"The third group is really the group of death!"

"yes!"

"Wang Tao, Tian Ming and Bian Pengfei, these are all characters who can be ranked in the top ten!"

"Lying grass!"

"Quan Gangwei and Yuan Bei?"

"There's a good show to watch!"

Among the crowd, the most discussed group was the third group, which, as they say, is truly a veritable group of death!

Five of the top 10 players in everyone's hearts are in the third group!

And there are only two champions in each group of qualifiers!

So, is this trying to tell us that luck is also part of strength?

If it were anything else, I would have thought about it, and now I look at it.

There is absolutely no shady!

Not to mention how the people in the third group looked like ashes, even the top ten players were frowning tightly at this time. As for the rest of the group, how happy they were.

A local person was sharp-eyed, and after discovering the combination of Quan Gangwei VS Yuan Bei, the atmosphere of the whole scene changed.

Everyone looked at Yuan Bei with strange expressions.

Strongest VS Weakest?

Did Yuan Bei offend anyone? This kind of grouping directly doesn't want him to have a good time!

Quan Gangwei's face was indifferent, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

Just what he wants!

Why did everyone target Yuan Bei so much, is it because he is weak?

Not really.

It's because of the nightmare that appeared in their dreams for days on end.

Do people be afraid when they face the unknown, but when the unknown becomes known, the fear will disappear, and even in order to admit their fears, people want to destroy the unknown.

It's actually quite interesting.

Although Quan Gangwei only dreamed of Yuan Bei for two days in a row, and even Yuan Bei did not do anything too out of the ordinary in his dream, but he seemed to have some strange ability.

His impression was becoming clearer and clearer in his eyes.

It was a figure standing silently, unmoved in the face of the king's phantom.

And he.

But lying on the ground under that pressure, powerless, and even without the heart to resist.

He had never told anyone about it, but it left a deep impression on his heart, and even after the nightmare had passed, he still thought of it occasionally.

At that time, he only felt that Yuan Bei was very strong, stronger than he imagined.

And when he learned that Yuan Bei was not the master level he imagined, but only a small second-order, he felt a sense of humiliation in his heart.

Why can't I do something that can be done in the second order?

Why can he stand in front and I can only lie in the back and look up at his back?

People are so strange sometimes, and it only takes two minutes for an emotional illusion to change everything, even in a completely different direction.

And Quan Gangwei's sword heart is still like this, not to mention others.

It is not so much that they are targeting Yuan Bei, but that they are targeting the cowardly self, the self who is still terrified in the dream.

It's as if if you defeated Yuan Bei, you can say goodbye to that powerless self.

The so-called demons are nothing more than that.

People like Yuan Bei are afraid that they will not experience this feeling in their lives.

This is actually quite understandable.

It's just that Yuan Bei doesn't want to do reading comprehension now.

He really has the mind to scold his mother.

Isn't that me?

Yuan Bei is not a cave man at the top of the mountain, he will understand the information that should be understood, just like Quan Gangwei, a person who can almost be regarded as the top of the list, of course he also pays attention.

Last time, in order to test his strength, Yuan Bei also entered his dream and fought with him.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the most powerful contender for the top of the list.

The strength is terrible.

From beginning to end, he only made two swords, one sweeping the sea of trees, and the other piercing his throat. Straight out of his dreams.

And Yuan Bei could also see that this person didn't use all his strength at all, as if he was just throwing two swords out of his hand.

But with such two swords, Yuan Bei had no power to parry.

"Gan!"

Yuan Bei secretly scolded the wicked king in his heart, this bad old man was obviously preparing to let him out early, so as not to waste time. Trina

"You're scolding me?"

And at this moment, the voice that suddenly sounded in his heart almost didn't make Yuan Bei jump up, and he hurriedly looked around.

"No need to look for it. ”

"You can't find me. ”

"Bad faith again, boy, you're scolding me again?"

Yuan Beiren was shocked.

And this ability, even I can feel it?

After glancing around again, Yuan Bei hurriedly retracted his thoughts, for fear that his scolding would be discovered again.

On the other side, the wicked king retracted his thoughts with black lines on his head.

Being scolded for this kind of thing, he hasn't encountered it for a long time, and unexpectedly he is not very angry.

Of course, he didn't do such a trivial thing as grouping, but he opened his mouth about assigning Yuan Bei to Quan Gangwei.

He naturally recognizes Yuan Bei's potential, but potential is potential, strength is strength, and he doesn't think that Yuan Bei can make achievements in such a competition system this time.

In this case, it is better to give him the strongest directly, and it is best to give him a serious injury at once and there is no way to participate in the follow-up competition.

lest you let others fight one by one, if there is really any psychological shadow, it will really outweigh the losses.

But...

"It looks like this kid doesn't appreciate it very much!"

Anyway, scolding is scolding.

The game is still going to be played.

Each group has a total of two rings, each ring represents a champion, and the others take turns to challenge, the winner succeeds the champion, and the loser ends the game.

In the end, the rotation is completed, and the champion standing on the stage wins.

This is equivalent to competing for the top eight, and these eight people will compete again, and finally compete for the top spot.

The first format is over.

And the match between Yuan Bei and Quan Gangwei was the first game of the third group.

It is also the most eye-catching one.

So when the two walked into the ring, there were already a lot of people gathered outside the ring at this time.

"How long do you think Yuan Bei can hold out?"

"Ten seconds, right? No more. ”

"I estimate that Quan Gangwei may be able to defeat him with just one sword, and the gap between the strengths is too big. ”

"I really envy Brother Quan, why can't I touch Yuan Bei?

The scene is not surprisingly one-sided.

Almost no one believed that Yuan Bei would be able to win.

In fact, Yuan Bei also thinks so......

However, to his surprise, the referee on the stage was an old acquaintance, who was the first person in Dihua in the training camp - White Pigeon.

Yuan Bei had a little headache when he saw him now.

"Master Yuan. ”

Sure enough, the white pigeon walked over with a smile on his face, and his voice was lowered: "A little lighter in a while, if there is no accident with this Quan Gangwei, it must be your teammate after that." ”

Yuan Bei: "......"

"Bai Jiaotou, you misunderstood......"

As if he knew what Yuan Bei was going to say, the white pigeon waved his hand again and again: "I understand, I understand, second-order assistance!"

You know a!

Yuan Beidu was helpless.

When this game is over, I think you really understand!

The white pigeon looked at Yuan Bei's expression, and his face suddenly showed a look of surprise and admiration:

"Could it be... Are you going to lose?"

"For the greater good, it is... Are you going to lose?"

As he spoke, the white dove mysteriously pointed a finger to "above".

Yuan Bei: "......"

With this IQ, how did this person get to the master level?

Is it protected? Haven't been killed yet?

Now almost everyone has left Dihua, but this eldest brother has always maintained the attitude that everyone is drunk and sober, and instead of being cold to him these days, he has become more enthusiastic.

Looking at the white pigeon, muttering what words such as "forbearance", "sacrifice for a greater goal", and "noble" are in his mouth.

Yuan Bei was really a little unbearable.