Chapter 375: The Strange Second Round of Competitions (Asking for Subscriptions, Rewards)

"Lordship...... The lord is angry, for the sake of the old slave serving the lord for so long, he is loyal, your boss has a lot, don't follow ......"

Zhao Zhijing still wants to work hard.

After all, he was the elder of Xuantian Sect and the uncle of Cheng Juefeng, so he couldn't watch him die in the hands of Gu Bei.

"One more word, you don't have to stay with me!"

Gu Bei interrupted Zhao Zhijing again, but his indifferent face already showed a hint of impatience.

Zhao Zhijing looked startled and hurriedly shut up.

He didn't dare to offend Gu Bei, and he was even more worried about Gu Bei, who he was annoyed with, and moved his anger to Xuantian Sect.

Then, he is a sinner of Xuantian Sect.

Zhao Zhijing could only pray for God's blessing, so that the Venerable Lord could be a little more lenient with Cheng Juefeng.

After a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, there were only 200 people left on the round platform in the square.

One is not more, one is not less.

But such a chaotic battle cannot avoid life and death.

Some of the children of the family, or the children of the sect, died in this competition.

But most of them are unorganized and undisciplined loose practices.

However, on the side of Huaxia Anping's organization, there were three people who were shortlisted.

Except for Murong Jingqi, Wan Jun counts as one, and General An counts as one.

There is also a sexy woman dressed in black tight leather clothes, with a sense of heroism.

In Gu Bei's opinion, this female martial arts is acceptable.

When they came to Lingyin Village this time, the people from the Anping organization did not contact Gu Bei, and even after arriving, they did not talk to Gu Bei, as if they didn't know Gu Bei at all.

Gu Bei guessed: It is estimated that the state has already given an explanation, and Gu Bei's identity will not be exposed for the time being.

But these have nothing to do with Gu Bei.

Whether he belonged to the cultivation world or the national peace organization, for him, it was dispensable.

No one can stop him from doing what he should do, and no one can force him to do what he doesn't want to do.

In this chaotic battle, although some people were promoted, they were seriously injured and could not continue to participate in the next knockout round, so they had to withdraw with hatred.

In total, only 180 people were shortlisted for the second competition.

Gu Bei's five people are all impressively listed.

The old farmer walked up to the square and cleared his throat: "Ahem, after a quarter of an hour of fierce ...... Belch...... No, where's the old man's horn?"

The old farmer searched left and right.

Immediately, a seven or eight-year-old child dressed as a farmer opened the loudspeaker with a smile, and immediately sounded the recording inside: "Recycle the big girl, the little daughter-in-law, the second-hand old lady, recycle the ......"

"Hahaha......"

This sudden situation is so embarrassing.

The children of the family and the disciples of the sect, as well as the young people who were scattered cultivators, laughed one by one.

It turned out that it was the old farmer who bought a loudspeaker from the outside and came back, and the recording inside forgot to delete it.

The child was fiddling with it, and suddenly he flipped the switch.

"Black dog, hurry up and close it, hurry up and close the ......"

The old farmer shook his figure and came silently to the child.

This performance made all the heads and elders present look horrified.

There was no sound, no track, not even a trace of spiritual power fluctuations, how did this old farmer move to the child.

Gu Bei and Su Qingshuang's eyes shrank, and Su Qingshuang pouted, "Isn't it teleportation, in time, this fairy will play more smoothly than him!"

"At least twenty years!"

Gu Bei was very puzzled and poured cold water.

But what Gu Bei did say was the truth, and the old man was already at the end of his infancy, and if he touched the threshold of the gods, he could indeed teleport over a short distance.

This is the most superficial touch on the law.

But in the earth where spiritual power is scarce, it is indeed difficult for an old farmer to reach this level.

The old farmer regained the ownership of the little horn from the child, quickly turned off the somewhat inappropriate recording shout, looked at everyone present in embarrassment, grinned, and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth missing two front teeth: "Hehe, what, this thing was just bought back, and the old man is not proficient, not yet proficient...... The recordings in it haven't been deleted yet......"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

When the old farmer turned on the horn again, everyone's expressions became serious: "The second round of the competition is different from previous years. ”

As soon as the old farmer's words fell, the old eyes scanned the surroundings and found that all the contestants had serious expressions, and suddenly the dry old faces showed a touch of happiness.

"This second round is a bit special. Instead of using the old fighting competition, it is ......"

The old farmer spoke slowly.

"And what...... Senior, hurry up and say?"

"It's the seniors, we can't wait......"

Before the old farmer finished speaking, someone immediately itched and shouted.

"Don't worry, the second round will not be life-threatening, it is always a special test!"

The old farmer stopped selling the guanzi, and pointed his withered right hand in the direction of the upper right.

Everyone looked in the direction of the old farmer's finger and found that there was a bamboo forest halfway up the mountain of Futu Mountain.

Unlike the other trees in the mountains, the bamboo forest is all purple bamboo.

The range is not large, only about 1,000 acres.

The purple bamboo forest is dense and exudes the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

In the past ten years, Lao Yu and a few old friends had nothing to do, so he came up with an idea, which was to plant this purple bamboo forest. ”

The old farmer said slowly.

Everyone was puzzled: "What does this have to do with the second round of competition?"

The old farmer had a sly smile in his eyes, stroked a few whiskers on his chin, and said leisurely: "Don't despise this purple bamboo forest. This is the key to whether or not you can enter the third round of the competition. ”

"The content of the second round of the competition is: one stick of incense time, whoever can pass through the purple bamboo forest will be eligible to enter the third round. If the number of people who pass through the incense stick time is more than 50, then the first 50 people who pass will be taken. ”

"It's that simple......"

Someone burst into laughter.

There are also a few players who were seriously injured and withdrew early, and when they heard the second round of the competition at this moment, their bowels were blue with regret.

If you don't quit early, you might be able to pass the second round.

"Stinky boy, do you have faith?"

Su Qingshuang glanced at the purple bamboo forest, and stared at Gu Bei with a playful look in her beautiful fox eyes.

"These little tricks are all leftovers from the deity's play!"

Gu Bei's expression was indifferent, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

"That bamboo forest is no different!" Gu Qianying frowned slightly at a pair of willow leaves, and her expression showed a puzzled expression.

"Gu girl, don't underestimate that purple bamboo forest, it's a phantom array!" At this time, Zhao Zhijing hurriedly spoke, and his old face showed an expression of amazement, "Tsk, the old man has never seen such an ingenious formation, I must go in and try it, study it!"

(End of chapter)