"I really didn't expect that there would be such a result, I personally still recommend that you run away, I really didn't expect that my lord would make such a judgment, maybe there was a mistake."

Priest Gan found Lu Ping'an again, and this time, he showed a rare look of surprise.

Reason? That's it for the duel process that has just been accepted

"Thirteen? Bossy. The god of martial arts really looks up to me. ”

"In my lord's judgment, even so, you still have a chance to win, but in my personal experience, this is already a dead end."

Reality is not a game, fighting will be injured, will be tired, and in the fight of professionals, intelligence is equal to the lifeline. Thirteen consecutive deathfights will drain a professional's physical strength, energy, and hidden means, and even if all this is bottomless, and if you use extraordinary power too often, "pollution" will be out of control.

Gan Qianyun had an unconcealable embarrassment and helplessness on his face, he was originally optimistic about the young man in front of him, and was ready to be a favor and build a road to heaven for him.

After all, even if the "application" is typed, whether it is approved or not is another matter.

Yigan Qianyun's understanding of the god of martial arts, he likes to be evenly matched to the death, likes the miracle of the weaker side trying everything to defeat the strong with the weak, but he is extremely disgusted with the strong due to some off-the-field factors, being picked up by the weak.

Then, the "stage" he gave should be something that someone can really kill through with all his might.

In Gan Qianyun's plan, there should only be four or five deathmatches that were approved in the end, so that Lu Ping'an could break through. In thirteen deathfights above the legal level, the overload of extraordinary strength is almost inevitable, and the consumption of injuries and physical strength is fatal.

"It's all this time, can I still leave?"

"I can use my authority to help you open a door, of course, my lord can't see what he wants, and he will lose his temper with me, but it's okay, I'm used to it, it's a big deal to go to the grassroots level for two more years."

The old fritters looked indifferent, and at this moment, Lu Ping'an was also a little surprised.

After all, the shaman in front of him should be a devout believer

"It's true that I believe in the 'God of Martial Arts', but I want to see the 'spark of life between fights', not the farce of mammoths being bloodied to death by savages' spears. Practicing the teachings of our Lord and correcting the foolishness of the gods is what a devout believer should do. ”

Even against the will of the gods? This time, Lu Ping'an was indeed a little surprised, but after thinking about it, the blood banquet was directly rebelled by the group of people in the blood crows within him, and it seemed that it was also in the past.

Believers are believers, and some people believe only for the sake of profit, and the person in front of him sincerely believes in the "doctrine", which is already a rare pure believer.

And his kindness.

"No, your gods are not wrong."

Now, it was Gan Qianyun's turn to be surprised.

"So, do you have a chance of winning? Oh, I thought this was my lord's way of forcing you to join His church, but it seems that I have a lot of trouble. ”

Priest Gan got up directly to say goodbye, and for this believer who dared to rebel against the will of his gods, Lu Ping'an also had some more respect.

"Oh, there's another devout here."

In the deathmatch table where Lu Ping'an arrived, there was a devout disciple of a big cat, who would avenge the gods even if they fell.

Damon. Mendel? That is a fool, a paranoid, an idiot destined to have no future, but for you now, he is indeed an obstacle. ”

It's just that his "god" seems to have no regard for her most devout servant (as someone calls himself) at all.

"Eighth place."

Lu Ping'an sighed, not for that Damon. Mendel, no matter how strong he is, is only his prey.

"Little one, why do you have to sign up?" One of them let Lu Ping'an be so entangled that he asked directly.

"I'm going to be a champion!"

Very good, very real reason.

The twelve final contestants have reached the point where they will definitely be eliminated directly if they don't challenge Lu Ping'an.

Most of them applied to Lu Ping'an for a duel, but most of them were denied.

According to the underlying logic of the three sides of Bahu, he must only watch the "best showdown", and those twelve participants in the final finals were even judged by the gods to be weak enough to be on the stage, which is already a naked humiliation.

Some people have already left angrily, and some people are ready to see what the gap is.

And the most incredible thing is that the little girl who looked like she was dragged in by Lu Ping'an not only dared to apply, but was also approved, and the most outrageous thing is that the event she arranged was still relatively backward

"You're strong?"

"Hey, did you just find out?"

Looking at the little guy with his waist crossed and a "super strong" face, Lu Ping'an had to reassess her.

He nodded, but in the second half, there was a light game to take a little rest, maybe it would be a good thing. If you don't know it, it's a rest bureau arranged for yourself on three sides.

"Well, very human"

But now, when the schedule of the festival has been completely distorted, Lu Ping'an has become the only protagonist, and he has no independent space and time, so it can be said that he is isolated in all aspects.

If you only look at the written materials and the data on paper, none of them are easy to fight.

Even, when the news spread, many people felt that Lu Ping'an had offended Bahu Sanfang and wanted him to die

"That's not good, isn't that no one betting on me to win?"

In this secret realm, "popularity" is directly related to strength.

"All pressed?"

At this time, the big cat also put forward his own opinion?

Lu Ping'an shook his head, this kind of "full pressure" game, the first time I played it was very shocking, the second time. Or when you want to play on the right occasion, such as your first big win.

"It seems that the first unlucky egg is about to be born"

And Lu Ping'an looked at the schedule and also showed a subtle smile.

The three sides of Bahu really looked up to themselves, and the first wave of opponents should be the level of warm-up, but he.

Is it directly arranged for a fifth order? Heh, this is still the weakest of the thirteen? ”

Now, Lu Ping'an smiled more and more happily.

Originally, this was probably a terrible reality, but now that he glanced at Xiao Mu, who was still cross-waisted and showing his little muscles, Lu Ping'an felt that something should be wrong.

Probably, just to make it as dramatic as possible.

"Don't waste time, come get equipment and supplies."

"Okay."

This is already the case, and it is no longer realistic to show mercy or restraint to play.

Lu Ping'an's logistics team has worked overtime to produce a complete set of equipment for him, and consumables and supplies are really empty-handed, and Lu Ping'an will really consider leaving directly.

And this time, it's a real battlefield killing-level configuration.

Then, it's time to give these old-fashioned conservatives a little bit of a new shock."

(End of chapter)