In the worried eyes of countless players, the situation on the field is becoming clearer and clearer, after the counterattack, under the offensive of the teenager becoming sharp, because of the gradual decline of the previous accumulated victory, the power of the stick method has been greatly reduced, and he can only defend passively, and after only a hundred moves, there is almost no backhand power. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What is the first person in Tenryuji Temple, but that's it..."

"It's just, I thought I could win, but after a long time, I'm still doing this kind of food..."

"It's blowing weirdly, it's not the same under Kong Ming's hands, and there is no room for resistance when he is beaten..."

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Maybe out of jealousy, jealous that Lichou practiced the stick method so early to enter the house, or maybe out of grief for his misfortune, thinking that Lichou failed to stick to the player's final bottom line. I saw that the players in the audience were either silent, or after taunting, they disappeared from their seats one by one.

When the defeat of the sorrow was completely obvious, and there was no power to return to heaven after watching the scene, the players of the other sects had almost all left.

In the vast void, in the huge audience, there are only players from Tianlong Temple who are still sitting in place scattered now!

The boy's attack became more and more fluid, the stick shadow flickered, and the sorrow had long since lost the spirit at the beginning, like a tiger descending the mountain, and the long stick was waving, and he wanted to fight out of the dignity of a warrior, but he could only rely on instinct, and he insisted on defending with difficulty, maintaining a declining momentum, and not being swept out of the field so quickly by the boy.

Seeing this situation, the audience in the audience was sad, they were not like the players of other sects, who ridiculed and vented their dissatisfaction with their sorrows. For them, the desperate insistence on the stage is sorrowful, and there is no shadow of themselves and others.

For players from other sects, perhaps after the disappointment, they only regard this as a competition between players and "natives", but can the players of Tianlong Temple be as open as other players think!

No, because the sorrow on the field is the undisputed first person among the players of Tianlong Temple, because that teenager, even picking the top ten players of Tianlong Temple, the teenager swept not only ten players, but also the pride of all players in Tianlong Temple.

At this moment, the ninety-nine players in the audience, including those who had just woken up, slipped from the corners of their eyes, all secretly cheering for the sorrow that they insisted on on on the stage.

"Come on..." sat cross-legged on the ground, the corners of his eyes slid to support his tired body, and he muttered softly.

"Come on..."

"Come on..." Rushui's eyes were full of regret, Xiaoxiang Luoyu bit his lips, and his cheeks under the tulle were full of worry.

"Come on..." At this moment, looking at the embarrassed sorrow under the young man's stick on the stage, all the players in the audience abandoned their previous awe and jealousy, and cheered from the bottom of their hearts for the first person in Tianlong Temple.

"Come on, come on..."

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and suddenly, it seemed to ignite the fireworks in everyone's hearts, under the ring, the best nearly 100 players of Tianlong Temple were all tightly clenched fists, waving their arms, their eyes were full of determination, and their faces were full of excitement and shouted.

However, the voices of hundreds of people shouting together merged into a torrent, like a rolling wave, and in a moment, it was already surging on the square.

It seems that at this moment, the players present have put aside their jealousy, there is no high and low, and everyone is now twisted into a rope, shouting as if it is not cheering, but two other words: Tianlong!

Feeling the momentum of the audience from loss to excitement, Master Yideng nodded with satisfaction, and looked at the red-faced teenagers in the audience with a smile, at this moment, he saw the persistence of this group of teenagers, and seemed to see the brilliance that this group of teenagers can create in the future.

"It's all manufacturable..."

"Yes, these people may be the future of our Tianlong..."

Hearing such a sentence popping out of the mouth of the senior brother, whether it was Yiyin Zen Master, or Yiye and others, they couldn't help but have a trace of surprise on their faces, looking at the young man who was shouting wantonly in the square and in the sun, everyone had a trace of doubt in their hearts.

This evaluation is a bit too high!

Ignoring the monks who couldn't calm down for a long time, Master Yideng looked at the sorrow that had almost reached the limit in the field, and the look of anticipation in his eyes was even stronger.

Now, it's up to you to see if you can keep that clarity in your heart and take advantage of the Jedi to fight back!

The passage of physical strength made Lichou's body gradually unable to keep up with his thinking, even if he could clearly feel the direction of the opponent's attack, but it was already exhausting all his energy to barely block, let alone seek opportunities to fight back.

Finally, seeing the shadow of the stick flickering, the young man threw a stick like a whip, throwing it at him with the slightest sound of breaking through the air, but his weak arm could no longer raise the long stick in his hand to block again.

"Bang..."

The last trace of fiery red in his eyes, under the boy's stick, was swept away, and after a heavy blow that resounded in the field, he insisted on hundreds of moves, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and was swept out by the boy's stick...

"Bang..."

The powerless struggle of Lichou fell the edge of the ring, and also fell into the hearts of all the players.

Defeated!

The cheering on the field stopped abruptly, and this sentence came to the minds of all players.

There was silence all around, and in the whole square, in addition to the sultry sound of the wind, there was only the sound of Li Chou struggling on the stage.

In the eyes of regret, holding a long stick, Lichou slowly struggled from the ground, didn't care about wiping the blood off his mouth, forcibly suppressed the exhaustion on his body, and the infinite fighting spirit surged up Lichou's cheeks again, looking at the young man standing at will, in Lichou's eyes, the fiery red battle intent seemed to tell everyone, I, I haven't been defeated yet...

"Come on..." Lichou's insistence once again ignited the cheering sound in the field, and bursts of shouting one after another, resounding throughout the venue, also exploded in Lichou's ears.

Listening to the deafening shouts, the fiery red in Lichou's eyes became more and more intense, and he grabbed the long stick in his hand, and the momentum that had fallen to the bottom of the valley began to slowly climb in this cheering...

Frowning, a little bit I don't understand why the sorrow that has reached the limit can still climb, and the dusk of doubt whispers softly in my heart: It's a little interesting.

"Come on..."

cheering and shouting, the momentum of nearly 100 players in the field seems to gather on Lichou's body little by little through the sound of cheering.

Slowly closing his eyes, feeling the momentum swarming around, Lichou understood for the first time that "Barrier Breaker" can not only accumulate victory, but also borrow the momentum of others, just like now, everyone's cheering from the bottom of their hearts is the momentum that they can borrow.

Standing in place with his eyes closed, his face gradually became flat, but the fighting spirit exuded from his body became more and more prosperous with the sound of cheering...

When Lichou opened his eyes again, the exhaustion all over his body seemed to have left him, and at this time, his state seemed to have returned to his peak, no, or more accurately, he now seemed to be a little stronger than him at his peak...

With a loud shout, he smiled confidently, and attacked again against the young man who was also smiling confidently.

"Boom..."

In the dust, two figures, once again in the sun, collided together...