Chapter Ninety-Seven: I'll Wait for You!
The breeze blew, and a voice floated out of the ring, and the two figures that were originally erratic also appeared in everyone's sight.
"You've lost!"
In the ring, Lin Xiu pinched Yang Hao's neck, stared at each other with his eyes, and smiled faintly.
Feeling the pressure on his neck, Yang Hao knew that he had indeed failed, his life and death were in the hands of the other party, how could there be victory.
"I lost!"
Yang Hao looked at Lin Xiu's eyes for a long time, and finally opened his mouth with difficulty, admitting that he had lost to Lin Xiu.
"Take!"
The crowd of onlookers looked at Yang Hao's figure when he stepped down, and he didn't react for a long time.
Yang Hao was defeated, defeated in the hands of this six-star martial artist strength boy, psychologically, many people couldn't believe it.
Of course, most of the people still applauded excitedly, obviously quite satisfied with this duel, the dark horse is still black, and everyone has deeper expectations for this Lin Xiu.
Lin Xiu in the ring, looking at the back of the person who walked off the stage, smiled a little bit on his face, it was not good to compare anything, the other party was just faster than the speed, and it was difficult for him to win or not.
"Brother Lin, it's not good, Fu Huang is injured!"
Just as Lin Xiu was about to step down, a hurried voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Qin Feng's figure also fell into the ring in an instant and appeared in front of Lin Xiu. appeared together, as well as the figure on Qin Feng's back.
"Fu Huang!" Lin Xiu recognized that the figure was Fu Huang, but at this time, the latter's already thin face was pale, and there was no blood at all. Seeing this, Lin Xiu rushed over with one arrow step.
Walking up, Lin Xiu found that Fu Huang's shoulders were covered with blood, and his breath was extremely weak, obviously because he was not lightly injured.
"Qin Feng, what's the matter!"
Putting a pill of healing pill into Fu Huang's mouth, Lin Xiu turned his head, stared at Qin Feng with his eyes, and said coldly. Worried about Fu Huang's safety before, Lin Xiucai specially instructed Qin Feng to take care of Fu Huang, but now that it was good, Fu Huang was still injured.
Catching Lin Xiu's ice-like gaze, Qin Feng looked bitter and said: "Lin Xiu, listen to me, Fu Huang was injured, I am indeed responsible, but the main thing is not to rely on me, it is really her opponent, she is too ruthless, she shot so fast, and before she could react, she injured Fu Huang." ”
"Who is her opponent?!" Lin Xiu's tone softened slightly, but the coldness in it increased instead of decreasing.
"Luo Qiang. Lin Xiu, who was listening, asked. Qin Feng hurriedly told Lin Xiu about his opponent.
"He's really going to die!!" Lin Xiu, who knew the answer, suddenly turned his gaze to the other side, Luo Qiang, who looked sneering, did not laugh angrily, but that smile was full of strong killing intent.
"Brother Qin, my tone was a little heavy just now, forgive me. ”
After glancing at it, his face turned red, and Lin Xiu apologized to Qin Fengdao.
"Brother Lin, don't say that, it's my fault that I didn't take good care of Fu Huang. ”
Qin Feng said apologetically, with a look of shame. This matter made him a little embarrassed, and he didn't repay the favor yet, so he owed another sum.
"Brother Qin, do me a favor, count me Lin Xiu as owing you a favor!"
"You saved my life, don't say one, ten should be. ”
Qin Feng didn't hesitate at all, and continued, "As long as I can help, I will definitely help, what is it?"
Lin Xiu's gloomy face suddenly turned to Luo Qiang's direction, and said murderously: "In the next game, my opponent will be Luo Qiang!"
What kind of eyes are they, gloomy, indifferent, full of murderous intent, Qin Feng, who was standing next to him, after hearing Lin Xiu's words, his body trembled coldly, it seemed that this Lin Xiu wanted to take revenge.
"No problem, wrap me!" Qin Feng patted his chest and said.
After the promise, Qin Feng immediately left. Lin Xiu took Fu Huang to the rest place on the sidelines and took care of her.
Fu Huang, in his heart, was like a little sister next door, seeing that she was hurt by Luo Qiang, the anger in Lin Xiu's heart can be imagined.
Not long after, Qin Feng came back, he nodded slightly, and said, "It's done!"
Fu Huang in a coma, thin eyebrows and shallow wrinkles, as if there was a touch of pain that could not be shaken off. Lin Xiu's gaze swept over the former's face, then moved away, and finally fixed on Luo Qiang's body not far away.
"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!" The fist clenched, and Lin Xiu popped out of his teeth.
At the end of the second round of the match, only 20 of the 40 players were lucky to stay, and the rest were eliminated, but they still had the qualifications to become inner disciples. And then, it's time for the third round of the top 10 competition. For them, the top ten is not only an honor, but also an alternative distribution of resources, the better the ranking, the higher the cultivation resources you can get.
At the end of the new round of lottery, Lin Xiu held the bamboo stick engraved with an eight-star martial artist in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer, "Hunting the ninth, Luo Qiang, I will let you know that it is the biggest mistake you have made in your life to provoke me." ”
While Lin Xiu was waiting, Luo Qiang on the opposite side looked cautious, "No. 1 in the hunting competition, Lin Xiu, let me see your strength." ”
"Brother clan, don't be afraid, if you have any tricks, even if you use them, I'll take care of you if something happens!"
The figure standing in front of Luo Qiang, frowned, and seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with Luo Qiang's cautious look, isn't it just a six-star martial arts kid, no matter how strong his strength is, he has a fart, in front of the level gap, these are all blind.
Hearing this, Luo Qiang glanced at Fu Huang in the resting place, and said ruthlessly: "Brother Zhu, don't worry, I will let this kid know how to write the word dead." ”
"Ha Luha, very good, very good, with the style of my time. ”
Luo Zhu waved his hand, and the folding fan in his hand "poof" unfolded, and Ha Lu Ha Da smiled.
In the third round of the game, the emotions of the audience were fully mobilized, and they were full of expectations for this round of the game.
The first is the most popular candidate for the championship, Jian Nanfei, the level of an eight-star martial artist, but he has the strength to fight with a nine-star martial artist, which is hard not to be surprised. And the other few people are also several geniuses like Jian Nanfei, Xiang Lian Lingyun, Jiang Wuxian and others, and after Lin Xiu went through the last round of the competition, there were more and more voices of attention.
In the third round of the competition, Lin Xiu was lined up in two batches, so Lin Xiu did not let go of this opportunity to observe the players.
"Wow. ”
As soon as the game of this sentence began, there was a cry off the field.
"Trillion Shuangjun. ”
In a ring, a disciple of an eight-star martial apprentice looked cautiously at the man in a white shirt opposite, and clasped his fists and saluted.
"Jian Nanfei. ”
The man in the white shirt, carrying a long sword, has a fierce momentum, which is fully revealed.
"Offended, Meteor Sword!"
The man of the eight-star martial apprentice, in the hunting competition, ranked seventh, and his combat talent will definitely not be too weak. also knew who was opposite him, so as soon as he made a move, he used the strongest move.
As soon as the long sword came out, it was like a meteor coming, the sword shadows flew one after another, and the sword rays in the sky rushed towards the south of the sword.
Looking at the rushing sword, Jian Nanfei smiled slightly, and grabbed the sword with his bare hand with his right hand.
"Thorn Dragon's Claw!"
The shadow of the sword was all over the sky, but the arm like a dragon's claw pierced through and grabbed the opponent's wrist holding the sword.
"Jingle bell!" The long sword fell to the ground, and the man couldn't believe it, he was both an eight-star, why was the difference in strength so big.
"I lost!"
The pain in his wrist forced the man to admit defeat helplessly, "Isn't he still qualified to let him use a sword?"
The audience didn't seem to be too surprised by Jian Nanfei's performance, in their opinion, it was normal for Jian Nanfei to win, and it would be strange if he lost.
After winning the game, Jian Nanfei didn't stay on the stage for long, but after stepping off the stage, he made a gesture towards Lin Xiu in the distance.
"I'll wait for you!" is not a confession, but a war letter!
After his eyes flickered for a while, Lin Xiu turned his gaze to the other side of the ring, for him now, the most important thing was not Jian Nanfei, but in front of him, Luo Qiang.
Facing Luo Qiang on the other side, he sneered, Lin Xiu stepped into the ring, this one is destined to fight to the death.