In the second game, there were only ten people, and ten people competed for the top five, which meant that half of them were going to be eliminated.

This time the dance music seemed to be more exciting than in previous years, because half of the ten men were relatively small men.

Just like Lu Xuezi, they looked weak, but when they didn't make a move at the end, they would never have imagined that he could fight the other nine with the strength of one person.

And it's a one-trick move.

The break between the two scenes was a quarter of an hour, and Wu Cheng, as a viewer, applauded his master.

It's still that his master is powerful, and he hasn't done much yet, and those nine people are gone!

Lu Xuezi listened to Wu Cheng boast about how powerful he was, while observing the rest of the nine people below.

I saw that there was only one who was about the same age as him, and most of the rest were relatively old, or the type of infinite power.

He paid a little more attention to the man his age.

His chest suddenly tightened, and he exhaled a cloudy breath and stopped looking at the man.

Wu Cheng did notice Lu Xuezi's small action, thinking of the incident the night before, and faintly felt bad.

As soon as the drum sounded, Lu Xuezi jumped and flew onto the special competition platform for the second game.

Wu Cheng looked at Lu Xuezi worriedly, and that bad feeling became heavier and heavier.

The people on the stage faced each other with swords and fought bravely.

A person with infinite strength and a relatively simple mind.

To swing a big knife is to slash at the person closest to you, or to use your own strength to fall over the shoulder and throw those people off the platform.

Someone will accidentally fall off the stage because they take themselves lightly.

There were only two people on the stage who were relatively relaxed, one was Lu Xuezi, and the other was the black-clothed young man he had noticed before.

The two did not draw their swords, but they were like fish, freely shuttling among this group of people who relied on brute force to "fight".

Whenever someone else's fatal move comes like their own façade, they can always dodge quickly at the last moment, and then appear in the enemy's back and strike hard.

Wu Cheng didn't even dare to blink his eyes, staring at the people on the martial platform.

This one took a lot longer than the last, and so far, only two people have been beaten.

Lu Xuezi's sword attacked his people without being unsheathed, using the original method to consume the other party.

The freedom to weave among them is dizzying, and it is impossible to grasp itself.

Only those close to him know that his speed is much slower than before, and he will even stop when resisting other people's moves.

The moment he saw Lu Xuezi covering his chest, he was even more worried.

quietly exited the audience, left the training ground, and walked towards the most prosperous area of West Street.

Although Murong Xuetian did not go to watch the battle, he sent someone to watch it, and he would report about it all the time.

She was a little surprised when Wu Cheng came, but she still had some impressions of him, he just wanted to follow Lu Xuezi's guards alive and dead, and he would not leave for a moment at any time.

After listening to him, he told the story of the day before yesterday, and also told the small details and worries he found.

I also feel that things are not so simple, when will that black shadow not appear, but it will appear before Wuju.

"Give this to him."

A small bottle appeared in front of Wu Cheng, and Wu Cheng clenched it tightly in his hand, like a life-saving straw.

He believed that the door master must have a way, and if the door master was suspicious, this must not be a trivial matter.

He must go back as soon as possible and hand it over to his master.

After clasping his fist at Murong Xue, he carried the bottle of medicine in his arms, and rushed back to the training ground as quickly as possible.