Chapter 1155 - Too Bad Luck (Page 1/1)

The warriors under the ring couldn't help but stretch their necks, wanting to see clearly what Ling Xuzi had become under Qiu Lang's knife for the first time. Through the billowing smoke and dust, Qiu Lang gasped slightly, while constantly exploring the situation behind the smoke and dust, wanting to accept the results of his knife.

To everyone's surprise, under Qiu Lang's stab across most of the ring, Ling Xuzi still looked like he hadn't been hurt for a long time, and he didn't even have a trace of dust on his face. And the sharp-eyed martial artist found that Ling Xuzi's dress at the moment was completely different from what he was wearing when he came to the stage, and he was obviously completely changed. Originally, it was just a light brown coarse linen robe, but at this moment, it was changed into a black and white silk robe, and behind this robe, there was a circular pattern that was exactly the same as the one that Ling Xuozi had used just now.

"Even the Tai Chi robe is available, it seems that this Fang Yuan Sect is really not simple, I'm really more interested......" Just like other people were also suspecting that Ling Xuzi's unscathed was mostly related to the Dao robe he changed on, Ye Chen could directly conclude that Ling Xuzi relied on the special effects of the Tai Chi robe. The only thing that Ye Chen didn't understand was that even the power of Yin and Yang Tai Chi was not used by the authentic Fang Yuan Sect, why there was a completely authentic Tai Chi suit.

However, the next development was equally exciting, if Ling Xuzi's unscathed surprise brought everyone the first surprise, then Ling Xuzi's neat shouting of the word "admit defeat" when Qiu Lang was about to make persistent efforts to launch an attack was the second surprise that was even greater.

When everyone was still surprised by Ling Xuzi's admission of defeat, Ling Xuzi had completely put away his intention to continue the duel, and began to respectfully bow to Qiu Lang, so that Qiu Lang could only accept his hand in a sneering manner.

"Brother Qiu Dao's strength is really extraordinary, whether it is the mastery of the law of the earth or his own sword skills, he has been perfected, and what is even more valuable is that he can also combine the two into one to create a more lethal killing move, and the name of my genius should be transferred to Brother Qiu Dao. Ling Xuozi opened his mouth to praise, and Qiu Lang, who was so thick-skinned that he was like a city wall, was a little embarrassed, and in line with the principle of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Qiu Lang directly put away the weapon and put on a harmonious and friendly appearance.

However, Ling Xuozi paused, and immediately changed his words and said: "Of course, if Brother Qiu Dao can turn back, it would be better to put down his murder weapon as soon as possible, so that Brother Qiu Dao will definitely be able to ......."

Hearing that Ling Xuozi began to talk about the same topic again, Qiu Lang interrupted impatiently: "Come on, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at me, the winner of the duel, if you have the ability, you can wait until you defeat me and then tell me these useless words." ”

Qiu Lang thought that saying this would block Ling Xuzi to the point of retreating, but unexpectedly, Ling Xuozi nodded solemnly and said seriously: "Brother Qiu Dao is right, Ling Xu's current strength is indeed not as good as Brother Qiu Dao, then Ling Xuan will leave this matter alone for the time being." Meeting is fate, and in the future, Ling Xuan will definitely find Brother Qiu Dao again, and help Brother Qiu Dao to break this magic barrier of Brother Dao. ”

Qiu Lang stared at Ling Xuzi for a long time with an idiot look, and after deciding that the other party was not joking, he immediately waved his hand and said, "Forget it, whatever you say, I won't accompany you." With that, Qiu Lang began to walk towards the ring, muttering in his mouth: "Just ignore such a guy, it's a waste of time to say half a word more." Alas...... Why is it that this shot is quite cool, but I always feel inexplicable bad luck in my heart......"

With a head full of incomprehension and confusion, Ye Chen just walked out of the ring directly, leaving his chic back to everyone behind him, but before he could reach the area of the Flying Star Academy, he was stopped by Wan Zhongliang.

"Little Brother Qiu, you wait, don't go, Little Brother Qiu......"

Qiu Lang turned around, only to see Wan Zhongliang constantly beckoning in his direction, "Little Brother Qiu, come back quickly, we have to conduct the next round of lots." ”

After Wan Zhongliang said this, Qiu Lang suddenly realized that he had accidentally become a finale again, and after the competition, he should wait for others on the stage to draw lots together. Thinking of this, Qiu Lang hurriedly lowered his head and returned the way he came, eager to pretend that nothing had happened just now.

Seeing that Qiu Lang was called back by himself, Wan Zhongliang reassuredly announced that the martial artist who had just won would also return to the ring. Including the martial artists of the Five Factions Alliance who received a bye, the six martial artists who will conduct the next round of lottery duels are lined up, and it happens that the Flying Star Academy accounts for three people, and the other forces account for a total of three people, and the ratio of five or five is neither good nor bad.

While waiting for the results of the lottery, everyone in the audience ridiculed and summed up a characteristic of the lottery stone, and found that the fewer people participating in the lottery, the longer the reaction time of the lottery stone, obviously only the last six people were left to participate in the lottery, but this time the lottery stone turned for half an hour and did not see the result.

In the end, when everyone gradually began to lose their minds, three pairs of stones suddenly flew out of the draw stones, indicating the final lineup.

Judging from the results, the matchup between six and three can be described as the most unlucky since the draw of the Flying Star Academy. Among the six people, the first pair to get the lottery stones were Qiu Lang and Zhuang Lingyun, and when they saw the stones in their hands flashing with the same light in their eyes, the two showed a wry smile at the same time. In addition, Meng Zhuyin unfortunately won Tang Wuming, and after seeing Tang Wuming's many shots, even if he was as confident as Meng Zhuyin, he didn't dare to say how much chance he had of winning.

For such a result, the martial artists of the Scattered Cultivator and the Five Factions Alliance who were drawn together were naturally the most excited, and the two hugged each other without hesitation, as if they didn't realize that the other party was their next opponent.

Because the five duels did not take a long time, after deliberation, Wan Zhongliang announced that half an hour would be used as the time for the intermission, and then the next round of six-in-three matchups would begin.

Such a compact and exciting duel arrangement is naturally a pleasure for the martial artists who watch the battle, but it is obviously not a fair thing for the contestants who have consumed different amounts in the previous round of duels. However, this is the nature of the draw versus finals system, and the unfairness is one of its highlights.

"The draw is a matter of luck, we have been lucky so many times before, and it is normal for us to be unlucky once. Looking at the three people who walked back from the ring with their heads downcast, Ye Chen immediately comforted them and asked them not to think too much.

"But...... Bad luck is not worse than this, I draw with Lingyun, how can this be compared. Qiu Lang's whole face was full of frustration, and he almost cried directly in front of Ye Chen.

"This ...... That's between you and Lingyun, and I can't control it. Speaking of this, Ye Chen could only shrug helplessly, saying that he could not give Qiu Lang any effective help.

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