Wan Xiao, who was watching Wan Youcai fight at this time, swallowed with some difficulty.

"It's so fast!" This was what he wanted to say at this time.

When Wan Xiao saw a kick, Liu Lilu flew out of the dueling platform with a piano. Because he thought that Wanyoucai was about to lose, but instead stared at Liu Lilu with all his attention, which was his habitual guess and judgment. If Wanyoucai is defeated, then he may be in the turn of Liu Lilu, in line with the strategic method of knowing himself and knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles, the more information he prioritizes to know, the more conducive to the formulation of tactics.

Of course, he also knew Liu Lilu in front of him and watched his battle video. But he was before he had the natal instrument, and Liu Lilu's strength after having the natal instrument was obviously more than one notch stronger, but even then he was defeated by Wanyoucai's move.

But if you want to talk about the most annoying, it is estimated that it is Liu Yin, Wan Xiao turned his head and looked at Liu Yin not far away, his face was blue at this time, his brows were blue, and his fists were clenched, obviously unable to accept this result. His originally confident smile was also frozen on his face at this time, and it looked very funny in Wan Xiao's eyes, and Liu Li, who was lying unconscious on the ground, was the biggest mockery of him.

As the saying goes: insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the excitement. Many disciples who didn't get the natal instrument were also talking, they didn't know what the strength of the two players was, they simply identified the losing side as too weak, and the two quarterfinals passed in their eyes in less than half a pillar of incense, and an average game only took a few breaths.

Wan Ba beside him had already been sent for treatment, and when he saw Wan Youcai beckoning to him, he made a gesture to complete the task, and Wan Xiao couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. Such a strong man deserves his respect, and he still doesn't know what this rich brother's natal instrument is. He had to ask, but if he didn't want to, forget it, Wan Xiao thought to himself.

"In the second round of the quarterfinals, Wanjia Wanyoucai played against Liujia Liu Lilu, and Wanjia Wanyoucai won!. The referee who suddenly reacted hurriedly said, his eyes were full of surprise, because even he didn't guess that the end of this battle was actually the young man with his hands on his chest, he was really unfathomable!

"Rich, well done!" Wan Xiao said happily to Wan Youcai, who was sitting in the seat. By the way, there was a high-five. His thumb kept pushing upward, his eyes were full of admiration, and in terms of speed, even if he drove the Phantom Trail, he didn't have a lot of money.

"That, you have money, there is a sentence that I don't know if to say or not......" Wan Xiao said with a little embarrassment, his eyes unconsciously glanced up at the competition stage, and the referee at this time also hung Wan Youcai's identity token on the top four.

"Oh! I forgot to tell Brother Xiao, my natal instrument is a bit special......" Wan Youcai realized something, scratching the back of his head.

"What is it?" Wan Xiao said with some impatience.

"My natal instrument is this. Wan Youcai smiled mysteriously, spread his hand, and a ceramic whistle-like musical instrument appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Is this a pottery whistle?" Wan Xiao asked suspiciously.

"It's a bone whistle, but it has the luster of ceramic, and its own sound technique moves with the sound. When attacked by Sonic Waves, it greatly increases your speed and attack power. Wan Youcai smiled a little embarrassedly and said.

Enhance his attack and speed?Or is it so rebellious when he is attacked by sonic waves?Wan Xiao's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that his talent was very ordinary. His natal instrument only seems to attack......

No wonder he provoked Liu Lilu like this, it was used to exert the maximum power of his own sound skills, this is the reason!

"You're amazing. Wan Xiao couldn't help but praise again, I don't know if it was about Wan Youcai's natal instrument or his personal strength.

"At the end of the second game, please come to the stage to draw the players for the third game. A voice came from the stage, interrupting Wan Xiao and Wan Youcai's conversation. Wan Xiao's gaze also turned to the dueling platform.

"Don't want Liuyin, don't want Liuyin......" Wan Xiao prayed frantically in his heart. Because if he hits Liu Yin, then a lot of his own strength will be exposed to the eyes of others, so in the long run, he still wants to fight someone else.

I saw Yang Cheng walking up with a steady pace, habitually hugging his fists at the "audience" who applauded warmly, then stepped forward and put his right hand into the lottery box. I don't know if it's because there are not many tokens, and it took a while to catch one.

"Wan Jia, Wan Xiao!" He raised the token in his hand and shook it to the audience, indicating that the process was open and fair.

Wan Xiao, who was in the audience, pursed his lips with a desperate face, he really came whatever he wanted, could it be that his opponent this time was Liu Yin! He clenched his fists, but he was already prepared in his heart.

"Wan Xiao, the little guy who gave him good luck, anyway, I have to help him. After Yang Cheng finished reading the name, he suddenly thought of something.

"Wang family, Wang Dilong!" He slowly pulled out the next token and said this.

"Whew~" Wan Xiao exhaled with relief, as if he had exhaled all his energy. Because he knew that the strength of his opponent Wang Dilong, who was not far away, was about the same as that of Wan Ba, so he would definitely be able to advance smoothly.

In fact, Wan Xiao has a high probability that he will not be able to draw this signing token, which is equivalent to giving him a bye in the top eight, he has seen the analysis of the combat power of various geniuses, this Wang Dilong is the bottom level, and he really inadvertently picked up a big bargain.

"Wanxiao boy, Lao Tzu is benevolent and righteous, if you can't get results, it won't be like words!" Yang Cheng raised the identity token in his hand and said in his heart.

Then he handed the two tokens in his hand to the referee next to him, and arched his hand to the "audience", and went down.

"In the quarterfinals, in the third game, Wan Jiawan smiled against Wang Dilong. Get ready for battle!" The referee said loudly with passion.

"Come on! Wan Youcai looked at Wan Xiao who got up and punched Wan Xiao.

"There's a brother here, no accident!" Wan Xiao smiled confidently and said to Wan Youcai.

The originally tense nerves were also somewhat relaxed, just now he was still thinking about what Wan Yanlong meant by the code words given to him! Who knew that the opponent was not Liu Yin, and he was a lot more relaxed.

"Don't be ashamed!" Liu Yin, who was not far from him, heard Wan Xiao's words and said disdainfully.

"You should be glad you didn't meet Lao Tzu first, go back to the casino!" Wan smiled in return, making Liu Yin speechless.

"You wait......" Looking at Wan Xiao's distant back, he gritted his teeth and said. Obviously, he had been enraged by Wan Xiao's successive taunts.

Wan Xiao walked slowly to the stage with a relaxed and freehand step. And Wang Dilong, who was on the side, dragged his round body, and jumped lightly onto the dueling platform with a leap, which attracted a burst of applause from the audience.

"This thing is looking for death, it's playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong!" Wang Meng, who was watching the game in the audience, was naturally not absent and watched the game attentively. Seeing Wang Dilong, who was showing off his strength, he couldn't help but think helplessly.

Wan Xiao bit his lip and tried his best not to laugh out loud, this guy wouldn't be here to be funny, right? The Wang family still has such a strange thing, it is not easy for Wang Meng to be so normal, he thought with some bad taste.

The referee was still responsible as always, looked at the two people standing face to face, signaled the two to clasp their fists and salute, and hurried to the game, which made people think that the referee wanted to get off work quickly to accompany his wife and children.

Wang Dilong also looked at Wan Xiao quite proudly, originally he was in awe of this friend of Wang Meng's eldest son, but when he learned that this "comet"-like genius did not have a natal instrument, he didn't take him to heart. No, there is no natal instrument, it is nothing in the eyes of the master, nothing in the eyes of the family, that is, your parents hold the power. So he even bowed after clenching his fists perfunctory.

"The quarterfinals, the third game, Wan Jiawan laughs against Wang Dilong, the game begins!" The referee saw that the two sides were already in place and shouted loudly.

However, there was no expected attack, and there was silence on the dueling table......

"What are they doing? Half a pillar of incense has passed, why hasn't anyone attacked yet?" An audience member in the audience asked suspiciously, his eyes full of confusion.

Yes, there was a comical scene on the field

"You can't come. Wang Dilong couldn't hold his breath at first, and said a little angrily. I don't know if it's because Wan Xiao's lack of offense or disdainful attitude.

"Here you go!" Wan Xiao was not in a hurry, sat down cross-legged, and said. At this time, he was thinking that he was missing a cup of bitter spirit tea in his hand.

"Okay, I originally wanted to save some face for Brother Meng, but I didn't expect you to be so confident, then don't blame me for being rude!" As soon as the words fell, he kicked the ground with his right foot, and directly summoned his natal instrument without hesitation, rushing towards Wan Xiao.

When Wang Dilong got closer, Wan Xiao clearly saw that the natal instrument in his hand was a bell hammer, which seemed to be of great weight and needed to be held with both hands, obviously because the control of the natal instrument was not in place.

Three zhang, two zhang, and one zhang, Wang Dilong was getting closer and closer, but Wan Xiao still sat indifferent as if he was sitting on the Diaoyu Tai, as if he had encountered not an attack, but an illusion.

"Brother Wan still loves to pretend to be thirteen as always!" Wang Meng, who was watching the battle in the audience, said to himself, his eyes full of sympathy for Wang Dilong.

"Ding!" A hammer easily blocked a hammer of eighty percent of his strength, hammer to hammer, needle tip to Maimang.

Just when he wanted to continue the attack and couldn't beat Wan Xiao in front of him, Wan Xiao made a sound in his mouth.

"Wow!" He suddenly felt dizzy, and he couldn't even hold the heavy hammer in his hand, and shook it a few times as if he was drunk.