When the referee announced the result, Huang Quan jumped off the stage and walked out of the arena with a cold face.

Ling Ruo and the two happened to be sitting on the edge of the passage, and when Huang Quan passed by, he suddenly paused and turned his head to look at Li Weitian.

What Li Weitian didn't know was that when he fought Liang Chengwei in the second game, Huang Quan was in the spectator seat.

Teenagers are a little arrogant, Li Weitian's current reputation is also very big, and the difference between Huang Quan's current age is actually less than two years, so they are often compared together, which makes Huang Quan's heart very unhappy.

Comparing him to an unfounded person is simply insulting to him!

"I hope that next, I can meet you on the competition platform, and everyone will take the opportunity to compare the highs and lows." Huang Quan glanced at Li Weitian deeply.

"In a short period of time, I'm afraid it's impossible, you are not qualified to face me yet." Li Weitian said lightly.

The true meaning of his words was only understood by Ling Ruo.

Li Weitian's competition ranking is very likely to be manipulated, he has a great chance, and the monks on the opposite side are ranked from high to low according to their cultivation, so at least before the first stage of the competition, only Huang Quan, who has built the first floor, is not qualified to meet him on the competition platform.

But when this sentence falls into the ears of the other party, it means something else.

"What, are you scared? It seems that you are also empty. Huang Quan sneered contemptuously, turned his head and walked away.

The two monks who came on the field below were too far apart in strength, so the game ended quickly.

Next, it was Li Weitian's turn to play, and Ling Ruo accompanied him to the bottom of the competition stage.

The referee of this game is a beautiful female cultivator named Liao Hefeng, and her cultivation is already in the late stage of foundation building. When Li Weitian handed her the bamboo card and stuck it into the hoop, his name appeared on the bulletin board.

"Hey, it's Li Weitian again, is he going to play the third game so soon?"

"I remember that the fourth-grade competition was the first to be played by Li Weitian, so it wasn't too fast."

Someone laughed and said: "Your news is lagging behind, this is Li Weitian's fourth game, not the third." ”

When the people next to him heard this, they were all surprised: "Isn't it? I've been following the results of various competitions, how could I miss such important information? ”

"It seems that you have stayed in the first competition platform in front of you, so I don't know, not long ago, Li Weitian was already on the second competition platform and finished the third game."

"Oh my God! It's only the third game, and it's the fourth game right away, and basically I don't even have a chance to catch my breath! ”

"Fortunately, he was not injured in the last game, otherwise, if he played with an injury, there would be basically no possibility of winning!"

"No, is it only me who cares, is the result of Li Weitian's third competition a win or a loss?" The person in the know was asked.

"Win." The man sighed enviously.

This caused another round of exclamation.

"So calculated, now in the fourth gear, Li Weitian has won the most games?"

"That's right! That's amazing! I am also a fourth-grade contestant, and now even if I encounter the first layer of the foundation, I don't want to meet him in the competition! ”

Some people envy Li Weitian, and naturally some people are jealous, "These results are only temporary." The reason why there is no ranking in the first stage of the competition is because this is a knockout round, just look at the final result! Leading in a short period of time doesn't mean anything. ”

"That's it! If he loses this one, he will negate one victory, which is almost the same as the monk who has only won two. ”

No matter how he talked about it off the field, Li Weitian finally waited for his opponent in this game.

It was a young man with a pale face, wearing a white suit similar to a silk coat, more like a person in the Imperial Ghost Dao than Gu Wulan. But Ling Ruo knew immediately that he was not from the Ghost Command.

Liao Hefeng stuck the man's bamboo card into the iron fist and said, "Shen Qing, show what you came to the stage." ”

Shen Qing nodded, took out two gloves, and slowly put them on his hands under Liao Hefeng's gaze.

The reason why they say "two" gloves instead of "one pair" is because they have different colors and styles, and it looks like two pairs of gloves, each taking half of each, and it feels like they are just coming together.

The only thing that was the same was that the tips of the gloves and the top of the knuckles were inlaid with black iron plates, as if they were still protecting the key parts of the hand.

Liao Hefeng glanced at the two gloves and didn't find any problems, so he asked again, "What about the other one?" ”

Shen Qing made a move, and there were suddenly two more shadows around him.