although he looked extremely old, Du Zhong deliberately observed his palms, face and neck, and found that these areas are most prone to aging, and the skin is smooth and flat, without a trace of wrinkles.

If it weren't for the long silver-white hair and beard, and the look that only belonged to the old man, Du Zhong would have mistaken him for a middle-aged man.

"A quarter past nine, it's time."

As soon as he came to the ring, Ling Yichen looked around, laughed, stepped forward and said, "The host is in place." ”

"Huh!"

Just as the words fell, the six old men beside him flashed out at the same time and flew to the judges' area directly opposite the competition area.

There were exactly seven wooden chairs.

The six of them divided into two groups and sat on either side, leaving the gold-trimmed wooden chairs in the middle.

"The Young Warriors Conference is a major event in the martial arts that has survived to this day, the competition is intended to compete, not to hurt the body, the occasion of the ring competition, the two sides of the battle are stopped, no hidden weapons are allowed, no poison is used, all by skill."

"This is the rule of martial arts."

Speaking of this, Ling Yichen turned his head to look at the competition area with a smile and said, "In this grand event, there are a total of one hundred and eight martial artists participating in the competition. ”

"The method of martial arts, one hundred and eight contestants draw lots and choose to fight."

"One-on-one, the loser is out."

"In the first round, fifty-four people were promoted."

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand.

Under the ring, three young men suddenly ran out, two of them carrying a wooden table, and the other holding two boxes for drawing lots.

"One hundred and eight chapters are signed to enter, and each ticket has a serial number on it."

"Contestants are asked to draw their serial numbers first."

Ling Yichen opened his mouth.

Then, a group of people began to come forward to draw lots.

One hundred and eight people, it lasted a full five minutes to finish.

"Number 67."

Zi Yanhong got the signature number and asked in a low voice in Du Zhong's ear, "How many numbers do you have?" ”

“18。”

Du Zhong replied softly.

"Oh, so far ahead?"

Zi Yanhong asked in surprise.

Du Zhong chuckled lightly and replied, "It's just a serial number, and the only benefit is that you can hit it first." ”

"The draw is complete."

Just as Du Zhong's words fell, Ling Yichen spoke again and said, "Next, please ask the contestants of the No. 1 lottery to come forward and draw the battle number." ”

As Ling Yichen's words fell.

There was a sudden commotion in the competition area, and I saw Li Zhengyang, who had been lying in the lottery place, suddenly stood up, raised his signature number with his left hand, and drew a note from the second lottery box.

"Number 17!"

Ling Yichen announced.

This time, the audience was in an uproar.

No one thought that the first person to fight would be Li Zhengyang.

The list of young martial artists is currently third, and his strength is only that of Qiu Dongsheng, and Du Zhong does not know that the school is strong and the school is weak!

"Fight against both sides, go up!"

Ling Yichen opened his mouth and shouted.

Before the words fell, his figure flashed, and he rushed directly to the judges' area on the side, and sat down on the gold-inlaid wooden chair in the middle.

"Huh!"

At the same time, Li Zhengyang dodged and rushed into the ring.

Followed by a young man with a bitter face.

"I throw in the towel!"

As soon as he got into the ring, before the fight started, the young man immediately opened his mouth.

"Li Zhengyang is promoted and enters the promotion area!"

It seemed that he had already known the result, and Ling Yichen directly opened his mouth to announce.

The onlookers in the audience booed in unison.

Although almost no one can win against Li Zhengyang except Qiu Dongsheng, the first battle of this martial arts competition has just begun, and he will admit defeat, which will inevitably affect Yaxing of onlookers.

In the ring, Li Zhengyang smiled indifferently, jumped out of the ring in a flash, and walked directly into the promotion area adjacent to the competition area.

Subsequently, the fight continued.

Except for the first one, from the second to the tenth, every fight was a fierce fight.

It's not fun to watch the audience.

It's a pity that until the sixteenth game, no one has drawn Eucommia.

Even, except for the unlucky kid on the seventeenth, no one drew a sign within twenty.

All the way up to the seventeenth scene.

"The 18th came forward to draw lots."

Under Ling Yichen's announcement, Du Zhong stepped forward to draw lots.

"Number 87!"

Drawing out the lottery, Du Zhong shouted directly, and rushed into the ring.

"It's me."

Just when Du Zhong stood in the ring, an excited shout suddenly came from the competition area, and a young man whose strength was in the dark strength period couldn't wait to rush into the ring.

"Throw in the towel?"

"What else is there to fight with Du Zhong?"

"I'm so excited to be drawn by Du Zhong, this person has a problem with his brain, right?"

Off-the-scenes, there was a noisy discussion.

However, in the midst of many criticisms, the young people did not choose to admit defeat and surrender.

Instead, he fought with Du Zhong with a serious face.

As a result, nature speaks for itself.

After only insisting on three moves, the young man was slapped out of the ring by Du Zhong's palm.

"Du Zhong wins, enter the promotion zone!"

Hearing the result, Du Zhong smiled indifferently, jumped out of the ring, and walked into the promotion area.

The fight continues.

In the promotion zone, Du Zhong carefully watched every battle.

Soon, Zi Yanhong and others were also drawn by others, and they played one by one, and they all easily defeated their opponents and were able to enter the promotion zone.

With the passage of time, among Du Zhong and his party, there was only one Ghost Suo, and the first round of martial arts had not yet been held, and everyone was also waiting for the arrival of Ghost Suo in the promotion area with confidence.

It's been a long wait.

Finally, Ling Yichen shouted out the number of the ghost rope.

"Fifty, let's draw lots!"

Holding the fifty-gauge paper, Ghost Suo stepped forward with great interest.

I touched it in the second of the few boxes.

"Huh!"

After a while, Ghost Suo withdrew his right hand and raised the sign in his hand.

"One hundred and eight!"

Ghost Suo shouted excitedly.

In his eyes, he showed the long-awaited battle intent.

"Huh."

However, just as Oni Suo shouted, a figure suddenly burst out from the corner of the crowd, like lightning, and quietly flew into the ring.

As soon as this person came out, the audience was shocked.

Even Du Zhong and Zi Yanhong instantly narrowed their eyes, and their faces showed extremely shocked looks.

Turning his head to see the people in the ring, Ghost Suo's face changed even more.

"One hundred and eighth, Qiu Dongsheng!"

When the audience was dead silent, the figure standing alone in the ring suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth and declared his name.

"It's Qiu Dongsheng?"

"This lottery is amazing, the first lottery is Li Zhengyang, and the last lottery is Qiu Dongsheng, even if you are killed, you can't imagine this result, right?"

"Although I have been looking forward to Qiu Dongsheng's martial arts, this one seems to be boring, and it is obviously a defeat game."

"Nonsense, when you meet Qiu Dongsheng, who doesn't admit defeat?"

"Du Zhong doesn't recognize it, and Li Zhengyang doesn't recognize it either."

"They've already qualified, is it useful to say this?"

"This guy named Ghost Suo, the moment he knew that he drew Qiu Dongsheng, he must have wanted to cry, right, is his luck so bad?"

"Look at him, he's not even ready to go to the ring, obviously admitting defeat."

Off the field, there was a noisy discussion.

Although Qiu Dongsheng was on the scene, everyone's eyes were all focused on Ghost Suo.

The whole audience was waiting for the ghost to admit defeat.

But at this moment.

The dignified look of the ghost Suo, but he gritted his teeth fiercely, with an extremely determined look on his face, and rushed directly into the ring with a flash of courage.

"Fifty, Oniso!"

As soon as he came to the stage, Ghost Suo signed up directly.

At this moment, the audience was stunned.

Oni Suo didn't admit defeat?

In the case of drawing Qiu Dongsheng, Ghost Suo didn't surrender, and wanted to fight Qiu Dongsheng?

For a while, everyone began to admire the courage of the ghost rope.

However, at this moment, Qiu Dongsheng, who was also standing in the ring, grinned and asked, "Are you from Hebei?" ”

"That's right."

Oni Suo replied with an open mouth.

"Good."

Qiu Dongsheng nodded with satisfaction, and opened his mouth to say: "I heard that you have the biggest dark horse in Hebei, named Du Zhong?" ”

As he spoke, Qiu Dongsheng turned his gaze and looked at Du Zhong, who was standing in the promotion area.

On his face, there was a hint of grim banter.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight!"

Ghost Suo's heart moved, and he immediately shouted.

In a word, shocked the audience again.

Ghost Suo actually dared to talk to Qiu Dongsheng like this, isn't this looking for death by himself?

Field.

In the promotion area, Du Zhong and Zi Yanhong frowned tightly.

Du Zhong was even more fearless and looked at Qiu Dongsheng.

In his heart, he was secretly anxious about the ghost.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted, as if it was not Oni Suo who participated in the martial arts, but Du Zhong.

Looking at the hostile eyes of the two of them, everyone in the audience understood.

It turned out that the people on the side of Eucommia of Oni Suo.

That's why Qiu Dongsheng asked those two sentences.

In other words, although Du Zhong did not play in this martial arts fight, it was a real battle between Du Zhong and Qiu Dongsheng.

It's just that the end is already doomed.

It will inevitably be Eucommia ulmoides that suffers.

With Qiu Dongsheng's strength, how could Ghost Suo escape from the palm of his hand.

Judging from Qiu Dongsheng's appearance, this guy seems to be ready to use some means on Ghost Suo to fight Du Zhong.

Not only the crowd of onlookers.

Eucommia and Zi Yanhong are also very clear.

In this battle, the ghost is in trouble...... R1058