Chapter 138: Weird Narcissist

"The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messed up!"

The whole audience was stunned, silent, and all looked at him stunned, as if the three views had been subverted by this Chen Zebai.

Zhou Zhen was also dumbfounded, and then said two words softly: "Wonderful!"

The people in the audience nodded their heads in agreement.

A referee on the referee's bench took the lead in pausing, looking at the atmosphere that had finally gotten up, and was pressed down by this strange narcissist, and suddenly said angrily: "Didn't you say that the enemy will not move, and I will not move? Now that everyone has already taken action, why don't you move?"

Chen Zebai still looked noble and indifferent, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and said lightly: "Anyway, I can't beat him, instead of asking for hardships, it's better to admit defeat early and go home to cultivate." ”

"Can't beat it?" the audience was stupid again. The referee was even more angry: "Your strength is on par with him, and you haven't tried it yet, how do you know you can't beat it!?"

He asked, "Hmph, you can't be cowardly, are you!?"

Chen Zebai ignored the referee, looked at the latter's appearance, and then sighed and shook his head. It's like pitiing an old orphan on the street.

"You...!"

The referee also seemed to see Chen Zebai's vision, and was about to ask: "What kind of vision are you", but found that the latter had slowly walked towards Tai Yu, who was still in the ring, and suddenly felt that his heart was about to be exploded.

Chen Zebai said with a smile as he walked: "The big husband can bend and stretch." When he walked to Zhou Zhen's side, his head tilted slightly, and he whispered in Zhou Zhen's ear: "Are you right, fifth-level magician?"

Chen Zebai's voice was very small, only the two of them could hear it.

Zhou Zhen's pupils shrank slightly, since he assumed the name Tai Rate, he had never revealed his identity as a magician to outsiders, let alone tell the rank, even if it was a paragraph, Yuan Hai didn't know.

His true strength is only known to him and Mo Lao, even Bai Ling, who has divined him, has no idea, but how can this narcissist know?

Could it be that I made a mistake there? No, it can't be!

After coming to Golden Dragon City, when cultivating magical soul power, he carefully selected the place by himself, and made sure that no one else cultivated after that, there was no reason for anyone to know.

Zhou Zhen turned his head, and Chen Zebai had already stepped out of the ring. And just when he wanted to ask Mo Lao the reason for this, the referee suddenly walked up, took his hand and raised it high and announced: "In this competition, the affiliated sect of the Golden Gate Group, Tai won and advanced to the second round. ”

As a result, the fierce battle like Mars hitting the earth in everyone's conjecture ended in a strange way of victory with the Thai rate, and everyone began to talk about it.

"That's Tai rate's luck is too good, right? I actually met such a strange thing and successfully made the cut?"

"Could that Chen Zebai be an internal response? Or was he bought out by the Golden Gate Group, and wanted to let Tai Rate directly advance to the second round?"

"There's no need for this, isn't it? Not to mention that the order of appearance is arranged by the royal family, and the strength of the Tai rate is also a four-star martial artist, even if it is in Golden Dragon City, it is not weak, it shouldn't be difficult to advance to the second round, right?"

"That's right, you kid don't talk nonsense. Don't you know the super forces that support the Kinmen Group? People have that background, and if they want to advance to the second round, they still need to buy off their opponents? Be careful that your words get out and let the people of the Golden Gate Group and Yiqigu know, and you kid is going to die!"

"Oh my God! I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything!"

......

After the Chen Zebai incident, the original enthusiasm in the audience also fell into a slump inexplicably, and after several wonderful competitions, it was completely out of the strange haze left by Chen Zebai.

And Zhou Zhen was at the special table, and he also witnessed the strength of Liu Xing, Li Tao, and Lan Guang, the three of them did not go all out, and in just ten rounds, they had already defeated their opponents.

Although the competition of the three people was in a one-sided situation, because the popularity of the three of them in Golden Dragon City was too high, and all of them were the strength of six-star peak martial artists, after three games, the audience's voices were higher and higher. It seems to have brought the atmosphere of the conference to a peak.

The audience was also snoring, and some martial arts cultivators whose strength was not as high as the three of them were also deeply enthusiastic when they saw such a battle, as if at this time, the distant martial arts doors had been opened to them.

Among the three, Lan Guang was the last to appear, and since there were fewer people in Wendao than in Wudao, the audience was also full of curiosity about Wendao's unique way of fighting.

After Lan Guang successively displayed the literary skills of Tongwen Pavilion: flying folding fans, glazed body methods and dead leaf butterfly dance, it also satisfied the curiosity of the audience.

And those young and beautiful girls, when they saw that kind of dance-like literature, their eyes also lit up, and their eyes were full of admiration and admiration when they looked at Lan Guang, and they screamed one by one.

The other martial arts cultivators are even more looking forward to the competition in two days, and at that time, as the opponent gets stronger and stronger, the three championship favorites will definitely show their ruthlessness and show their ruthless methods, and they will no longer be like today's first round, playing around and advancing.

In the second round, it is necessary to eliminate some pseudo-strongmen and watch the wonderful performances of the championship favorite.

......

After a certain competition, the referee walked into the ring again and preached loudly: "The first round, the last competition, by the Wild Wolf Gang Mercenary Group, Dou Xiu, against..."

The referee's voice paused, and then his eyes looked at the list in his hand again, and then he said again: "Match, Nicheng Wenjia, Wen Ling." ”

The referee spoke, and the noisy audience entered the discussion again.

"The Nicheng Writers, the great writers of the famous dynasty, when did they become interested in such a martial arts competition?"

"However, in fact, it is not surprising, although the Nicheng Wen family is the best Wendao, but it does not exclude martial arts people, I heard that at the beginning of the year, the Wen family seems to have held a martial arts competition to recruit relatives. ”

"However, the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is known as the No. 1 Mercenary Group of the Xijin Dynasty, and I don't know if the one named Wen Ling can handle it. ”