Ling Tian looked at this person who was a little too excited, and wondered, "You have lost, is it necessary to be so happy?"

Sun Zhicheng said with a serious face: "Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, why do you care so much about winning or losing?"

Believe you're a ghost!

Ling Tian muttered in his heart. This kid didn't know what the hell he was up to, but looking at his happy appearance, he didn't look frustrated at all, and Ling Tian didn't care about him anymore.

Sun Zhicheng smiled and thought: Don't you be happy! Fighting with the first on the strong list, there is no, but the hard stone clothes of Shi Xing are tattered. In the future, when you go out to brag about picking up girls, you can say that Lao Tzu is the number one person on the strong list and has no power to fight back.

Although it was said that Shi Xing chose to resist hard, but Sun Zhicheng wanted to say this, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it?

Seeing Sun Zhicheng come back completely, Zhang Shi on the side said with regret on his face: "The big stone didn't beat you, alas!"

Sun Zhicheng said happily when he heard this: "That's not it, just with my handsome and chic appearance and unparalleled strength, he can do anything to me." ”

But before Sun Zhicheng could continue, Zhang Shi said excitedly: "Why don't I beat you up?"

When Sun Zhicheng heard this, his face turned green, is it a loss to be beaten less? What kind of logic is this?

Then Sun Zhicheng saw Zhang Shi rubbing his fists and looking at him with bad intentions.

Sun Zhicheng suddenly felt panicked in his heart, turned his head and ran, this crazy girl is real!

Then Sun Zhicheng was driven out of the ring area by Zhang Shi.

Ling Tian smiled helplessly, "It's not good to talk to anyone, you have to talk to this girl, I'm afraid this beating is indispensable." ”

Because just now, when Zhang Shi made Sun Zhicheng jump and jump, those mentors who maintained order actually pretended not to see anything with their side faces.

This girl, the name of the little witch is really well deserved, and even the mentor doesn't dare to mess with it.

Ling Tian then also walked out of the ring area, although the competition was not completely over, but the next thing was nothing to look forward to, at least here in Ling Tian.

Tomorrow is the point, he has to go back and prepare well, because tomorrow he has to decide the top ten, it's not just one game like now, it's to be ranked, if he wants to win the first place, he has to play a few games, and he has to play all the time.

As the sun sets, night falls.

The top 20 have been decided, some people are happy and some are worried, and people are more interested in the wonderful competitions.

It was a starry night.

There was a squeaky insect chirping everywhere on Wuji Mountain, but in the outer disciples' accommodation area, there was a courtyard that was terrifyingly silent, and there seemed to be no breath in it, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on it seemed to be taken away a little.

The door of the inner room was closed, and a young man sat in it with his eyes closed, and in front of him lay a strange long knife that seemed to be broken and then glued together, and the moonlight fell on it through the window lattice, reflecting a hazy red light, as bright red as blood.

The shadow of the pillar behind the young man suddenly fluctuated like water, but in a few breaths, a black figure appeared behind the young man, and the whole process was silent, as if the figure did not appear suddenly but existed here.

The black figure knelt down on one knee towards the young man and said in a hoarse voice, "Young Master!"

The young man was not surprised by the abrupt voice, he did not open his eyes, nor did he speak, still in his previous position, motionless.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, the time passed like this, and the black figure knelt motionlessly.

Finally, when the third quarter of an hour passed, the young man opened his eyes and said lightly, "How do you feel, how many percent can you kill him?"

The black figure replied in a hoarse voice, "Ten percent five days ago, if you go all out today, seventy percent." Hidden strength, two percent. ”

"Oh!" said the young man's tone with some interest.

"His force was strange, so I gave it up so I didn't want to expose it. ”

"You're doing the right thing, and the big picture counts. My Mo family's layout for many years can't be exposed because of a clown who jumps off the beam. ”

"You go back first. ”

The black figure melted away like melting ice, disappearing in an instant, as silent as it had come.

At this time, the young man reached out and touched the long knife in front of him, revealing a bloodthirsty grin, this is the smile that belongs to the meat grinder, "There is only one way to kill my Mo family, and that is Huangquan Road!"

After a moment, the young man's smile retracted, his eyes closed and his expression solemn, returning to the initial calm state, only the thicker blood light on the knife showed the existence of the bloodthirsty scene just now.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, half of Wuji Mountain was boiling, or rather, Wuji Mountain had not been completely calm this night.

The remaining twenty disciples in the ring area have been assembled, and they are all holding their heads high and full of energy, waiting for the final round to begin.

The crowd in the viewing area was full of excitement, as if it was not the twenty people who participated in the finals but them.

Among them, some people are shouting for the brothers and sisters who support them, some people are cheering for their good friends, and of course, there are also those who are purely troublemakers, shouting loudly as if no one is around: pull the calf, deflate the calf, roll the calf, and the king eight calves......

Then he was taken away by the mentor who maintained the order.

Seeing this scene, Sun Zhicheng couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and rubbed his cheeks, which were still bruised and a little swollen. Secretly glad that he was holding back just now, if he didn't estimate it, he would have to be taken away.

Because the guy was beside him just now, shouting that excitement, that cheerfulness, that joy!

And Sun Zhicheng saw that the tutor's face turned blue, it was not good to be beaten without a fat, it is estimated that he would have to come to a group beating and be beaten by the group!

Fortunately, Lao Tzu was witty, brave, and assertive! Sun Zhicheng boasted to himself.

At this time, Zhu Zhengxiong's powerful voice spread throughout the audience, "You twenty are all my Wujimen's petite sons, but the rewards are limited, the resources are limited, and the martial arts are magnificent, what kind of ranking can you achieve? What kind of reward can you get? Everything depends on your strength." ”

"Yes!"

The twenty disciples replied in unison, almost as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

But it wasn't just the rewards that made them excited, but also the fact that the elders of the Wuji Gate would be present in the finals of each promotion tournament.

The appearance of those elders is generally to see if there are good seedlings, and if there are, they will be accepted as disciples, which is the best reward, and the support of the elders can be said to be bright in the future.

Therefore, almost all the participating disciples were eager to try, and their excitement was difficult to hide.

Of course, except for Ling Tian, after all, he was a person with a master, although the master was a bit of a pit, but it was also an unfathomable existence, so Ling Tian was not interested in this kind of elder accepting disciples.

But Ling Tian's goal was to win the championship after all, and that kind of nervousness was really indescribable.

Of course, there are also expressions that are still plain as usual, and that is naturally Zhang Jingyao, only people like her can do so.

There is also Morin's disdain, looking at the disgusted and disdainful expressions of the people around him without concealing it.

There is also a strange thing, that is the other dark horse "Juehuang" Zhou Xian who was killed in addition to Ling Tian in this promotion competition, that thing actually fell asleep standing up, didn't he just give Zhu Zheng a "yes"? It's only a few seconds?

As a senior brother, Shi Xing patted the shoulder of the disciple next to him and smiled, "Haha, it is not easy for the junior brother to enter the inner gate, you have to practice harder in the future, you can come to me if you have any questions......"

As for the little girl, she almost didn't jump up with excitement, there is a fight is the second most important thing in her life, as for the first, it must be - eat!

Ling Tian couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene, are all masters so different?

"Huh!" Ling Tian actually found a slightly more normal person.

This person is the fierce man who ranks fifth on the strong list and is known as the "Blood Fist" - Chi Qinghai.

I saw Chi Qinghai with his hands around his chest, standing alone at the edge of the crowd, without being overly flat and without all kinds of weird expressions and movements.

Chi Qinghai seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, he looked at Ling Tian with his feelings, and found that the person who was looking at him was Ling Tian, so he looked at Ling Tian with wide eyes, as if he wanted to see Ling Tian through.

Ling Tian hurriedly withdrew his gaze, but he found that Chi Qinghai was still staring at him, without blinking.

Ling Tian, who was stunned, couldn't help muttering, "I was wrong, there is no normal person here at all." ”

After Zhu Zheng said some more inspiring words, he said a few words to the foreign guests who came to watch the battle, and said, "Then the battle list will be announced now." ”

I'm going! Is it so direct? I used to draw lots, but now I have arranged it directly, many people think so in their hearts, and Ling Tian is no exception.

Although everyone knows that the previous draws were just a formality, who to play against was basically arranged.

In fact, this is not a shady or anything like that, after all, the strength is there, whether it is the opponent who is drawn out or the opponent who is arranged, as long as the strength is strong enough, he can still have the last laugh.

After all, the strong list is not an ornament, who can enter the inner door and who can't, it is almost clear at a glance.

Why bother to run a promotion tournament?

It is nothing more than to stimulate more possibilities, to give the weak a chance, and to give the strong a crisis.

At the same time, it also injects some vitality into the Wuji Gate, after all, martial arts cultivation is silent, and only combat can bring vitality.

That kind of strong battle is undoubtedly the best choice, so in order to save these exciting battles until the end, arrangement is essential.

"The first scene! Chi Qinghai vs. ...... Ling Tian!"

"Second ......"

“......”

When Ling Tian heard Zhu Zheng's announcement of the first battle player, he was directly stunned and immediately became nervous.

In fact, it didn't matter to Ling Tian whether it was the first game or the tenth game, but this announcement was indeed a bit sudden, because although he didn't think that he would be in the first game at all.

What's even more sudden is that his opponent is actually Chi Qinghai, a fierce man, and the scene of that punch and even the person with a shield is still clear!

According to Ling Tian's own speculation, there shouldn't be a strong duel arranged too early.

And Na Chi Qinghai is the fifth existence on the strong list, but he was an unknown person before, and the result is self-evident.

Ling Tian laughed at himself: "It seems that I am a soft persimmon!"

"Then let you know how hard my soft persimmon is!" Ling Tian smiled confidently and walked to the ring with the black-veined sword on his back.