The drunk man stopped his movements and laughed wildly at the two: "Haha, laugh at me to death, break your throat?" Won't anyone? Isn't it funny? Haha, I advise you two not to meddle in your affairs, tonight is the last free night of the uncles, the uncle doesn't care about killing someone or something, well, your female companion seems to be very good, instead of being sent in as a slave, it is better to make the uncle happy tonight, haha. ”

It seems that it is impossible to solve it peacefully, Zheng Lang and the middle-aged man glanced at each other, exchanged opinions, and it was better to solve it early and eat early.

The two of them put on a posture and were about to make a move, when a black shadow fell from the sky, so fast that even Zheng Lang could barely reflect it, he was a good hand!

In a flash of darkness, two drunks flew out: "Asali, are you okay, I'll go out to deliver a takeaway, and someone dares to do anything to you, have these people forgotten the horror of my Ijiin." "It turned out that Masato Ijiin had returned.

Zheng Lang looked at the two large holes representing the eyes on the Tao face of the Yijiyuan Yuan, the short cylindrical hand couldn't even wrap around Asari, he really didn't know how the Hani people could be equated with terrible. But looking at Ijiin's agile movements before, Asari said that Ijiin has the strength of a fighting god, and it may not be just talking.

After comforting Asari, Ijiin sent her to sort out a table, and everyone sat down together, and Ijiin thanked: "Thank you two just now, so many people, only the two of you are willing to stand up, and all of them are shrunken turtles." ”

Zheng Lang waved his hand and said modestly: "It's a matter of effort, people with a little conscience won't be able to look past it, besides, I didn't help much, you can solve it yourself." ”

Yi Jiyuan's hands were fast, and he mixed a few cocktails and put them down: "This is different, standing up is the biggest help." Moreover, in this city, the most lacking thing is conscience. I'm going to invite you to drink, yes, what do you call him? "Zheng Lang Yiji met him, but the middle-aged man met him for the first time.

The middle-aged man took the wine and drank it dry, and said, "The cocktail is not enjoyable, and men should still drink pure spirits." Oh, by the way, my name is Porta, and many people in the city know me, and I've participated in three Fighting God conferences. Well, this is my girlfriend, Rachel. Porta said, gesturing to the gentle big sister standing behind him.

Probably too close, Zheng Lang looked up but couldn't see the face of the big sister, the big sister is really big.

Ijiin said with a long look on his face: "Ah, it turns out that you are Porta, you are really a long-time admirer, I heard that you have participated in the three Fighting God Tournaments, and you have won the second place, if it weren't for bad luck, you would have won a long time ago." ”

Zheng Lang couldn't help but glance at it, he was actually the runner-up winner of the three Fighting God Conference, and his strength must be extraordinary.

Porta was also very curious about the strength of Ijiin, and asked, "I see your speed just now, you don't lose to some powerful players, why don't you go to the God Fighting Conference?" ”

Ijiin looked back in Asari's direction, a little light seemed to flash in his empty eyes, and he said softly, "Everything I want is here, why are you going to participate in the Fighting God Conference." ”

When Wu Meiniang heard this, she smiled slightly, stretched out her little hand, and shook Zheng Lang's big hand, Zheng Lang hesitated, and also reached out to clench.

A few people were waiting to talk again when the screen hanging on the wall sounded, and the program announcing the results of the qualifying rounds began.

What appeared on the screen was the figure of Mengse, who did not maintain the principle of dressing comfortably this time, but changed into a serious professional outfit, and said in a loud voice: "Good evening, residents of the Fighting God City, and all the participants of the Fighting God Conference." It's time to announce the list of the top 32 seats in the qualifying tournament for everyone.,Are you looking forward to it?,Dream is looking forward to it.,I don't know which one of them will get the position of this year's fighting god.,Oops,There's going to be a new fighting god again.。 Well, then I won't sell Guanzi, let's look at the list, wait a minute, you think too much, how can there be no ads here, this event is exclusively sponsored by Zongheng Chinese Network, I wish Zongheng better and better,

So, here is the list, first place: Zheng Lang; 2nd Place: Reims ......"

Sure enough, Zheng Lang won the first place unexpectedly, and the others at the same table raised their wine glasses: "Congratulations." ”

Yumese continued, "Sixth place Porta". Sure enough, the old powerhouse still has its status, and several people raised their glasses to congratulate Porta.

Next, an unexpected name appeared, the twelfth: Overlord of the Wind.

Master of Sickness! The old lama who dragged Zheng Lang into this world, disappeared without a trace after entering this world, and actually participated in the Fighting God Conference, and finally had a chance to meet it.

Twenty-fourth: Doki. That giant axe man has also entered the finals, and he still has some strength.

Twenty-eighth place: Take the pants. With super good luck, he got the ticket to the finals.

Then, another unexpected name appeared, thirty-second: Yellowbeard Mansion Tuaban!

I'll it, what's the situation, Zheng Lang took a sip of wine and sprayed Porta on the other side.

That specialty is the queen of leather clothes who twists her ass! The new Emperor of the Magic Heavenly Zone! How did she end up here!

Porta stretched out his big hand to wipe his face and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Zheng Lang apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Uncle Porta, I didn't mean to, I just heard a very unexpected name." ”

How did Zhaitu Aban end up here? He also participated in the Fighting God Conference. Will she know that Zheng Lang is also here? It is said that Zhaitu Aban has never known Zheng Lang's name, and he only sees the list of lines, and he will not match his name with his face.

Zheng Lang and Jiuqian exchanged glances, and at this time, there were many people talking, and it was not suitable to discuss this matter.

Mengse continued to broadcast the report: "From today onwards, a round of competition will be held every three days until the winner is decided, the competition will be conducted in a one-on-one format, and the first round of the competition day is the day after tomorrow, please don't forget to play." On non-race days, the God of Fighting Labyrinth will be open to everyone, and players in need can choose to exercise to improve themselves, and of course, they can also choose to have a good rest. Well, the list of opponents for the first round will be announced below. ”

Everyone in the tavern listened quietly.

"Take the pants to Doki."

Zheng Lang's eyes narrowed, this pair of opponents who had been sparking since before signing up were finally matched, but judging from the previous roadside conflict, there was no chance of winning with pants at all, Zheng Lang couldn't help but worry about Yu Chun. I should be watching the broadcast somewhere now, and I don't know what I think about this result.

"Zheng Lang vs. ......"

Who could it be?

"Zheng Lang vs. Bota!"

The two men at the same table were still drinking and chatting just now, and the atmosphere became a little awkward in an instant. The wine glass in his hand involuntarily put down.