Time flies like a white horse, more than a month, it passes in the blink of an eye, and the martial arts fight is also close at hand.

In this month's time, Qin Tian refined both the Chiyang Leg and the Fire Devouring Fist to the fullest, and the realm did not break through to the ninth level of the Xuanqi Realm, because the more the realm reached the back few levels, the more difficult it was to cultivate, but Qin Tian had two hole cards that could deal with Liu Zhan.

Slowly standing up straight, his somewhat sour body, Qin Tian unexpectedly did not continue to cultivate Xuan Qi, but instead took out a set of decent white clothes from the wardrobe...

On the day before the year-end fight, everyone who participates in the fight goes to the martial arts arena and draws lots to decide who will fight today. I had just changed my clothes, but there was a gentle knock at the door.

"Brother Qin Tian, are you there?"

Hearing the voice of the girl's Qingling, Qin Tian hurriedly buttoned up his clothes, and then walked slowly to the door and pulled one of them open. As soon as the door opened, the warm sunlight suddenly poured in, shining on the young man in the white shirt, and the angular face looked particularly eye-catching.

Outside the door, the girl is slim, the sky blue bracelet lies on the wrist at will, and the small face carved in pink and jade is delicate and makes people can't help but pinch it with their hands, to see if this is a painting? or a person? The refreshing light blue clothes perfectly set off the delicate body that has begun to take shape, and the small breasts covered by the clothes are a little green, but they still proudly release the temptation of youth.

Looking at the delicate girl outside the door, Qin Tian was stunned for a long moment, before he slowly came back to his senses, looked Qin Shuang up and down, and was amazed: "It's early in the morning, I thought it was a fairy coming, take a closer look, it turned out to be my frost." ”

Hearing Qin Tian's ridiculous praise, Qin Shuang smiled slightly, with a bit of joy in his eyes, raised his snow-white chin, and looked at the young man in front of him.

The angular face, exuding the breath of sunshine, with a somewhat confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and the long-term physical training also made Qin Tian's body strong and strong, wearing a white shirt on his body, the whole person looked like a handsome young man.

Qin Shuang was a little distracted, Qin Tian couldn't help but be a little stunned, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Qin Shuang hurriedly looked away, two crimson blushes quietly flew on her cheeks, and said with a smile: "Let's go, we have to go to the lottery today, and in two days it will be the day of your showdown with Liu Zhan, are you ready?"

Qin Tian shrugged his shoulders, slowly clenched his curved palm, and chuckled, "That's about you, how can I not be ready?"

The crimson that was about to fade just now flew to Qin Shuang's cheeks again, looking at Qin Tian who was full of confidence, and chuckled: "I believe in you!"

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There are hundreds of people standing in the huge martial arts arena, some of them are here to watch, some are here to compete, and there are still people betting in the small corner of the martial arts arena, ready to make a profit. In the center of the arena is a bluestone arena, a high platform located in the east of the arena, where you can see any corner of the arena.

At this moment, there are already dense figures, and the number of people around at this time, Qin Tian's preliminary estimate, is dense, and there are hundreds of people in a circle.

Qin Zheng sat in the middle of the high platform, Liu Heng sat on Qin Zheng's right, Liang Qi, the head of the Liang family, sat on Qin Zheng's left, and some elders sat next to him.

In the center of the martial arts arena stood a middle-aged man in a white shirt with an expressionless face, shouting loudly: "Everyone be quiet, please come to the stage." ”

Thirty contestants came up one after another, and then stood in three rows, each with ten people. The middle-aged man touched the air ring in his right hand, and then a wooden box with a wooden seal on three sides and only a small hole on the top appeared in the middle-aged man's hand out of thin air, and then said to Qin Tian and them: "This wooden box contains thirty notes, on which are the names of thirty of you. ”

The middle-aged man walked to the first line with the wooden box - the Liu family's team, and said as he walked: "If you draw your name, throw the note in it and draw it again, if someone else draws your name, come to the front, don't draw it." ”

Standing first was Liu Zhan, since he reached the ninth peak of the Xuanqi Realm, and then took the Casting Spirit Pill to break through to the Xuanling Realm, he began to look forward to the battle with Qin Tian as soon as possible. Now that the battle with Qin Tian is close at hand, Liu Zhan is very excited in his heart, and he can't wait to go up and solve Qin Tian immediately.

Liu Zhan put his hand into the wooden box and shouted in his heart: "It must be Qin Tian." Then Liu Zhan's hand touched the wooden box for half a minute, waiting for the middle-aged man to be a little impatient.

After noticing the impatience on the middle-aged man's face, Liu Zhan immediately took out a note.

Then I opened it and looked at it, and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed, because the note was written - Liang Jie, a girl from the Liang family, Liu Zhan handed the note to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man put his hand into the wooden box, the note turned in the wooden box without wind, and in an instant, a note with Liu Zhan's name appeared in the man's hand, and he took out the note and tore it up, so as not to draw it from later people.

When Qin Tian saw this scene, he instantly understood what was going on, this was the middle-aged man's spiritual power that had been injected into the note, as long as the middle-aged man moved his mind, the note he wanted could fly back into the man's hand.

"In the first group, Liu Zhan fought against Liang Jie, where is Liang Jie?" the middle-aged man shouted.

"Here. A white hand was raised, and a woman with a beautiful face walked up to the middle-aged man. Liu Zhan's eyes looked straight at the woman with a good face in front of him, and swept away the loss that he hadn't drawn Qin Tian just now.

Looking at Liu Zhan looking at himself nakedly, Liang Jie turned her head directly, walked off the stage, and then quietly stayed in the audience and waited for the draw to end. Liu Zhan turned his head and smiled at Qin Tian: "Don't lose to someone else, otherwise I will win that bet!"

Standing next to Liu Zhan was a young man in black, with a very cold appearance, who put his hand into the wooden box, and after half a second, he took out a note with his finger. As soon as the young man flipped his fingers, the note was opened, and he said lightly: "Qin Jing." ”

The middle-aged man didn't seem to recognize the cold young man in front of him, and asked, "What's your name?", and the black-clothed young man replied lightly: "Shaowen." ”

"Okay, the second group, Shaowen vs. Qin Jing. There was no need for the middle-aged man to say more, Qin Jing consciously left the Qin family's team and walked to the front.

Looking at the cold young man in front of him, Qin Tian smelled a hint of danger and thought: This person is not surnamed Liu, could it be that person's son?

In the third group, a disciple of the Liu family named Liu Zhi drew another disciple of his own family, but this is a competition, even if he draws someone from his own family, he will not show mercy. Because this game determines how much he will be valued in the family in the future.

When Liu Feng, who arrived at the fourth draw, opened the note in his hand and looked at it, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic, thinking: I can finally take revenge for the last arrow.

"Fourth group, Liu Feng vs. Qin Tian!"

Hearing this, Qin Tian shrugged his shoulders, and in the eyes of everyone, he walked to the front, thinking: It's really a narrow road!

(It's late, weak and so weak that it begs for a collection)