Just when Qin Zhongyu was about to collapse from collapse, the three independent judges who were monitoring them slowly walked in, and one of them, an old man with white hair and blue robes, glared at Qin Zhongyu before he opened his mouth and announced:

"This is the end of this Hundred Battles Family Competition, what do you think of this competition?" the white-haired old man asked the four people who were still alive with a playful smile.

A knife cut the hair and begged for luxury and replied angrily: "Ten people came in, and three pairs fell, and I still don't know whether we are alive or dead, what do you think our perception will be?"

"The big competition of recruiting relatives, when I signed up, I signed a life and death certificate, this competition is extremely dangerous, life and death, don't you know?" The white-haired old man frowned lightly and asked suspiciously.

"The deaths of these six people were all done by Qin Zhongyu alone, so now we want him to die, and besides, he must die today!" "The Shadowless God Fist Fu Xiang Lin roared angrily and murderously.

"Hahaha...... It's not easy for him to die?" The white-haired and blue-robed old man laughed, nodded appreciatively, and said:

"Out of this room, it is the final decisive battle of the competition to recruit relatives, and now there are only four of you left, when you get to the ring, under the auspices of the referee, you will fight in pairs, and show your skills, young man, why rush?"

The white-haired and blue-robed old man understood Fu Xianglin's mood very well at the moment, and did not blame him, but explained with a smile.

"Okay, just let him live for a while or three more, get into the ring, and we won't die!" Fu Xianglin and Mao Qiuxuan finally nodded and said in unison.

The white-haired and blue-robed old man looked at Situ Yinghua and asked with a light smile: "Young man, your performance is good, can you let Qin Zhongyu live a little longer, and when he is in the ring, how about killing him again?"

When Situ Yinghua heard this, he slowly gathered his murderous aura into his body, but the murderous intent hidden in his eyes still bit Qin Zhongyu like a substance, as if he had eaten the killing star.

Seeing that Situ Yinghua didn't speak, but expressed his attitude, the old man turned his head to stare at Qin Zhongyu and said, "Your swordsmanship is good, you can cultivate the one-word lightning swordsmanship to this one, and you usually put in a lot of hard work, right?"

However, your heart is too poisonous, your love is too thin, and you have killed too many people at a young age, and one day, there will be retribution!"

"Hmph, a group of subordinates are just defeated, and if they die, they will die, what is the retribution?" Qin Zhongyu's sweat dripped down his back like water, but he didn't lose a single hair in his mouth, and he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all.

Seeing an ignorant boy who was dying, still blowing the conch without knowing whether he was alive or dead, the two middle-aged people next to the white-haired and blue-robed old man had the corners of their mouths slightly upturned, and their faces showed a cold and disgusted coldness, but they didn't say much.

"Okay, that's all this king says, just listen to it or not, let's go, the next round of the game is about to start!"

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, his face suddenly turned serious, and a terrifying power suddenly appeared all over his body, and the demeanor of the king of martial arts was immediately revealed......

The coercion is incomparable, heavy as a mountain, the noble and majestic momentum of the king does not allow anyone to insult, and the majestic law of the death of the disobedient is spread out in an instant.

The four people present were all at the peak level of the martial arts master, and when they were pressed by the powerful power of the martial king-level master, their whole bodies immediately tightened, their legs were weak, and they had the illusion that they were about to kneel on the ground and bow and worship.

The pressure of the air suddenly became dense and heavy, as if mountains were pressing heavily on the four of them, trying to press them all to the ground, bowing to the white-haired and blue-robed old man in front of him.

His word is a holy decree that cannot be disobeyed, and those who disobey it die!

Not because of anything else, just because he is the king of martial arts!

Situ Yinghua, who was crushed to the point that the bones of his whole body rattled and were about to break, was no stranger to this feeling, because he had seen a lot of martial king-level masters, and some of them were several times more coercive than this.

The constipated old man of Longxiang Martial Academy, Long Xiang is in the sky, and his momentum and coercion never converge, and he can intimidate a large number of people wherever he goes, Situ Yinghua has learned many times that powerful coercion like mountains and seas.

Especially his brother Wu Potian, who is two years younger than himself, has cultivated to the realm of the martial monarch level, which is the monarch of the martial arts, and it is a realm where the king of the martial arts can be regarded as an ant.

The white-haired and blue-robed old man showed his coercion, not to kill the four people, but to intimidate, so that these four pretentious boys would not cause another incident, if they violated, he would be killed!

Leaving these four aside, let's take a look at the situation in the off-field ring:

As the competition for recruiting relatives is coming to an end, the highlight of this competition is about to start.

At present, the martial arts training arena is crowded with people, and the enthusiastic spectators are all looking forward to it, hoping that the ten outstanding young masters will complete the Wenbi as soon as possible so that they can come out of that room.

"It's been an hour, why hasn't it come out yet?" said A.

"Cut, what is an hour?"

C listened to the conversation between the two, and said with a smile: "I don't know how many people can come out, do you know what kind of place it is?"

"Where?" asked A and B in surprise at the same time.

"Hmph, you just don't have culture. After the old god C teased A and B on the ground, he began to drag it up: "It's a haunted house, it's extremely dark, and people who can come out of there are not scared crazy!"

"Haunted house, what's there to be afraid of that thing?"

Hearing this, A stopped doing it, stared at C with contempt and said: "A martial arts cultivator is a gall, practicing blood is like mercury slurry, practicing marrow has become frost, blood is soaring, masculine is full, just a little ghost, just a yin soul, it is not bad not to be smoked away by the fierce yang energy, what a way?!"

Just when the audience was guessing, the door of the so-called haunted house finally opened, and after a while, a figure stepped out of it, and judging from the posture of its walking, its steps seemed to be very heavy.

All the audience fell silent all of a sudden, and all of them guessed suspiciously, "No, ten people went in, and only one person came out?"

Someone shouted, "This is impossible, what about the other masters?"

Leaving these enthusiastic spectators aside, let's take a look at the situation in the ring:

The preliminary round and the semi-finals are all over, and now there are only five games left at most, so the beauty that many elites are competing for should also be on the stage.

Dressed up beautifully and refined, like a fluttering fairy, with the support of two maids, she walked out gracefully.

A gulle skirt with dark flowers in a lake blue fabric wrapped around her slender figure, and a pair of full hills on her chest rose up like a hill, constantly trembling as she walked.

With a golden pearl flower on his head, he covered his cheeks with a red veil, so that everyone could not see the beauty's blown pink face, but this was not difficult for the vast number of viewers who had cultivated martial arts.

Now, as soon as Bai Zhanyan appeared, there were countless pairs of eyes in the audience that were a foot to a meter long with various colored lights, these people were not lustful eyes, but wanted to see the beauty as soon as possible.

"It's so beautiful, it's really a great beauty, Bai Zhanyan, I love you!" At this time, a guy in the audience with poisonous eyesight must have seen Bai Zhanyan's face clearly, and immediately shouted loudly below.

"Cut, I want you to love? People have long been famous, don't you see that this is a martial arts competition? Where are you still crazy, what are you called love, love? Be careful that after being heard by the champion, he will slap you to death!"

A guy beside him, because his skill was too low, he couldn't see Bai Zhanyan's true face at all, and immediately taught the guy who was screaming sourly.

Looking at Wu Potian, who was hidden in the air after countless green, blue, red, purple, gold and other beams of light suddenly appeared from the audience, he suddenly laughed, and he sneered at the old lady of the Hundred Battles Demon beside him:

"See, old lady, that's all colored light, your granddaughter won't be swallowed alive by these perverts today, right?"

"Cut, is the man as erotic as you? Who is like you, a boy and a girl, and a pair of phoenix eyes, you don't know how many romantic debts you have, and you have a face to laugh at people, they want to see if it's true?"

The Hundred Battles Demon listened to Wu Potian's words, and immediately counterattacked, and despised him fiercely, not for anything else, just because in the process of the two talking in the back mountain, this old demon never won once, and now he caught the opportunity, don't despise this little guy well, so how can it be done?

Now that there is such a good opportunity in front of him, how can the old demon of a hundred battles let it go?

It seems that everything is ready now, and only the east wind is owed.

The old card of the Baizhan family has been hidden in the air, ready to watch the final battle to win the championship, Hua Dan Baizhan Yan, the main protagonist of the competition to recruit relatives, has already come to the ring, ready to choose a son-in-law on the spot.

Now that everything is ready, won't Dongfeng come sooner? )