A big man stood at the registration office, looking at the stage defiantly:

"Ling Doudou is a genius girl, but she is young and ignorant. I don't know what means you used, but if you don't prove your strength, do you think you're worthy of her? ”

Zhang Binhui's body stopped at the top of the ring, he slowly turned his head, and his fingers hooked downward:

"Okay, you come up, I'll wait for you."

The red open logo once again attracted everyone's attention, and anger poured back into everyone's chest, and the students who were about to leave the venue returned to their seats again, this time hoping that Dahan would beat Zhang Binhui up.

A, B, and C cheered very loudly, and they found that this big man was the one who bet just now, and sure enough, there was no exception, and big man was also one of Ling Doudou's admirers.

Offstage, Beverly was a little stunned, he was very familiar with the people on stage, the genius junior brother of the elite class, he had always been obsessed with practice, and he had never heard of anyone he liked.

Beverly never thought that the bald head Qiang's behavior today would touch him so much, and the junior brother would actually be willing to take action for a girl.

Walking into the ring steadily, Dahan did not directly measure the spirit, but confronted Zhang Binhui face to face: "Leave her, I will let you go." ”

Zhang Binhui smiled coldly: "You are not worthy!" ”

Dahan didn't say anything, but his appearance began to change.

~一~本~Read~Small~ Say~ The big man of ybdu took off the disguise of the actual combat situation, and a slender young man appeared in front of Zhang Binhui, and the audience suddenly exclaimed.

"Francis, he's Francis!"

A, B, and C high-fived each other: "It turned out to be Francis, okay, this bald head is dead." ”

Madison, who was knocked out of the ring by Zhang Binhui before, is still here, he is a student of the Glorious Military Academy, he doesn't know the stakes of Francis, and when he saw the crowd in the audience, he immediately came up and asked:

"Is this Francis very stakesome?"

"He's not very stakes, but quite stakes," Jia Tou didn't reply: "One of the genius boys of Ziwei, the same batch of students as Ling Doudou, known as one of the backup members of Ziwei's 'Five Heavenly Kings'."

His future is predictable, he just needs time to grow, do you say he has a good or bad interest? ”

Obviously, Francis has a high prestige in the crape myrtle branch, and since he revealed his true face, the audience immediately cheered.

But all this did not have any effect on Zhang Binhui, he shrugged his shoulders: "Is it famous?" Haven't heard of it. ”

Francis snorted and sneered, pressed his right palm on the spirit meter, and the crystal pillar soared upwards with a swish.

Gold and yellow, five levels and four layers.

The audience was like a boiling ocean, and Beverly called out directly: "Bald head, you are dead, my junior brother usually fights sixth-level players, your third-level level, surrender." ”

Zhang Binhui was unmoved, staring at Francis eye to eye, and also pressed his palm up.

The crystal pillar rose in a straight line, soaring to the fifth level before stopping, and the noisy environment was instantly quiet.

Level 5, the bald head and strong spiritual power actually have a human level 5? What kind of soul suppression is this? How can you control your spiritual power so low? I can't even measure the actual combat situation!

All the audience began to worry: maybe this bald head is not easy to deal with.

The results of the spirit test also surprised Francis, and he looked at Zhang Binhui for the first time, and his eyes looked a little solemn.

The referee announces the status of both players as usual:

"Champion: bald and strong; Spiritual properties unknown; Rank 5; Previous record: Seven wins in seven fights. Challengers: Francis; Spiritual power attributes: gold, earth; Levels: Levels: Five levels, four layers; Past record: Eighty-two battles, sixty-nine wins. The game begins. ”

The two fighters retreated to either side of the ring, and with a "bang", Francis released the battle badge.

Yellow sand shrouded one side of the ring, and Francis was suddenly lost on the field.

Zhang Binhui did not show weakness, this is a battle of honor, for himself, and in order to prove Ling Doudou's vision, he must not lag behind him in terms of momentum.

Six bolts of lightning erupted from Zhang Binhui's body, two times and four up, swimming around like an octopus, and the "crackling" sound exploded into dust.

The audience was originally restricted by Francis's momentum, but they were suddenly attracted by Zhang Binhui's more dazzling tricks, and suddenly there was a "wow", and the exclamation was very neat.

The lightning continued to stretch, two of them were on the ground, and the other four seemed to be attracted by the air cover, and swam to the air wall, and the plasma flowed along the air cover, and immediately dyed half of the arena blue.

The entire audience seemed very quiet, and everyone didn't expect that the bald head was so strong, and the result of the game may not be as optimistic as expected.

The area of the yellow sand grew larger and larger, and there was even the howling sound of a strong wind coming from inside, and the sandstorm slowly swam to the middle of the arena.

In the air, the six thunderbolts became thicker and thicker, the pillar of light pushed Zhang Binhui in mid-air, and the thunderbolt blew up the air cover with a "pop, pop", and the two were ready, and the battle broke out.

On the ground, the center of the sandstorm suddenly recessed, revealing the figure of Francis, who folded his hands in front of his chest, and a golden ball was placed in it, and shouted:

"Enlightenment, bald head!"

Francis pushed forward and blasted the ball of light out.

In mid-air, Zhang Binhui did not show weakness, and the six electric pillars merged into one, forming a lightning bolt the size of a bucket, and there was a thunderous "click", like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the electric pillar stabbed Francis fiercely.

But in the blink of an eye, the two attacks met in mid-air and collided head-on.

With a "boom", it was like the sky was cracking, and a white light came out in response, and the two attacks were evenly matched, shattering each other, and spreading to both sides against each other.

The air flow gushed out, advancing horizontally in the shape of a flat dish, and the wave-like shock wave instantly hit the air cover of the arena, cutting an arc outward in the middle of it, and bulging high outward, frightening the surrounding spectators to instinctively shrink downward, as if the protective shield was about to be blown apart.

The power of the rebound was unstoppable, Zhang Binhui felt as if he had been hit by a city pillar, his body flew upside down, and with a "poof", he was slapped into the top of the air hood.

Francis below was also very uncomfortable, the force was irresistible at all, he felt a softness under his feet, the ground exploded instantly, the rubble shot out, and Francis directly submerged into the ground.

The aftermath of the shock wave did not subside, and it slammed into the cracked ground, and the huge stone slab was suddenly slapped and erected.

The spectators in the stands let out a "wow", and in surprise, they all stood up automatically, and they all stared at the ring stupidly.

Everyone never expected that there was no one-sided situation on the stage, and the two fought evenly at the first time.