The competitions of the various martial arts platforms ended one after another.

Nalan Family, Nalan Dai, Nalan Yu, Shura Pavilion Yizhang Qingdi Hui, Iron Mask Dizheng, Tang Family's Bitter Face Living Buddha Tang Crying, Dragon King Hall Little Dragon King Tang Chen, several disciples of the five major sects led by Nuyan Tianjiao Yan Feihong, and the only loose cultivator, Bao Asan.

These sixteen people successfully stood to the end and advanced to the top 16 of the Tianjiao Club.

As soon as the finalist battle ended, several city officials flew down from the stands, either performing mystical skills or distributing pills to replenish the mystical qi and treat the injuries of those who had been promoted.

After the state of several people was completely restored, those city officials retreated to the side of the stage, took out the jade plaque, poured Xuan Qi into it, and activated the formation in the martial arts arena.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the earth began to tremble.

The stage of the martial arts actually moved on its own, and the two joined each other.

The 16 huge square platforms that were originally independent of each other have become eight large and long rectangular performance platforms.

And the shortlisted people on it also met their next opponents after the combination of the martial arts stage.

At this time, many spectators in the stands subconsciously looked for Bao Asan's figure, wanting to know who his opponent was.

Naturally, these people did not do this because they cared about him.

In the eyes of the people, Bao Asan is just a nameless casual cultivator.

Teaching such a person to reach the top 16 by despicable means that he has not yet known will inevitably make many people unconvinced.

Many good deeds, fun people, and envy, jealousy and hatred, I hope that he will be beaten by those real powerhouses who are shortlisted with their own strength in the next round of 16 to cry dad and call his mother, and beat him until his wife doesn't know him.

They were desperate to see him make a fool of himself, and the uglier he was, the happier they became.

And when they saw Bao Asan's opponent, the spectators who were not too big to see the excitement suddenly blossomed.

"Hey, it's the little dragon king, that guy is miserable."

"Well deserved! Those who rely on crooked ways to advance will hurry up and die to the master! ”

"Oh my little dragon king, give me leather boots made by Grandma Susan and kick his ass hard!"

"Just a casual cultivator, thinking that by playing some tricks, you can stand out in the Tianjiao Club where the strong gather? Hurry up and hold your top 16 and get out! ”

In the face of absolute strength, any means seem ridiculous.

Everyone believes that in the face of the powerful Little Dragon King, even if Bao Asan has scheming and tricks, he will not have any chance.

Compared with people's blind optimism about the Little Dragon King, the strong people in the stands are undoubtedly much calmer.

"How?"

Jian Chengcheng stood with his sword in his hands, stood on the edge of the stands, and asked without looking back.

"Lin Chen will win."

Lin Feng, the double-flowered red stick of the Dragon King Palace, said coldly.

"Why?"

Jian Chengcheng asked lightly.

"Because he's my brother."

Lin Feng replied coldly.

“……”

Sword Allure was faintly silent.

“……”

Lin Feng was coldly speechless.

Although the others did not interject, most of them agreed with Lin Feng's statement in their hearts.

Of course, they thought that the Little Dragon King Lin Chen would win, not because he was Lin Feng's younger brother.

Actually, the reason is very simple.

Without a background, wandering and uncertain, and the cultivation depends entirely on luck, it is impossible to compare with the disciples who have the support of the family sect.

This is a fact recognized by the mainland in defiance of the mainland.

Of course, there are exceptions.

For example, the first person in today's Xuandao is from a casual cultivation background.

For another example, he used to be a loose cultivator, but for some reason, he became the Tie Feiwu enshrined by the Tang family.

The iron hand is ruthless, and he is still loose in cultivation, with only a pair of iron palms, he is invincible in the same realm.

However, that is just an example.

There can't be a second Guo Dapeng in the world.

No matter how ruthless Tie Feiwu was, he still worshiped the Tang family in the end.

The Ignoring Continent is the world of the mysterious.

And the world of the mystic is the world of the sect family!

"The old man thought that Lin Chen would win."

Nalan Yuan touched Bai Huahua's beard and said.

"The Dragon King Hall is no matter how wasteful, and the red stick that has been carefully cultivated will not even be able to defeat a loose cultivator."

Jian Chengcheng shook his head slightly.

Seeing him like this, Nalan Yuan's eyes were surprised.

"Doesn't Jianzi think that the Dragon King Palace has been wasted, and the elites under his disciples can't even beat the scattered cultivators?"

"Your Nalan family is the waste."

Lin Feng interjected coldly.

Sword Allure did not comment on the fact that the family was a waste.

He slowly turned his head and showed half of the cold and handsome faces of the people behind him.

"Bao A-san will win."

His tone was calm, but with unquestionable firmness.

"Why?"

Everyone asked.

"Because..."

Jian Chengcheng's voice paused, retracted half of his handsome face, and looked at Bao Asan on the stage.

"He is the same person as me."

“！！！”

Suddenly, all the strong people were shocked.

Sword Allure is the sword of the Sword Sect, the peerless Tianjiao who was born with a sword bone, and he has broken through the threshold of returning to the earth in only two decades, and he is the first person of the young generation of Tianfeng Xuandao.

Such a proud son of the sky, but said that the loose cultivators below are the same people as him.

Where are they the same?

Equally gifted and highly qualified?

Or is it the same natural sword bone, destined to be a god of swordsmanship?

The people didn't know the answer.

But they still subconsciously turned their eyes to the loose cultivation that they didn't look at.

Out of curiosity, or for some other reason, they want to know the answer.

And the battle with the Little Dragon King.

Maybe you'll be able to tell them the answer.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three fireworks exploded one after another over the martial arts arena.

The round of 16 has officially begun.

"Oh? Is that you? ”

The single-flowered red stick of the Dragon King Palace, the little dragon king Lin Chen, smiled crookedly at the people on the same stage.

"I really didn't expect that the person who came to me would be you."

"But that's the end of it, Bao Asan!"

Lin Chen opened his arms, and his strong aura burst out from him in an instant.

His hair fluttered wildly, the corners of his mouth rose infinitely, and his laughter was arrogant and confident.

"Even if you can defeat Connie in Chains, you will definitely not be the opponent of my little dragon king, Lin Chen!"

"Oh."

Xu Zixian, who listened to the opening remarks of the other party in a proper manner, flicked his sleeves at the other party.

With the movement, a handful of crystal jade powder was immediately shaken out of his sleeve.

And the spectators in the stands, after seeing what he did, immediately cursed.

"! What a shame! ”

"It's even blowing sand, it's really a bit of fun!"

"You're going to play yin, right? What else would you do but use such despicable and shameless means? ”

"It's ridiculous to sprinkle lime on the Tianjiao meeting to charm the eyes. What a clown is, I know today. ”

The crowd scolded very much.

However, the scolding came and stopped quickly.

Because the next scene was so horrific that they lost their words for a while.

Xu Zixian didn't want to raise the sand.

The powder he spilled was just the jade powder that the Xuanyu brand had turned into.

To deal with the little dragon king Lin Chen, he didn't need to use means at all.

All he needs is one card, one move.

A jade plaque.

A swift slash.

"Huh!"

The cyan wind blade that had once pushed the whole audience reappeared and pushed towards the little dragon king Lin Chen.

Lin Chen, who had just finished his opening remarks, didn't have time to react.

He didn't even change his posture, and he was directly pushed out of the field by the flying wind blade.

There's no way to resist, and there's no way to dodge.

Lin Chen, the little dragon king, was knocked down like that.

He fell on his back under the stage, and the whole person still maintained a posture of laughing wildly with open arms.

His eyes were still full of confidence, but after a moment, that confidence began to stain with doubt.

Until now, Lin Chen still hadn't reacted.

Or rather, he didn't dare to react, he didn't dare to believe it.

He couldn't believe that he would be ousted so easily.

Actually, it's not just him, it's almost everyone.

Almost everyone didn't react, and almost everyone couldn't believe it.

No one thought that Lin Chen, the little dragon king who had been pinned on by countless people, fell under the hands of Sanxiu Bao Asan during the top 16 battle.

I thought that a one-sided battle would end up being such a one-sided battle.

The spectators were shocked, Lin Chen was in a daze, and the martial arts arena, which was originally full of people, suddenly became silent, leaving only the sound of fighting on other martial arts platforms.

And the man who created this silence with his own hands, the loose cultivator named "Bao Asan", made an action that many people couldn't understand at this time.

He took out an unknown round strip wrapped in white paper in his right hand, and ignited a flame with a jade plaque in his left hand.

The flame ignited the bar, and he took it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a large puff of rich white smoke.

In the midst of the smoke, his whole person, for some reason, seemed to become extremely melancholy and lonely.

Through the smoke, he looked at Lin Chen, who was still sluggish in the audience, with a lonely and lonely gaze.

At this moment, he is like an invincible powerhouse, a lonely master.

"Concession."

His tone was light, but it seemed to be frustrated and disappointed.

It's like he's the one who loses.

And the moment his voice fell.

The spectators present were all red-faced.

Not excited, but ashamed.

They were ashamed of their previous thoughts, ashamed of their mockery of Bao Asan.

They will be like this, not because Lin Chen, who they have high hopes for, fell in the top sixteen.

But.

They understood Bao Asan's eyes.

They read Bao Asan's tone.

Bao Asan, he is lonely, lonely, and lost.

But he obviously won, what is he lonely? Lonely what? Lost what?

The answer is, invincible.

He was frustrated that it was so easy to win.

He was lonely and had no opponents.

He was lonely in his own strength.

Only truly powerful will show such eyes and tone after an easy victory.

He, Bao Asan, won Lin Chen, but lost to his own invincibility!

He, Bao Asan, is the lonely master, an invincible guest in the world!

The original disgust has all turned into liking, and the former disdain has all become worship.

At this moment, the emotions ushered in the ultimate flip!

The crowd shouted the name in unison.

"Bao Asan! Bao A San! ”