"Du Jing, don't care so much about winning or losing, that is, your cultivation is one weight lower than your opponent, otherwise, you are very likely to defeat your opponent!"

While speaking, Jiang Cheng gently patted Du Jingdao, who had just walked down from the competition platform: "Didn't Ah Gong say that going back alive intact is the greatest contribution to the clan, you are still young!"

Listening to Jiang Cheng's words of comforting Du Jing, Uncle Yang Ze on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes, is he still young?

It seems that your Jiang Cheng's age is younger than Du Jing, right?

Du Jing's luck should be said to be good, against a fourfold soul martial artist of the Cheng'en Realm named Qifeng in the Half Moon Division, after a hard fight, he lost.

Moreover, the word 'admit defeat' was shouted by the patriarch Ge Xiong for Du Jing, otherwise, Du Jing would probably be beaten and seriously injured before stepping down.

Of course, Jiang Cheng also knows the reason for this, although the gap between him and Du Jing has been eliminated, but Du Jing is holding his breath.

Every teenager has his own stubbornness and pride.

"Hmm!" Du Jing bit his lip and nodded, and said stubbornly: "When I turn back to the clan, I will also go into the mountains to carry out life and death training and improve my combat power!"

Regarding his current terrifying combat power, Jiang Cheng's explanation to the outside world is that he had several life and death moments when he entered the mountain, which stimulated his potential.

The first round of knockout ended quickly, a total of 31 people were drawn, maybe there was an arrangement, or Feng Zhanyuan disdained to shoot, in the first round, Bai Hun was the first day Feng Zhanyuan had a bye.

In the first round, a total of sixteen people were promoted.

"The first round is over, the second round of the draw begins, and the winner of the second round can enter the quarterfinals!" Xiao Linggong Feng Qing snorted softly with his eyes half-closed, and immediately a person from the Baihun tribe stepped forward with a newly placed lottery box.

Seeing the lottery box coming up, Jiang was the first to step forward, just like the first round, drawing lots, looking at the lots.

"Seven?" Jiang Cheng glanced at his signature number, silently wrote it down, and didn't say much, Jiang Cheng wanted to see if Bai Hun was tired of anything when he drew lots.

"No. 1 vs. No. 2!" Xiao Linggong Feng Qing snorted a little impatiently.

The moment Xiao Linggong's voice landed, the blue figure flashed, and Feng Zhanyuan jumped onto the competition platform with a swish, standing proudly on the competition platform, and a kind of momentum permeated the air.

The moment Feng Zhanyuan came to power, the boys and girls of Bai Hun who were watching the competition from afar let out loud cheers, especially the delicate voices of the girls, which were even more sharp, which showed that Feng Zhanyuan's popularity in Bai Hun was extremely high.

But the strange thing is that No. 1 Feng Zhanyuan came to power, but after a while, he still didn't see No. 2 come to power.

"Who is No. 2, who hasn't come to the stage to participate in the war?" Feng Qing, the impatient little Linggong, burst into a snort.

In the urging of Feng Qing, the little Linggong, Qi Feng, the soul martial artist of the Half Moon Division, who had just defeated Du Jing, walked towards the martial arts platform with some restlessness.

Not halfway up the steps of the competition platform, the uneasy Qifeng glanced back at his patriarch, and suddenly said: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

"Rubbish!" Feng Zhanyuan scolded mercilessly, turned around and stepped down in a dashing manner, and the strange wind hurriedly ran back amid the boos of the Baihun tribesmen in the distance, his face was already flushed.

Jiang Cheng's expression was suddenly stunned, Feng Zhanyuan's fierce reputation was so powerful!

However, none of the soul warriors of the participating clans near the competition platform were smiling, and there were even more soul warriors who were close to each other whispering to comfort Qi Feng, which showed the great reputation of Feng Zhanyuan.

Jiang Cheng was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that just by virtue of his name, he would be able to make a soul martial artist admit defeat directly.

It's also sad to think about it, counting the soul martial artist Ge Lin who committed suicide in Ge Shanbu, how can the soul martial artist who was abolished or died in the hands of Feng Zhanyuan in this martial arts competition also have a number of slaps, and under the huge difference in strength, no one rushed to send him to death.

The only regret that Jiang Cheng regretted was that he wanted to take the opportunity to see Feng Zhanyuan's reality and reality, but he didn't think that his opponent would admit defeat directly.

The second to play was Kim Tae of the King Kong Division, Kim Tae, who is known for his vigorous and defensive efforts, and soon won the game without any suspense.

Jiang Cheng estimated that the most tragic battles would occur in the third and fourth rounds. After all, there is a big gap in the strength of the soul warriors who participated in this martial arts competition, and in the first two rounds, except for those who are particularly lucky, the top soul warriors among the teenagers of all races will not meet together.

Soon, Xiao Linggong Feng Qing read it: "The fourth game, No. 7 vs. No. 8, play quickly!"

"Be careful. Before Jiang Cheng came to the stage, Uncle Yang Ze smiled.

Jiang Cheng smiled and jumped onto the competition platform, Jiang Cheng was already a little anxious, in the previous words, Jiang Cheng's fist was already hungry and thirsty.

Against Hu Xiangshan, Jiang Cheng didn't even show his strength.

"No. 7, Jiang Cheng!" The old rule, after jumping onto the competition platform, Jiang Cheng saluted with his fists in all directions, and then quietly waited for No. 8 to come to the stage.

Strange things happened like this, just like the scenery of the No. 1 Feng Zhanyuan when he came to power, after Jiang Cheng came to power, the No. 8 Soul Martial artist didn't make any moves.

"Who is the eighth, let's fight quickly!" Jiang Cheng, who was already hungry and thirsty, shouted softly at the stage, and as soon as his eyes moved, he aimed at the direction of the Huli clan, which was a little abnormal.

"Let go, let me go up, I'm going up!

Let go of me, let me go up, my Huli clan's masters, there is no cowardice! I want to avenge Hutu Huxiang Mountain!" Hu Rui, the only remaining of the three soul warriors of the Huli clan who came to participate in the battle, was struggling to break free from the shackles of the clan.

No need to ask, No. 8 is the tiger rui of the Huli clan.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help laughing, was this luck or what, the two battles turned out to be the soul warriors of the Huli Clan, is this a godsend?

Jiang Cheng has already made up his mind, as long as this Hu Rui comes to power, he must kill this Hu Rui on the spot, and the blood debt that the Huli clan owes to the Geshan Department over the years should also be repaid!

Hu Zhenjiang, the patriarch of the Huli clan, was frighteningly blue at this time, and his lips were constantly trembling and trembling.

Geshanbu and the Huli clan were originally mortal enemies, and with the death of his son, it was definitely a mortal enemy among mortal enemies.

If he had a choice, he could admit defeat to Feng Zhanyuan of the Bai Hun Division, or even the soul martial artists of the Half Moon Department and the King Kong Division, but he couldn't bow his head to the Geshan Department and admit defeat, it would be even more uncomfortable than killing him.

However, he is the patriarch!

He understood that if Hu Rui went up, the soul warriors of their Tiger Power Clan would be completely finished. Because if it were him, he would have done more than Katsuyamabe.

His lips trembled for a long time, and Hu Zhenjiang, the patriarch of the Huli clan, gritted his teeth and drank out four words like a thousand pounds at the urging of Feng Qing, the little Linggong: "We admit defeat!"

The revenge of killing the son is in front, these four words almost used up all of Hu Zhenjiang's strength, and even his lips were a little red.

"Hahahaha, a bunch of bad breeds of the Huli clan!" Ge Xiong, the patriarch of the Geshan clan, suddenly resounded in the sky.

The handle of the chair that Hu Zhenjiang was holding on to shattered into powder in silence.

"Coward, coward, it's a pity for my fist!" Jiang Cheng waved his fist and took a wild sip in the direction of Hu Rui, and jumped off the competition platform.

Being scolded by Jiang Cheng, Hu Zhenjiang's figure shook a few times, and his eyes were even blackened, if it weren't for Xiaolinggong Feng Qing sitting here, he would have torn Jiang Cheng's heart.

Hu Rui was even more stunned, roaring to rush to the martial arts platform, but was directly knocked out by the clansmen behind him with a hand knife, and the adult soul martial artist Hu Manjiang behind him pointed at Jiang Cheng with a halberd: "Boy, no matter what, you are dead!"

Jiang Cheng ignored it, he had heard too much recently.

Jiang Cheng was pondering one thing, he drew lots twice in a row, and he drew the soul warrior of the Huli clan, is this a coincidence?

In the distance, in the Linggong Hall of Bai Hun Division, Bai Xiao and Great Linggong Bai Ce were getting together, looking carefully in front of a fist-sized bead that was flashing with bursts of spiritual light.

Inside the beads, the situation on the competition platform, the vertical needle is visible.

"Grandpa, why do you want the soul warriors of the Tiger Power Clan to fight against Jiang Cheng every time?

Especially when Jiang Cheng is so arrogant, Jiang Cheng's bastard, too arrogant, too annoying!" Bai Xiao stared at the bead and waved his fist angrily.

"Hatred, anger, only extreme anger can make the Huli clan take the initiative to do something for us!

I didn't expect that this Jiang Cheng's cultivation would be so powerful, and this Apocalypse Battle Soul Awakened was really extraordinary. However, this is more conducive to our plans, and more conducive to our plans for the founding of our country. ”

After a pause, Bai Ce, the great spirit prince with a kind face at this time, said again: "Moreover, over the years, this tiger has not been very obedient, it is time for him to remember it for a long time!"

"It's good, it's just that Jiang Cheng's bastard is too proud!"

Bai Xiao waved his fist angrily again and asked Bai Ce, the Great Spirit Prince, "Grandpa, how strong do you say this Jiang Cheng is now?

How long will it take me to defeat him?

Hmph, I must defeat him with my own hands and wash away this shame with my own hands!"

"How strong is he? He must not be stronger than Feng Zhanyuan! However, if you want to wash away this shame with your own hands, I'm afraid there is no such possibility!" said Da Ling Gong Bai Ce.

"Why?" said the White Owl.

"Because two days later" Speaking of this, Da Ling Gongbai's slightly benevolent eyes suddenly skyrocketed!

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