When Huo Qing seriously injured the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, everyone sweated for him and the Shan Huang faction.

What is this place? Martial Arts Conference!

And who is responsible for maintaining order? One of the three upper sects of the Wanliu Sect!

What's more, Huang Puwei had just sternly warned both sides, but in the blink of an eye, Huo Qing did such a slap in the face, I'm afraid no one would be able to give up.

However, the matter of the evil gate appeared, and Huangpu Wei, who had broken out, just left after a cruel word... Let's go... left, leaving a group of martial arts people waiting to see a good show in the wind.

"Elder Wei, it's not appropriate to go this way, we...

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, I know what to do, let's go!"

For the words of the disciples around him, Huang Puwei directly interrupted impatiently. In fact, he didn't want to teach this bold little sect a lesson, but at the moment he was about to make a move, he felt that he was locked by several powerful auras, and none of the owners of these auras were inferior to him.

This is not the most fundamental reason, after all, the Wanliu Sect is not scared, and there are many masters. What really made Huangpu Wei retreat was the momentum and feeling on Liu Angxing's body, which made him think of a person. If the identity of the other party is indeed as you guess, then you can't control this matter at all.

"Let's go back and tell the boss quickly."

Thinking of this, Huang Puwei sped up a few more steps, as for the Black Tiger Gang who shouted loudly behind him, he could only pretend that he didn't hear it and didn't see it.

After Huangpu Wei left, the people of the Black Tiger Gang were completely stupid, what do the people of Wanliu Sect mean, it doesn't matter? Didn't you say before that you were going to expel the other party from the martial arts conference? Why did you go first? Is this a joke?

Seeing that there was no hope of asking for help, facing the comatose head and the senior brother who had his leg broken, the only remaining innate master of the Black Tiger Gang could only grit his teeth and said fiercely: "All the disciples of the Black Tiger Gang!" We... Walk. ”

There's really no way, I can't beat people now, and no one comes to uphold justice, insisting on staying can only be embarrassing, martial arts is so cruel, you can't beat the other party, everything is in vain.

After this farce, the preliminary round continued, but everyone's eyes were different when they looked at the Shan Huang faction, this unknown sect was not only strong, but it seemed that the background was not small, and even the people of the Wanliu Sect were instigated, it seemed that it was not easy to deal with.

In this atmosphere, the preliminary round ended, and the twenty-one sects that entered the next round (including the bye of the Bombing Gang) were born accordingly. The disciple of the Wanliu Sect who had explained the rules of the competition before reappeared and shouted loudly, "The sect that has obtained the qualification for the next round, please come to me." ”

"The rules of this round are much the same as the previous round, it is still a draw, the same number of sects continue to play against each other, and the winner enters the final round. Because there are twenty-one sects in this round, there is still a bye qualification. However, for the sake of fairness, the Bombers who qualified for a bye in the last round will be the last to draw. ”

For this kind of rule, Lu Ming can also understand, after all, the martial arts conference is more about strength than luck, for them, a bye has saved a lot of physical strength, and there is no need to force it, so they nodded their heads in obedience.

But some things are just so small, when all the sects are looking forward to not meeting the Shan Huang faction, and looking forward to the bye, the blank sign has never appeared.

Five, eight, thirteen, a full nineteen sects have passed, and the qualifications for the bye have still not been determined, and only the single yellow faction and the Bombing Gang have not yet been drawn in the field.

At this moment, the atmosphere became very delicate, there were only two signatures left in the clay pot, one must be blank, and whoever got it meant that he could have a bye until the last round.

At this moment, all the sects pinned their hopes on the Shan Huang faction, and if such a powerful potential opponent had a bye, it would be a wonderful thing.

"Shan Huang Pie!"

"Bye!"

"Shan Huang Pie!"

"Bye!"

。。。。

Gradually, the sound of the Shan Huang faction having a bye sounded in the field, and it became louder and louder, and Liu Angxing, who was engaged in the draw on behalf of the Shan Huang faction, was a little nervous, is this the legendary expectation?

I saw him slowly stuff his hand into the jar, gently took out a talisman and put it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Which sect is No. 3?" ”

I'm going to go, isn't it a bye, you're laughing at a fart, are you sick, and you're so happy when you fight?! Seeing his smiling face, all the sects itched their teeth angrily, and one of the bald uncles trembled with anger, because he was the number three...

"It's not fair!"

"Yes, it's not fair, they've already had a bye once!"

"We are asking for a new draw!"

"Yes, redraw!"

The result of Liu Angxing's lottery meant that Lu Ming's Bombing Gang had a bye again, which naturally caused dissatisfaction among all the sects, if it weren't for the golden sign of Wanliu Sect placed here, they would even suspect that someone was cheating.

For this kind of mass incident, the disciples of Wanliu Sect were obviously a little panicked, and could only ask Lu Ming in a low voice: "Gang Master Lu, look... ”

"I don't look."

Lu Ming's answer was so bad that he choked this disciple to death, he could only continue with a sad face: "Everyone is asking for a new lot, do you think we will do it again?" ”

"It's just nonsense, if you don't draw lots, you have to start again, how can there be such a rule. If that's the case, wouldn't the sects that didn't get a bye be able to apply for a restart, and so on, then we'll all draw lots here today to see if this martial arts conference will become a joke! ”

Lu Ming's words occupy a rational word, the so-called no rules are not a circle, if you change the rules because of your bad luck, then the authority of the martial arts conference will be challenged, and the resulting impact is not something that a few sects can bear.

But it was really difficult for everyone to accept this kind of good luck of the Bombing Gang, and in the end, everyone unanimously decided that another round of lottery would be held, and this time no matter what the result was, no sect or individual could have any objections.

"Let him be the first to smoke! I don't believe in more than 20 lots, he can draw a blank one at a time! Seeing that it was about to start, the bald head suddenly pointed at Lu Ming and said.

The others thought about it, and it seemed that this was the case, and it might be better to change the order, so they also nodded their heads.

"Okay, if you are willing to die, I will be willing to bury you." Seeing that these leaders were scrambling to give him the "opportunity", Lu Ming naturally smiled, and when he opened the [True Eye], he found the sign he wanted without much effort.

"it!"

When they saw the blank talisman in Lu Ming's hand again, everyone's hearts were like thousands of grass and mud horses running past, and in surprise, they stared at the bald head at the same time.

Bald head: "Look at what I do, what can I do, I'm also helpless!! ”