"It seems that the only way to do it is to take a risk. ”

Du Sheng's eyes froze, and he thought silently in his heart.

Du Sheng adjusted his breath, and then put the sword in his hand in front of him, at this moment, Du Sheng's whole body muscles were tense, and he was ready to attack with a tight grip on the hilt.

Su Qin could see that Du Sheng was going to make a last fight.

After Du Sheng adjusted the breath of his whole body to the peak, his eyes opened suddenly, and then he rushed towards Hu Zigui.

Hu Zigui also felt the strength of Du Sheng's momentum at the moment, and if he was tough with Du Sheng, he was obviously not his opponent.

When Hu Zigui saw Du Sheng chasing him, he immediately ran in the opposite direction, and Du Sheng persevered in chasing Hu Zigui, Hu Zigui saw Du Sheng chasing and ran faster, and Du Sheng saw that Hu Zigui was running away from him and chased him faster.

Under the ring, many people watched Hu Zigui run away around the edge of the ring, and behind Hu Zigui, Du Sheng held a sharp sword and kept chasing.

"You have the ability to stop. ”

Du Sheng shouted angrily.

But Hu Zigui did not pause at all, and still ran away without changing his face.

Su Qin could already see the referee's face darkening visibly in the audience, and Su Qin didn't expect that Hu Zigui, who usually looked very loyal and honest, could be so obscene.

"Is this the legendary "obscene development, don't wave"?

After chasing almost a cup of tea, Du Sheng's strength has been consumed, and at this time, Hu Zigui's face is full of red light, although the momentum is mediocre, but it is very stable, and Du Sheng, who was originally at his peak, has now become sluggish.

Hu Zigui saw that Du Sheng couldn't chase anymore, so he immediately stopped, and he understood that the current ring was his home field.

Within a few rounds between the two, the sword in Du Sheng's hand was picked up by Hu Zigui, and Hu Zigui's sword was also against Du Sheng's neck.

"No. 689, Hu Zigui wins. ”

Although the process of fighting with beard rules is very obscene, there is no process in the competition, only the result, and this is also the case in real fighting, the process is not important, the important thing is the result, if you win, you can survive, if you lose, then you can only say goodbye to the world.

Hu Zigui got out of the ring and returned to his side.

"Senior Brother Hu, your tactics are very powerful. ”

Su Qin said with "admiration" on his face.

"Senior Brother Su praised it, I still have to continue to work hard. ”

Su Qin: "Uh........."

"By the way, Senior Brother Su, you are about to go on stage to compete, are you very nervous, let me tell you, with my experience for so many years, you don't need to be nervous at all, if you are really nervous, you can take a deep breath, I will show you, you are optimistic, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, hey, hey, Senior Brother Su, don't go......"

Su Qin had an expression on his face that I didn't know this person, and then hurriedly left Hu Zigui's side.

Su Qin saw that his number was at the end, so he was not in a hurry, and slowly walked to the second district.

After Su Qin came to the second district, he saw a shadow in the ring.

"Still an acquaintance. ”

At this moment, the shadow in the ring in the second district, and that shadow is Lu Yanran.

Lu Yanran was wearing the clothes of a Huashan disciple, holding a thin sword in his right hand, his steps were light, and he was comfortable in the ring, Lu Yanran's opponent was a young disciple, and this disciple was slightly embarrassed under Lu Yanran's attack.

Su Qin could see that Lu Yanran didn't do his best, or that the opponent's level couldn't make him go all out, but even if Lu Yanran didn't do his best, that young disciple would definitely lose.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Lu Yanran caught a mistake by his opponent young man, and then the sword slapped the young disciple's back, and the young disciple's body suddenly staggered, and just after he stabilized his body, Lu Yanran's sword was against his neck.

"No. 333, Lu Yanran wins!"

Lu Yanran also saw Su Qin standing under the ring after the competition, and then smiled at Su Qin, said hello to Su Qin, and then left the ring.

Just as Su Qin was about to leave the ring in the second district, the people around him suddenly boiled.

"My God, did you see it, Senior Sister Yanran was smiling at me just now and greeting me. ”

"Are your eyes good or not, Goddess Yanran is obviously smiling at me, Goddess Yanran must be interesting to me. ”

"Can you make a face, how can Senior Sister Yanran's taste be so low, the person that Senior Sister Yanran likes must be a person with strong martial arts, noble morality, flying literary talents, and handsome and chic, so to sum up, this person is me. ”

.........

After Su Qin listened to what they said, he was wondering if Lu Yanran really greeted him again just now.

Su Qin went around and returned to the third district, and the calculation time was almost up to him, just when Su Qin returned to the third district, the referee began to read out the next contestants.

"No. 763 Zhang Jing vs. No. 779 Yan Yihan.?"

After the referee finished reading, two middle-aged men dressed in Huashan disciple costumes walked into the ring.

After the two of them made the first move, Su Qin knew that this competition was nothing to look at, these two middle-aged people were obviously old disciples of the Huashan faction, and they had been coming to the Huashan faction for more than ten years, but the power of their swordsmanship was mediocre.

There are a lot of disciples in the Huashan faction, and there are many people who sign up for this sect competition, and the winners are mostly middle-aged disciples in the early stage of the sect competition, they entered the Huashan faction relatively early, although the talent is not strong, but their age is their advantage, and they have been studying in the Huashan faction for more than ten years.

In the middle term, that is, now, the winner of each competition is the middle-aged disciple and the young disciple are equal, because now the talented young disciple has shown his edge, and the middle-aged disciple with great perseverance and rich experience is still undefeated, so it has created a scene of two worlds.

After a long competition, the two middle-aged disciples in the ring finally ended the competition because of a mistake by one of them.

"This one should be my turn. ”

Su Qin saw that after the two of them finished competing, they came to the edge of the ring.

"No. 763, Zhang Jing wins!"

"Next, Su Qin of the 781st will fight against the 807th Zhengzhou. ”

Su Qin slowly walked to the ring from the steps, but Su Qin's opponent Zhengzhou jumped from under the ring to the ring in one fell swoop, winning full applause.

"You're the seven hundred and eighty-one?"

Zhengzhou asked with a disdainful expression.

"That's right. ”

Su Qin didn't care about Zhengzhou's expression, and replied slowly.

"I heard that you bribed the referee to get to where you are now?"

"Nope. ”

Su Qin's answer was still unhurried.

Zhengzhou directly ignored the referee, whose face was already a little ugly, and continued to say a word to Su Qin.

"No matter what happens this time, you're going to lose. ”