Early the next morning, the martial arts field was already full of people. Everyone is very happy, there are not many opportunities to be absent from work like this all year round, and there is also a free lively view, it is refreshing to think about it, and even some good disciples have made bets, wanting to take the opportunity to get rich. I heard that even the cooks who usually keep the pots and spoons in their hands suddenly became idle, and looked around the crowd with a big belly.

Today's match is based on a lottery, and those who draw the same length and short draw are divided into a group. Unlike the first format, the two people who are divided into groups today are not rivals but teammates, and work together to eliminate the rest of the teams.

I took the lottery and looked for my teammates. Coincidentally, my teammate's name is Little Persimmon, who often helps me take care of the vegetable garden, and he loves to listen to me tell ghost stories.

I happily hugged the little persimmon and felt very kind.

Little persimmon said: Senior brother, fortunately, today we are teammates and not opponents.

I agree: Who said no, almost our brothers had to kill each other, I really can't do it.

The little persimmon said: Yes, yes, no one can beat you, I worship you.

Little Persimmon and I praised each other, and refused to stop when the competition was about to start.

The referee stood in the center of the martial arts field and said: Eight people were eliminated in this game.

There was a sudden explosion on and off the field.

Everyone on the field was thinking: It's over, eight people have to die at once, it's terrible.

Everyone on the field was thinking: it's over, the bet is too hasty, and the panties are going to be lost.

The referee then said: You have formed teams in twos and twos, a total of six groups. This means that only two groups can make it to the finals. In this game, you will win by taking out the other four groups before the sun sets.

Little Persimmon and I looked at each other.

When the referee leaves the arena quickly, the game begins. But each of the six groups occupied a corner of the field, watching the movements of the rest of the group. No one dares to act rashly.

The little persimmon came up to me and whispered: Senior brother, how do you say we should fight?

I said, "If the enemy does not move, I will not move."

The little persimmon said: Is it possible that everyone wants to stand like this until the sun goes down?

I said, "No, if we all live until the sun goes down, it means that we all lose, and if we all lose, we all die."

The little persimmon was frightened and hiccuped: Then if there is a fight, we can't get up.

I said: It depends.

Thinking of that delicious roast chicken last night, I pinched my thigh and warned myself that I couldn't die.

Suddenly, the little persimmon arched me slightly.

I still whispered: What's wrong?

The little persimmon said: Look over there, whether the two groups are allied.

I looked in the direction that the little persimmon was pointing, damn it! Obviously, everyone noticed the movement of the two groups, and they all began to look at the other groups, as if to hint: Do you want to destroy them together!

I touched my chin and frowned, revealing a hint of wisdom. I put all my energy into my eyes for diplomacy.

The little persimmon patted me again and said, "Senior brother, I have a bold idea."

I nodded my head in approval, and I didn't bother to look at him, my eyes were busy receiving and sending messages at the moment.

The little persimmon consciously put it in my ear and said: Why don't we take advantage of the fact that there are two groups forming an alliance now, and we can unite with the other three groups to kill them!

I said, "Okay, you have a good idea, so do it."

The little persimmon heard me praise him, and stood aside to steal the fun.

I quickly changed my eyes and extended invitations to the other groups. Soon, the men understood what I meant, and they all smiled slyly.

So the four of us swarmed at the same time, and without much effort, we took out the two groups that were the first to form an alliance, one and four respectively.

Then we quickly dispersed, and went back to where we started, watching each other warily.

The little persimmon said worriedly: This is troublesome.

I held my chin and thought that if two or two form an alliance, then the problem is not serious, and I am most afraid of a three-on-one situation, but three-on-one is not the best decision, because it means that the next two will be two-on-one, and it is conceivable that no one wants to put themselves in the dangerous situation of fighting alone. In this way, the balance cannot be easily upset.

The little persimmon said: Senior brother, I see that guy No. 7 has a ghost in his eyes, is he trying to mess with us?

I looked at the number seven of the three groups for a moment and said, "This guy is now planning to repeat the same mistake."

The little persimmon said: Despicable, or we should quickly unite the two groups to kill this villain.

I said, "So what is the difference between you and him?"

The little persimmon was blocked by me and couldn't speak.

The signs are getting more and more wrong, and the little persimmon and I know that the situation is critical, so we all squeeze our eyebrows.

At this point, the sun is already halfway off.

We were anxious, and our backs were already drenched in sweat.

I gritted my teeth and let go. I took a few steps ahead and said, "That's ...... I am number sixteen, and I have a few words on behalf of our second group.

Everyone stared at my piece of meat like jackals, tigers and leopards.

I said, "From what I've just observed, the three of you are planning to form an alliance against our second group, right?"

Seven said, "Yes, we did.

I said, "Okay, then I dare to ask you, if our second group is eliminated, what will you three groups do?" Presumably, one group will naturally become isolated and unable to resist.

The crowd was deep in thought.

I then persuaded that it was not wise to rush to get rid of our two groups!

No. 7 gritted his teeth and asked: No. 16, what do you say?

I said: Why don't we have an alliance of two or two, four against four, how about a fair fight?

When everyone heard this, they fell into deep thought.

Seeing that there is still a glimmer of hope for me and Xiao Persimmon to survive, I continue to work hard: the so-called feng shui takes turns, and I invited everyone to kill other groups not long ago, but now it is also the target of public criticism. Who would have predicted which group would face such a desperate situation next?

No. 7 said: Listen to my analysis, we all know who he is on the sixteenth, this kid has not been a fuel-efficient lamp since he was a child. I don't know what his martial arts are, but this man looks quite cunning.

I held the little persimmon, and my whole body trembled with anger.

Seeing this, the 21st also stood up to mend the knife: Indeed, if you think about the ghost story he told, ordinary people can make it up.

Seven said, "So, brother, I think we have to work together to kill him first, or we'll die."

The little persimmon couldn't support me anymore, and even he began to weaken his legs.

The twenty-one said: Okay, then our six groups agreed. The two brothers in the fifth group also made a statement.

The two people in the fifth group didn't think about it and immediately agreed.

The twenty-first said again: Then the second group sitting on the ground should also make a statement, and the third group of us has decided to kill you first, and you agree or not.

I sat on the floor angrily and rolled my eyes.

The little persimmon couldn't get angry, and muttered weakly in my ear: Isn't this an insult, it's going to kill us and ask us if we agree, is it useful to disagree.

I got up from the ground and pulled the little persimmon up again.

I whispered to him: How are your martial arts?

The little persimmon said: It's okay, it's not worse than those few.

I wondered: Have you compared?

The little persimmon said: They all live in a thousand water houses, and they have some points in their hearts.

I said: I've dragged you down, who knew they were so prejudiced against me.

The little persimmon said: It's okay, brother, you are blessed and enjoy the hardships together. It's worth dying with you, and it's not lonely to have you tell ghost stories on Huangquan Road.

I said, "Nonsense, we were ghosts at that time, and we still talk about ghost stories."

The little persimmon said: Hahahahahaha, senior brother, you are quite humorous.

In the middle of the chatter, the sun has already turned to the top of the mountain.

These people are all gearing up for action.

I pulled my dagger out of my bosom and stared at the group of tigers and wolves in front of me for a moment. Seeing this, the little persimmon took out his weapon in understanding. I glanced at his weapon, it was an ancient wooden sword, although it was a simple wooden sword, but there was a copper-yellow sword aura around this wooden sword.

I said, "Your sword has some meaning."

The little persimmon said: Hehe, this wooden sword is an heirloom of our family, and my father passed it on to me before he died.

I said, "It's a good sword, and I hope you, the heirloom, will keep us safe through this catastrophe."

When the wolves saw that we were chatting enthusiastically, they completely ignored them.

Seven said impatiently: Hey you two, do you want to fight?

I said, "What's the hurry?"

At this moment, whether it is the onlookers off the field, the referee team on the side of the field, or the leading cadres at or above the hall level on the viewing platform, their eyes are burning. Those disciples who had left a long time ago were also called back, and at the moment, this event should not be missed by anyone in the Valley of Despair, otherwise you will have no common topic with others the next day.

I took one last look at the viewing platform, where Master was standing fluttering in white clothes. He's so far away from me, I can't make out his expression at all, but it must stink, after all, his beloved disciples are almost finished, and his old man can't laugh after all.

I put away the last of my wry smile and rushed out like a cheetah.

The little persimmon followed me like a little leopard.

I explained: Little persimmon, restrain the two on your side.

The little persimmon said: Don't worry, brother.

I writhed in a panic, a little caught off by the onslaught. I have very little experience in fighting, and even less experience in group fighting. The four people in front of them took turns to make moves, and the moves were fatal. I think of last night's review of the notebook, and there was a page that I dripped with chicken fat, and that page said "Standing out from the crowd"

It was the best way to fight a group, and I sprinted to the center of the four, and as they mistook me for the turtle in the urn and grinned outward, I crouched down and slid through the tiny gap with lightning speed. And these four people scarred themselves because they were too ruthless. Their swords were stained with blood, but the sword clearly wanted to drink my blood.

I didn't dare to catch my breath and jumped up. I hovered above the four, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Group combat seems to be large in numbers, but it also pays attention to tacit cooperation. If the rhythm of the attack is disrupted, it will fall apart. As I spun, I noticed that one of the four was slack, so I immediately used the dagger as a hidden weapon and threw it expertly.

Suddenly, the seventh exclaimed: The twenty-one is dead!!

I summoned the dagger, and the dagger fluttered violently in the chest of the twenty-one for a moment before fleeing on its own, returning to my hand without looking back. I watched as blood spilled from the wound on the twenty-one, like a spring had been cut in my chest, and the blood flowed endlessly.

While I was slackening, the number three on the other side quietly circled behind me and stabbed me in the left arm. Seeing this, Seven stabbed me in the waist with his sword. Blood flowed from the corners of my mouth, and the pain instantly made me sober. I stared at Number Three, and in a split second I moved in front of him, grabbed his neck with my injured left hand, and when he was about to suffocate to death, his teammates launched a fierce attack on me, and I had to throw him out first, which happened to be thrown at the feet of the little persimmon, and he reacted very quickly and made up for it.

I don't have time to praise the little persimmon, the two opposite have lost their minds after losing their teammates. They seemed to be a little afraid of me, and gritted their teeth with hatred for me, and their sword wielding did not stop for a moment, and even cut off a few of my hair. It's a pity that I don't have a silver needle, otherwise it would be no problem to deal with these two people. After a few moves, Seven's sword suddenly landed on my neck, and with a single force, my head fell to the ground. I instinctively grabbed the dagger to fight against it, but I didn't expect Seven's sword to be cut off, and it suddenly became a scrap metal. I didn't dare to be stunned, and with a flip of my wrist, I cut off the neck of Number Seven, and the blood gushing out of me splashed all over me.

This is born from the same root, so why not be in a hurry to fry each other.