For point 4, Song Ming felt that this bottom line was a bit strict, but Shi Yun said on the side:

"It's too loose. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info∑ top novel,"

"Huh?"

Because the current level of medical care is too high, to what extent? Even if someone cuts it off with a sword, the survival rate of being treated within five minutes is 60%; Within five minutes of the heart stopping non-traumatically, the probability of being revived is 80%; As long as there is money, the cure rate of any chronic terminal illness is 100%......

Hearing Shi Yun say this, although Song Ming had grass roots in his mouth and seemed calm, he couldn't help but sweat for Song Dabao who was about to start the game on the stage.

Fortunately, three hours later, Song Dabao was still alive and unharmed.

Of those 24 fights, he was knocked out of fourteen, six out of bounds and three countdowns, and luckily the last one, because his opponent had diarrhea in the middle of the fight, which allowed him to successfully complete the "KO" zero break, with a total win rate of 16.7%.

At the end of the battle, Song Dabao smiled and walked away.

Zhong Zhide, who was in charge of security law enforcement not far away, turned pale.

Two hours later, Zhao Xiaochuan also completed 18 fights, suffered a slight injury, knocked out three opponents three times in 18 matches, won five times, lost eight times, and was knocked out by opponents twice, with a win rate of 44.4%, and his performance was acceptable.

Songming's patience for boring things is extremely low.

Despite this, he still insisted on refueling for four or five hours, and then because he was extremely tired, he disappeared into the crowd, and at this moment he fell asleep without knowing where to go, and forgot all about promising Ye Lan to cheer for him.

Seven hours later, the disciples of the first to sixth orders have completed all the matches on the first day, and the total winning rate of the disciples of the Merry Dao is 39%, which is a significant increase from the 24% winning rate of the team led by Zhou Hong in the previous session.

After knowing this result, Zhong Zhide's always serious expression relaxed a little, and even the dean Lan Ting Zhenren personally cast an approving glance at him.

Next up is the seventh, eighth, and ninth rank races.

The only disciples in this range of Merry Dao majors are Ye Lan and Shi Yun.

Among the first- to sixth-order disciples who participated in the first day of the competition, according to their results, there were almost no disciples who were expected to rank in the top ten of the academy at the same level, so the expectation of the Merry Dao major to break into the finals fell on Ye Lan and Shi Yun.

……

Night has fallen.

Around the bamboo platform in the Valley of the Wind, hundreds of shadowless oil lamps were lit together, reflecting the entire venue extremely brightly, bright but without the slightest dazzling.

The Ten Dao Martial Arts was held 24 hours a day, and the Dean Zhenren, who was in charge of the overall supervision of the battle, was replaced by Elder Luo Yun at this time, and his direct disciple Qi Yu also came at this moment, causing a commotion among the female disciples.

Among them is Ye Lan, as a girl with a normal development of her concept of love, when she saw her childhood idol and the dream lover of the year, although her expression could deliberately maintain cold arrogance, her eyes could not be controlled, and she looked in the direction of Qi Yu from time to time, until Qi Yu returned to her with a trademark charming smile and a certain breathtaking handsome look, Ye Lan finally couldn't hold it, lowered her head, her cheeks were slightly red, her ears were hot, and she kept blaming herself in her heart, and tried her best to adjust her mood to a state of imminent battle.

Shi Yun's competition was the first to be conducted.

He was considered the man with the heaviest task in the whole competition, because there was only one seventh-order disciple in the Merry Channel, and the number of seventh-order disciples in the whole sect was eighty-eight, that is, according to the rules, he had to fight against eighty-eight disciples in a row.

Shi Yun's face was solemn, and a slight sweat oozed from his forehead.

Zhong Zhide cast an expectant gaze at him, revealing a rare nervousness in his eyes.

Soon, Shi Yun lived up to his master's expectations, defeating a Fire Dao disciple and a Qingshui Dao disciple in a row, and in the third game after that, he met a familiar face-

The owner of the face is named Zhang Ruifeng.

In fact, he has only seen this face a few times, and it is not too familiar, and what is more conspicuous and eye-catching than it is that he is watching the battle from outside the venue-

Zhang Beiming.

When the rival in love met, his eyes were very red, but what broke his heart more than his rival Zhang Beiming was that the ex-girlfriend who was holding Zhang Beiming's arm was still as beautiful as a flower-

Zhang Cuishan.

Shi Yun's eyes showed a rare gloom, his right hand was holding the Dao Sword tightly, and his feeling at this moment was like a scabbed scar on his body, which had been torn out by life, and blood flew out in an instant.

Not happy, very unhappy.

The game begins.

Zhang Ruifeng, as always, is provocative:

"What about the coincidence, I didn't expect that in just half a year, your cultivation would already be on par with me, I was worried that I wouldn't find a chance to abuse you, but I didn't expect you to turn your face over."

Shi Yun was angry in his heart, but there was a cold light in his eyes:

"It's useless to talk too much, Wind Channel, Twelve-style sickle!"

Before the move was issued, Zhang Ruifeng immediately sneered and responded:

"The twelve styles are far from enough, the Thousand Golden Dao, the Ring Road Hundred Sword Technique!"

This is a duel between the wind sickle and the flying sword!

Facing the unbearable gaze of his ex-girlfriend, the cold face of his rival, and the disdainful provocation of his opponent, for Shi Yun, this is a battle that cannot be lost, and he must not lose, and he cannot lose to death!

And then—

He lost.

I almost died.

The samurai's robes were torn and dyed red, his body was covered with sword wounds, his limbs were pierced by four short swords one by one, and the whole person was nailed to the bamboo platform and could not move, and the blood stained his body red, dripping down the bamboo platform into the Valley of the Wind.

Shi Yun, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"I haven't lost yet—"

Being conscious and not admitting defeat means that the opponent can continue to attack.

Zhang Ruifeng smiled coldly, waved his hand, and a flying sword fell from the sky and fell straight towards Shi Jin's abdomen.

Zhang Beiming in the audience showed a disdainful smile; Zhang Cuishan was a little unbearable, and deliberately twisted her head away; Zhong Zhide frowned, his face was like frost; Qi Yu shook his head in a dashing manner on the side; Elder Luo Yun sneered slightly; Song Dabao and the others opened their mouths wide and shouted for help; Ye Lan was about to come to the rescue, but it was too late.

Seeing that the flying sword is about to go straight into Shi Yun, at this critical moment-

In the bright venue, there was a sudden breeze blowing, and Shi Yun, who had been gritting his teeth and insisting, lost consciousness in an instant with his eyes at this moment, and the flying sword that fell straight towards him was like a goose feather, floating to the side with the wind.

Zhang Ruifeng thought it was Elder Luo Yun's hand, and muttered in a low voice at this moment:

"Cut, I won't take his life, why is the elder so nervous?"

Luo Yun's face was solemn, because it wasn't his hand!

At this moment, an old man with unkempt black hair and a wrinkled face wandered back and forth from the night sky of the Valley of the Wind, shook his head, and then disappeared again.

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Preview: Chapter 0089, I have very few friends