After all the melee in the morning, there was only an hour to break off the afternoon round of 64 knockout rounds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the afternoon, the enthusiasm of the audience will be higher, and the one-on-one duel will obviously be more passionate.

During the break, Shi Xiaobai and the three paper farmers communicated, and sure enough, the three of them were also very angry, the paper farmers and Liu Yu pretended to be overly forced and were mistaken by the audience for a fake match.

All three of them felt like they had a punch on the nail.

However, after the draw during the break, the mood of the three suddenly improved, and they were lucky.

In the first round of the elimination round of sixty-four into thirty-two, the paper farmer drew Xiba, who ranked fifth among the eight brave men of the transcendent race, and Feng Yuanlan drew Mill, who ranked seventh among the eight brave men of the transcendent race.

Of the eight brave men that other players were extremely reluctant to meet, three of them met two, which should be regarded as a bad luck with a low probability, but it was a good thing for them.

Liu Yu said: "According to the information that Poor Dao has read, only Mo Ya is particularly perverted among the eight brave men, and the other seven brave men are just a little strong, with the strength of the two of you, it shouldn't be a problem to win!"

The papermaker said in a deep voice: "Winning is not a problem, the problem is to win beautiful, win ......"

The papermaker wanted to speak and stopped, Feng Yuanlan continued: "You have to win enough to pretend to be forced!" These bad pen viewers are really angry with me, except for Mo Ya, who has a little strength, the other seven brave men are all blind and pretending to be not distracted at all, and the audience is like taking aphrodisiacs one by one. ”

The paper farmer sighed: "Actually, we don't need to care about their eyes and opinions, but this breath is really unbearable, in the afternoon, I will win Xiba and shut them all up." ”

Liu Yu said: "Is it enough to shut them up? This time, I agree with Feng Yuanscale's statement, you not only have to win, but also win enough to pretend to be forced, and the more you pretend to be forced, the more you can slap those fools in the face." ”

Feng Yuanlu nodded when he heard this.

The papermaker smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I'm not good at pretending. ”

Feng Yuanlan chuckled: "Liu Yu and I are not good at it, after all, it still takes strength to pretend to be forced." However, there is a person who is a god-level figure in the pretending world, and we can ask him. ”

The papermaker was stunned for a moment and wondered: "Who?"

Feng Yuanlan and Liu Yu stretched out their hands at the same time to point to a certain teenager who had been watching quietly from the side.

"Who else?"

Feng Yuanlan smiled and said, "When Boss Shi Xiaobai was on the sixth layer, the punch that smashed the diamond monster was the most pretending performance I had ever seen!"

Liu Yu nodded in agreement and said: "On pretending to be forced, the poor road only serves Shi Xiaobai, you can indeed ask him for advice." ”

Shi Xiaobai shook his head slowly, and said seriously: "This king is not good at pretending, that punch is pure luck, it happens to be a rocky mountain behind it, if there is a diamond mountain behind it, I'm afraid it will take two punches." ”

The paper farmer was not on the sixth floor at that time, he listened to the words of a few people, and suddenly imagined the situation at that time, and in combination with Shi Xiaobai's words at this time, the expression on the paper farmer's face became very exciting.

The paper farmer sighed with emotion: "Shi Xiaobai, I want to learn to pretend!"

......

......

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the martial arts will continue.

In the first game, the audience was very much looking forward to it, and the human Feng Yuan Scale, who won in the melee, faced the eight brave men of the transcendent race, Mill!

Now the people of the transcendent race are extremely disgusted with the human race, and they only feel that this race is weak and despicable, and they are lucky and lucky, and they are not worthy of becoming a brave man with glory, let alone participating in the Brave Martial Arts Conference!

And in this first battle, Mill, the seventh of their noble eight brave men, will sanction the human race, which really makes them look forward to it!

"Come on, Mil, kill the humans!"

"Lord Mill, don't show mercy!"

"Let this stupid human know that the natural gap between races is irreparable!"

“......”

Amid the overwhelming shouts of the crowd, two contestants appeared from both sides of the arena.

Mill raised his hands to greet the audience, clearly enjoying the sensation of being in the spotlight.

Mill stretched out a finger and said in a loud voice, "One punch, I only need one punch, I can get this human out of the Transcendent City!"

Mill has already spoken wildly before the fight, pretending to be forced is not afraid of bragging, pretending to be a wave first!

The audience all ate this set and immediately applauded!

Feng Yuanlu sneered in his heart, and remained silent all the time, this clumsy forcible pretending was simply ridiculous to the extreme, and it was too far from the real pretending.

At the referee's signal, the voices of the audience slowly quieted down.

The duel is about to begin.

Mill habitually said ruthlessly, "Human, it's still too late to escape!"

Feng Yuanlu didn't answer, and a shield suddenly appeared out of thin air in his hand.

It was a bronze shield, and it looked very ordinary, with some mottled rust on it, and it felt a little worn.

The appearance of this shield is magical, but the shape is really unsatisfactory.

Mill scoffed, "Can't you find a good-looking shield, aren't you humans rich?"

Feng Yuanlu still didn't answer, his eyes were silent and serious, acting like a young player who took the game seriously.

Mill felt that he was almost pretending to be forced verbally, and he stopped talking, and his whole body suddenly swelled, from a short green-skinned dwarf to a giant more than three meters tall!

"Let's go!"

When the referee saw that both sides were ready, he waved his raised hand down!

The duel officially began, and the audience immediately held their breath and waited for Mill's performance!

The Transcendental Warriors never let them down, and this time is no different!

Mill laughed wildly and strode towards the Wind Scales!

"Look at Lao Tzu poking it with one finger!"

Mill is pretending to be forced all the time!

Feng Yuanlu didn't go head-on, nor did he turn around to dodge, but raised his shield and stood in place, like a supporting role to match the performance!

Mill's three-meter-tall body was full of strong muscles, terrifying power, and its limbs were so thick that one of its fingers was almost the size of a human fist!

Mill walked closer, shouted, and really stretched out a finger and poked it hard!

The audience's eyes widened in anticipation of the shocking performance of this finger!

"Bump!"

The thick fingers slammed into the rusty, worn bronze shield with a dull crashing sound!

The audience looked at it and were stunned, the shield withstood the power of this finger, not to mention broken, and there was not even a crack at all!

The human was even more still, not moving!

What's going on?

"Impossible!"

Mill's eyes widened, how could this shield be so hard?

"Punch me!"

Mill reacted quickly, and although the finger poking failed, it didn't have much impact, it was just a little careless!

With this punch, it will exert seventy percent of its strength, and it will definitely shatter this shield, and by the way, this human will never be able to stand up again!

Mill shouted angrily and threw a punch!

Feng Yuan raised his shield and still didn't move, as if he was stupid.

"Boom!"

The huge, hard fist slammed into the worn-out shield!