readx;? There are no flowers, no applause, and no crowds of audiences, but on the competition platform in this hundred-fold gourd, almost everyone is doing their best to use the martial arts at the bottom of the box, just to win the competition. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The scene is quite cruel, and there is no communication competition, as if it is a war without gunsmoke, which is burning.

The second round of the competition is gradually coming to an end.

There were forty-four people in the battle, and by now, there were only about twenty people left.

Ling Xiaoye silently counted the number of games, and he had already entered the eighteen competitions in the second round, that is to say, there were still three more games, and between the six people, there would be a battle of life and death!

Three of them will be buried here, and the other three will enter the next round of cruel life-and-death battles.

In less than half an hour, the three competitions were quickly over, the winners all returned to the cocoons, and the losers were thrown to the ground with white smoke under the stage, and eighty percent of them were used as fertilizer for the hundred-heavy gourd.

After the second round of the competition, Old Monster Yu asked Ling Xiaoye to tell him about his feelings.

Ling Xiaoye felt that this was a good opportunity to delay, so he began to analyze it from beginning to end, one move at a time.

This stinky and long analysis and perception made the old ghost Pan who was so angry that he stomped his feet and scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing! Why do you say so much, it's really a disappointment! Hurry up, hurry up, I still have to watch the competition and observe their martial arts!"

Old Monster Yu didn't care about what this Old Ghost Pan said at all, but signaled that Ling Xiaoye continued.

Ling Xiaoye simply pulled it on the Dao Yi, while saying that the meaning was colorless and tasteless, while saying that the meaning was the power of heaven and earth, etc., anyway, when he thought of something, he began to say something.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaoye's nonsense actually made Old Monster Yu nod frequently, with a smile on his face.

The old ghost Pan on the side was puzzled and asked, "Do you believe this kind of bullshit?"

"When you were in the Destiny Wheel Realm, did you ever have such an idea?"

Old Monster Yu asked directly, leaving Old Ghost Pan speechless.

Old Ghost Pan had no choice but to give up, letting Old Monster Yu and Ling Xiaoye chat in the air, while he himself floated up and flew off the stage.

Let these two people talk nonsense, and the old ghost Pan began to examine the bodies of those losers to see if there was anything worth collecting.

Another half an hour passed, and Old Monster Yu said with satisfaction: "Yes, if you can survive this round of competition, I can consider letting you be my slave." ”

"Slave?"

Ling Xiaoye was a little puzzled, he knew that this Old Monster Yu would not be better than Elder Yue of the Rain Soul Palace, and he must have a purpose.

"What, isn't a master of cultivation like mine worthy of your service?"

Old Monster Yu's face was a little surprised, he had not accepted a single disciple for so many years, let alone a slave. How many people want to worship under him and become his disciples, and how many masters in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm also want to become his servants, but he almost can't look down on them.

Until now, there is such a good face, which is worth cultivating by the old monster, and he intends to take it in, but he is a little disappointed by Ling Xiaoye's reluctant attitude.

"Thank you for the love of your predecessors, but I just want to live here, and the best result is to be able to bring my friends and win the competition together!"

"Ha, it seems that you are not deep in the Tao, little guy, I know that you are interested in that female doll, but have you ever thought that in this vast land of ten thousand domains, without strong strength, you may not even be able to protect your closest people!"

Ling Xiaoye was suddenly a little excited by this Old Monster Yu's words, but he didn't respond, because his sore spot seemed to have been poked by this Old Monster Yu.

In retrospect, Senior Brother Du Junlan was captured by the Broken Yue Gate, and he couldn't do anything;

Now that he and Su Mengyu have fallen into this hundred-fold gourd, they have become playthings in the hands of others, and they are just as powerless!

This only shows one thing, that is, his own strength is really not strong enough.

That is, as Yu Lao Wei said, he is still too small now, and he has no strength to protect others.

Yu Lao Wei has lived for so long, and the young man's mind, although he can't guess 100%, but he can guess seven, seven, eight, eight, eight.

Yu Lao Wei understood that now this little guy must be eager to become stronger, so he said: "Follow me, there is no guarantee that you will be able to become the most powerful martial artist between heaven and earth, but one thing is certain, that is, your achievements will definitely not be inferior to mine!"

After a pause, Old Monster Yu continued: "Of course, I will refine you into a semi-puppet first, and in this case, your strength will improve by leaps and bounds all of a sudden!"

Old Monster Yu continued to say some of his thoughts to Ling Xiaoye, and as he spoke, Old Ghost Pan came back, and then complained: "Is it over? I've been running around, and you're still talking about such trivial things?"

Old Monster Yu glared at Old Ghost Pan, then turned to Ling Xiaoye and said, "Since you can't understand my words, then you should come down first! The first competition of the third round starts with you!"

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse depends on your creation!"

Old Monster's voice suddenly became ethereal, which made Ling Xiaoye feel a sense of foreboding.

It's just that he didn't give Ling Xiaoye too much time to think, and his body was suddenly teleported to the competition platform by the old monster.

On the other side of the platform, there was also a flash of white light, and a familiar face appeared.

The opponent of this competition is the scar-faced man!

The scarface man also saw that the opponent was Ling Xiaoye, so he laughed: "I thought just now that the opponent would be a master in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm, hahaha, I didn't expect it, it turned out to be you, Xiaoxiao!"

Ling Xiaoye suddenly remembered that when he met this scar-faced man for the first time, he had all kinds of contempt and embarrassment, and he also sneered: "It's also a coincidence, I met an acquaintance!"

"Don't be complacent, boy, don't think that if you can deal with the two-headed demon king, you can go to heaven and earth, and you will be stronger than everyone! Don't forget, there are masters like me, who didn't teach you a hard lesson. ”

The Scarface man smirked, he was sure that his opponent this time must be weak and could be easily pinched to death. Ling Xiaoye was in the heart of the scar-faced man, as if he had been an ant, vulnerable.

The scarface man who was in a good mood didn't give Ling Xiaoye a chance to speak at all, and continued to laugh: "Injured five mid-stage martial artists of the Illusory God Realm with one punch, boy, your strength is not bad, but what you met was me!"

The expression on Ling Xiaoye's face was as plain as water, because he was too lazy to argue with this person's words, he tilted his head and said to himself: "Alas, self-righteous people are really boring. ”