Dabi didn't start, so it's better not to be too eye-catching.

Boom!

At this time, there was a change on the field, and a new breath erupted, colliding with Zao Wou-ki's breath.

It's the second elder, and he can't stand it anymore.

Suddenly, everyone in the audience felt light, the breath of the second elder did not involve others, and it helped everyone resist the oppression of Zao Wouji's breath!

At one point, the scene became eerie.

Zao Wou-Ki's gaze was on the Second Elder, and the Second Elder also looked at him, and the two breaths collided, constantly producing impacts, as if the two were at war.

"Zao Wou-ki, you are too presumptuous."

The Second Elder was a little angry, he looked at Zhao Wuji, and his aura continued to oppress and explode.

The long-suppressed resentment and anger seemed to explode at this moment.

"Lao Su, your temper is still so irritable as thunder!"

Zao Wou-Ki spoke, his tone casual and nonchalant, as if he was confronting Su Pengming and there was no pressure on him at all.

"Don't call it so close, we don't know each other. And put your breath away, otherwise you're welcome to blame me. The second elder said coldly.

As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere froze, a little heavy, like an arrow on a string.

"Oh, really?"

Not only did Zhao Wou-Ki not retract his breath, but he also raised a few points again, bang, and looked directly at the second elder without fear.

The second elder's whole face turned cold, and his hand suddenly slowly clenched, and in an instant, the hand he was holding turned ice blue, revealing bursts of cold air.

Seeing this, Zao Wou-Ki's face was slightly solemn, and his breath slowly changed, changing from oppression to another state.

The atmosphere has changed somewhat.

From the beginning of the breath of the duel, it is changing to real guns.

It looked like a fight was going to start in the next moment.

"Two or two elders......"

At this time, some inner deacons on the side couldn't stand it and planned to come forward to mediate.

But as soon as he leaned forward, he couldn't open his mouth for a long time, just because the breath of Su Pengming and Zao Wou-Ki was too strong.

In an instant, they were completely overwhelmed,

"Grandpa."

Suddenly, a peaceful voice rang out.

The solemn aura of the scene dissipated.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn.

A squinting young man stood not far from them at some point.

It was not the deacons or elders who stood on the podium.

The young man revealed an elegant atmosphere all over his body, with a faint smile on his face, which made people feel good.

Seeing the young Zhao Wou-Ki who appeared, he showed a smiling face: "Yan'er! ”

The others also reacted at this time and saw clearly who the young man was. The Second Elder also saw Zhao Yan, but his face did not change and he was still very cold.

Zhao Yan said softly: "Grandpa, it's now the outer door Dabi." ”

"It's time to go!" He looked at Zao Wou-Ki.

Well?

Everyone subconsciously reacted and looked at the time. Zao Wou-Ki was the same, he was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the time was indeed approaching the scheduled time limit.

Grandfather and grandson looked at each other, communicating invisibly, and Zao Wou-Ki suddenly withdrew his breath, as if Zhao Yan's words had worked.

And when Zao Wou-Ki withdrew his breath, the second elder also withdrew his breath, and the cold qi in his hands also disappeared.

"Whew!"

The deacons on the viewing platform breathed a sigh of relief.

Relieved.

……

Offstage, after Yi Wu's breath faded, as everyone slowly stood up, the golden light was put away, and he looked up at the people on the viewing platform, as if he was contemplating in his heart.

"Yi Wu."

The little fat man appeared in vain.

He stood beside Yi Wu, panting, with some regret on his face, and put his hand on Yi Wu's shoulder, as if he was resting.

Seeing the little fat man, Yi Wu shook his shoulders and flicked the little fat man's hand away, without asking him what he regretted.

Don't even think about it.

There must be something about Su Muyu!

"You ......"

The hand was bounced away, and the little fat man who had nowhere to lean on was dissatisfied and complained, and then gradually digressed a little, and as he spoke, he talked about Su Muyu.

“……”

Yi Wu ignored him and looked at the viewing platform. At this moment, the people above seemed to have finished 'talking', and the two elders, including the deacons, sat down according to their original seats.

Among them, Zhao Yan stood quietly behind Zao Wou-Ki.

An elderly deacon, who seemed to be kind, stepped forward and stood in front of the viewing platform after the two elders and the deacons sat down.

"Hello fellow Bloodmen! The annual Outer Gate Contest is about to begin, and I am the person in charge of this contest, so you can call me Deacon Wang. ”

"For you to participate in the big competition, I don't need to persuade anything, after all, people who can make up their minds to participate also have a certain understanding of their own strength, and understand whether it is true or not!"

"Now, let me talk about the rules and methods of this big competition! In fact, the rules and methods of Dabi are the same as before, and they have not changed. What I said here is mainly that the new disciples have listened. ”

"Dabi rules, in fact, there are only two points, up to the point, and there are no forbidden techniques and forbidden drugs. Everything else is free to play. ”

"As for the big competition method, we use a ten-player battle system, where the big smash brawl first selects ten reference players, and the top three players are compared from these ten players!"

So the rules or something, the elder deacon said slowly, his voice was steady, but full of penetration, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Here I would like to remind you again, if there is any danger after the start of the big competition, please inform the referee of the corresponding ring in time and ask for help, otherwise it will be unpredictable if there is any problem."

"Finally, Wang congratulated you in advance on the smooth carp jumping over the dragon gate and soaring into the inner door."

Deacon Wang clenched his fists slightly and congratulated the hundreds of disciples in the audience.

"Now, I announce that the annual Outer Gate Contest has officially begun at this time!"

As Deacon Wang's words fell, countless fierce applause and noise exploded, rolling like huge waves of the sea.

The little fat man beside Yi Wu also followed the flow, dancing with his hands and feet, and roaring loudly.

At this moment, ten of the corresponding judges in the ten rings began to read their names. Everyone who is read is in the ring of the referee whose name is read.

Smash Bros. competition.

"Cao Nima!"

"Duzi!"

"Huang Ziqi!"

……

"Yi Wu, do you think we will be assigned to a ring?"

Listening to the referee's continuous recitation of the name and the preparation of the person being recited, the little fat man asked suddenly, his eyes looking at Yi Wu.

"Hell knows."

Yi Wu didn't even glance at him.

"You're perfunctory to me?"

"You're actually perfunctory to me?!"

The little fat man felt a little sad.

"That's right."

Yi Wu nodded.

He confessed!

Still didn't look at the little fat man, his attention was all on observing the opponent or something.

"Poof!"

The little fat man only felt like something had been pierced in his heart.

It hurts!

This time he was really sad.

"Mo Liangchen!"

A voice suddenly sounded, and it was the turn of the little fat man to take the stage.

It's Ring Eight!