At the age of thirteen, he opened four tricks, although he was not as good as Wang Qinheng, who was fourteen years old and nine tricks, and was a sixteen-year-old quenching master, but he was also regarded as talented.

With extraordinary talent and the support of family resources, Zhu Zizheng has a bright future and an unlimited future. For him, the Martial Grail is the first appearance on the road to legend, and his opponent is destined to become an inconspicuous step that he can easily cross.

Seeing the sympathetic glances of the parents around him, Jiang Mubai's face sank like water, and his heart was like numbness.

"Mr. Jiang......" Mr. Zheng had the heart to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Jiang Mubai didn't wait for him to organize his words, he jumped directly over the guardrail and jumped off the second floor, striding into the competition area. This was clearly unruly, but the referee and the stadium guards did not step forward to stop them.

When the lottery results were displayed on the big screen, Jiang Huiyin was stunned in her seat and did not react, at first there was no change in expression on her ruddy face, but after Jiang Mubai approached, the flush on both sides of her cheeks due to excitement quickly subsided, and her expression was full of questions and help.

"Huiyin." Jiang Mubai held the little girl's wrist, and from her disordered pulse, it could be seen that she was far more nervous and flustered than on the surface.

"Brother." Jiang Huiyin frowned and bit her lip, her ten fingers involuntarily clenched into fists, and a pair of talking eyes seemed to ask: Why could it be me? Why me?

Why?

Obviously, it was smooth sailing and entered the group round-robin, and obviously had a chance to realize his wish to get the state domain name.

But why, why was she chosen, and why did she play a doomed qualifier?

Maybe it's her bad luck.

Maybe it's because the organizers want to create the effect of the show and build momentum for Zhu Zizheng.

Jiang Mubai pursed her lips and thought for a moment, but did not say what she thought in her heart, because what the little girl really needed now was not an answer.

He slowly broke her fingers, put her little hand in the warm palm and rubbed it, and said softly: "There are thirty-one people here, there is always one person who has to face him and be his opponent, why can't this person be you?" ”

"I ......"

Jiang Huiyin turned his head to look at the side, and happened to see a young genius wearing a military uniform and a well-dressed beast coming out of the crowd.

Zhu Zizheng walked to the edge of the ring, jumped up, stepped on the ring rope and stood firmly, light as a swallow, causing a tsunami of applause.

In the sound, Jiang Huiyin's voice was faintly inaudible.

"Brother, is it possible for me to win?"

If he has the advantage of technical combat experience, Jiang Huiyin may not have a chance, but Zhu Zizheng was born in a martial arts family, and his technical level is only higher than hers - it can be seen from his action of jumping on the ring rope that his strength is several grades higher than Jiang Huiyin.

Is it possible for Jiang Huiyin to defeat the strong with the weak?

Everyone knows the answer to this question, including herself.

After a long silence, Jiang Mubai squatted down on his knees, looked at the little girl's eyes, and said seriously: "The biggest charm of the competition is that no one can predict the outcome of the competition until the moment when the winner is decided. ”

Jiang Huiyin took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and when she withdrew her hands and clenched her fists again, she found that her right hand was trembling.

She stared at her trembling right hand, and suddenly lowered her head and opened her mouth to bite her wrist.

"Huiyin?" Jiang Mubai also became nervous for some reason, for fear of seeing scarlet blood flowing from this girl's wrist.

"Brother, if I win, I want a gun." Jiang Huiyin opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyelashes were dyed crystalline, reminiscent of the young sprouts hanging with morning dew.

"No problem." Jiang Mubai patted her head, "Go ahead, do your best, give it a go!" ”

Jiang Huiyin raised his hand to wipe away his tears, walked to the referee with a strained face and said a few words.

The referee was a little surprised, and after confirming it repeatedly, he went to the ring, bent down and asked Zhu Zizheng in a low voice.

Zhu Zizheng raised his eyebrows, looking surprised, he took a deep look at Jiang Huiyin in the audience, and nodded in agreement.

The referee then gestured to the camera, and the host was stunned for a moment, then opened his voice and shouted in a very inflammatory tone: "Weapon fight!" In the final qualifier round, the two players decided to fight with weapons to decide the winner! Ladies and gentlemen! This is the first time that there has been a weapon fight in the audition of our Jizhou Division over the years! Please don't skimp on your applause—"

"Tsk, this girl."

Thinking of Huiyin's impulse to go up the mountain to kill wolves late at night, Jiang Mubai shook his head and smiled bitterly, feeling helpless.

"Don't worry."

The calming voice like an ice fountain came into his ears, and Jiang Mubai looked back and found that Lin Chujin was standing behind him at some point.

I was distracted, and I couldn't notice her footsteps in the noise.

Lin Chujin took a step forward, stood side by side with Jiang Mubai, and then said: "With the guards of the arena and Zhu Zizheng's guards, there will be no blood in this weapon fight." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Mubai calmed down and looked back to the ring.

In the ring, Zhu Zizheng stood by the pillar, took the Tai Chi fan handed out by the referee, and slowly unfolded it one by one, while Jiang Huiyin dragged a short gun similar to her height and stood at the opposite corner.

"Moon sticks, year knives, guns for a lifetime, swords hidden with you, how long have you practiced guns? Ten days? Half a month? It won't be any longer, because there are three mistakes and twelve flaws in the way you hold the gun. ”

Zhu Zizheng pretended to be an old man, shook the Tai Chi fan in his hand like a little adult, and commented in a tone of pointing at the juniors: "An inch long is an inch strong weapon, then it has to be useful to be useful, if I were you, I would choose the tiger." ”

Jiang Huiyin didn't say a word, looked at him quietly, trying to find weaknesses, but his seemingly casual posture couldn't find any flaws.

Zhu Zizheng finished commenting, stared at Jiang Huiyin's face for a while, smiled boastfully, and said loudly: "I thought you would give up directly, but I didn't expect you to not only dare to go on stage, but also fight with my weapons." Respect you for your three points of courage, I will let you make three moves. ”

Jiang Huiyin was still silent, she lowered her eyelids slightly, and moved her gaze to her feet, at this time the ring had been cleaned up, but she felt that she could vaguely see the blood stains left by Zhang Chiyuan in the ring.

Thinking that the stubborn sandbag was beaten and her nose was swollen and she refused to give up, she shook her head, shook off the idea that she was destined to lose, calmed down, and focused on the strong enemy in front of her.

Even if she can't win against him, she thinks to herself, at least like Zhang Chiyuan, defeat herself.

"Game on!"

The announcement sounded, Zhu Zizheng closed the folding fan, and hooked his index finger towards Jiang Huiyin: "Let's start." ”

Before the words fell, Jiang Huiyin aimed the tip of the gun at his chest, grabbed the barrel of the gun with his right hand, put the palm of his left hand down on top of his right hand, and rushed forward.

This posture of rushing forward with a gun is very funny in the eyes of the insider, and the corners of Zhu Zizheng's mouth hooked up a trace of sarcasm, and then his expression froze like a quick freeze, because Jiang Huiyin's body shape has not yet arrived, but a little cold light has arrived first.

She threw the short gun out of her hand!

Zhu Zizheng had just lifted the steel fracture fan and shot the short gun, and Jiang Huiyin had already stabbed him in front of the door with his elbow.

The choice of guns is to confuse the eyes of the opponent.

Hold the barrel of the gun with the left hand in order to make the elbow blow more powerful.

Weapon fighting, victory and defeat are only in an instant!

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