The five battles in the morning were also successfully concluded, and on the way back, Gu Fatzi muttered: "It seems that this group will be able to produce results tomorrow! Two more battles are enough!"

Fuchen nodded: "Zhou Nansheng is in danger!"

looked at Zhou Nansheng again, and saw that he was still chatting with Wu Ji, and he couldn't see anything on the surface.

When he came to the avenue connecting the stairs, Fuchen said goodbye to Gu Fatzi and continued to climb the stairs, after all, because of the exercises, he couldn't leave it behind!

In the afternoon, he and Gu Fatzi came to Chenzhan Tai together, and Li Zhen also came over, sat down next to Fuchen, and waited for the start of the competition.

The first game is the floating dust vs. Du She.

With Gu Fatzi's encouragement, Fuchen picked up the knife beside him and walked up.

Du She looked like a person who was very ordinary in terms of appearance and weapons, but how did he feel like he hadn't woken up? But Fuchen knew that it would not be so easy to get to this point.

After going up, Fuchen first learned from everyone, hugged his fists and said: "Senior brother Li Fuchen, please teach me!"

The tone was normal, and there was no intention of provocation, and then he glanced at Dongfang Changge, and the other party immediately turned his head and pretended not to see it.

"What is this? Do you still think that you can't beg him to be partial to the referee?" Fuchen thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly.

Du She, who was on the other side, also hugged his fists a little lazily and said: "Senior brother Du She, I hope that my junior brother will show mercy!"

After saying that, he yawned.

Seeing that Fuchen was stunned for a while, after pulling out the knife, Du She still looked lazy.

After Dongfang Changge finished speaking, the two of them never moved, and Dongfang Changge scolded at the two: "Du She, Li Fuchen, what are you two doing?

Du She finally cheered up some spirits, pulled out the sword in his hand, looked at Fuchen and said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't blame Senior Brother for this!"

After speaking, he stabbed towards Fuchen's head, Fuchen turned his head to dodge, Du Shejian turned, and he slashed sideways, Fuchen bent over here to dodge, and then approached and slashed towards Du She's abdomen.

The other party expected it early in the morning, and as soon as he retreated, he dodged it, but the floating dust couldn't let go, and he kicked his back foot and followed directly.

Retreating is always not as fast as moving forward, and Du She was also caught off guard, and a large section of his clothes was cut off by a knife from the floating dust, but he didn't hurt anyone.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Fuchen stepped on the ground and jumped forward, but it was stabbed.

Du She had already prepared, and directly blocked the sword of the floating dust with his sword.

Fuchen was unwilling to give up, and continued to rush forward, Du She directly turned to the side with a sword, Fuchen lost resistance and rushed forward, looking at Du She beside him, recalling the scene when he faced Zhou Nansheng, he simply turned around, and stabbed Du She's back in the air.

Du She also slashed a sword directly behind the floating dust, but both of them only cut their clothes, and there was a small blood mark on Du She's body, which was more serious behind the floating dust.

The dust also fell directly to the ground, tumbling twice before stopping.

The people below were also amazed, and Zhou Nansheng said with a smile: "Isn't this similar to the move I made when I crossed him and slashed a sword in his back, this floating dust reacts quickly!"

Ding Yi said on the side: "People practice with Jian Xi every day, and they have an instinctive reaction to many moves!"

Wu Yi looked at the field, was silent for a while, and said: "Relative to others, are we too lazy!"

Du She touched his back with his backhand, but he touched a trace of blood, looked at the blood on his hand, and said to Fuchen: "Senior brother has good skills, don't blame senior brother for not showing mercy to his subordinates!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed over directly, raised his sword and slashed down diagonally, Fuchen raised his knife to block, and the sword master slashed directly from the knife, and then stabbed directly towards Fuchen's chest.

Fuchen ducked to the side, but the sword still pierced into the clothes under the armpit of his left hand.

When Du She wanted to sweep towards Fuchen again, Fuchen raised his arm and quickly bent over and turned.

Then a knife was lifted and hit on Du She's sword, and the sword also broke out directly.

When I stood up again, my clothes were already in tatters.

I almost even had my arm cut off by the other party.

After standing firmly, as soon as he used his footwork, he used his footwork to slash towards Du She.

Du She also raised his sword to block directly, and there was a pleasant collision sound between the swords, and Fuchen saw that his knife was blocked, but he lifted it, spun it in front of him, and lifted it directly up from below.

A sword slashed at the chest, and finally slashed at the opponent's raised sword.

When Du She endured the pain and wanted to slash down with another sword, the floating dust had already moved to the side, and the back of the knife slapped directly on Du She's chest.

After doing all this, Fuchen didn't catch up again, because if it was replaced with a blade, the result of the other party could be imagined.

Du She stood up, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Senior brother is really hiding deep enough, I am not unjustly lost!"

Then he coughed, and then said to Dongfang Changge: "Ahem, Vice Dean of Dongfang, I will abstain from the next game!"

After speaking, he walked directly towards the audience, and his friend hurriedly went up to support him.

Dongfang Changge secretly glanced at Fuchen, and snickered, Fuchen directly gave a roll of his eyes.

The second match was Zhong Yunhan vs. Wei Yang, the two fought fiercely for dozens of rounds, Zhong Yunhan was slashed on the sword by Wei Yang with a stick, making a crisp collision sound, and finally Wei Yang picked Zhong Yunhan's chin with a stick, and the other party flew out directly.

The third match was Xie Linyuan and Lu Ling.

Lu Ling looked at Xie Linyuan opposite, and said with a smile: "Xie Linyuan, do you have any special feelings about losing to the new junior brother?"

Xie Linyuan's red hair fluttered in the wind, and he slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, pointed at Lu Ling and said, "Try it?"

Lu Ling quickly pulled out the sword in his hand and rushed forward directly, shouting on his lips: "Do you still think you are the genius you were the one at the beginning? I entered the Extraordinary Realm half a year before you!"

took Lu Ling's sword and slashed down, and was directly repelled by Xie Linyuan, and then an elbow hit the opponent's chest, directly flying out as if it was behind.

Xie Linyuan followed directly, kicking Lu Ling's sword away was a hard beating, directly beating him until he was unconscious, and this time he stopped.

The people below were frightened, known as the worst student in this competition.

Looking at the only three people left, three more games can end directly, Fuchen can't help but sigh, this is much easier than he imagined, I thought I would play four more games, but there are still two more games to end, as for the first place in the group, Fuchen still feels that there is no hope.

If it weren't for the next game against Wei Yang, maybe he would have picked up the second place in the group.

In Dongfang Changge's shout, Fuchen and Wei Yang walked directly onto the battle platform.

Wei Yang was also a stout man, carrying an iron rod in his hand.

Walking up, the other party said hello very friendly, "Wei Yang!

However, Fuchen did not relax his vigilance because of this, Zhong Yunhan was injured by him with a stick before, but he still smiled and hugged his fists and said: "Li Fuchen, please be merciful to Senior Brother!"

When Wei Yang heard this, he smiled and said, "Hahaha! I heard that the junior brother likes to practice boxing, why don't we compete with our bare hands!"

After speaking, he threw the stick directly under the stage.

Seeing that Fuchen's heart tightened, I am afraid that this will not be a trap, but after all, it is still a senior brother, and it is not easy to be too ugly, especially Dongfang Changge's eyes are telling all the time, throw the knife quickly, respect each other......

Fuchen had no choice but to put the knife under the stage, then stood against the wall, returned to the center of the battle platform, and put up a fist frame called "Huazi Boxing".

When Wei Yang saw this, he laughed and said, "Okay, junior brother is refreshing enough!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed over directly, looking at Wei Yang who rushed over, Fuchen was still standing in place, not sure of the other party's moves, and it was not good to go up.

There was still some distance in the floating dust in Wei Yangli, so he jumped up directly and punched the floating dust.

Fuchen wanted to block it with both hands, but when he saw the scene when Wei Yang smashed Zhong Yunhan with a stick before, he gave up and might not be able to stand it.

With a punch down, Fuchen dodged to the side, his right hand was aggrieved, and he hit it from the side, and as soon as he touched Wei Yang's hand, he was blocked back by the other party, and then Wei Yang made a fist with his left hand and hit Fuchen's waist.

The blow made the floating dust bend directly to the side, his ribs hurt, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he endured it.

Wei Yang wanted to continue, but was blocked by the floating dust and hit directly on the palm of his hand, but Wei Yang still hit forward hard and hit again.

Fuchen had to take advantage of the situation to retreat to the side.

looked at Wei Yang, who was looking at the other side, and whispered: "Senior brother's routine is really dirty!"

Wei Yang clenched his fists and put on a fist rack, "You can't say that, boxing is the mastery of senior brother! Senior brother's fist is harder than a stick, junior brother be careful!"

After speaking, Wei Yang continued to walk over.

When he arrived in front of Fuchen, he punched Fuchen directly in the chest, and after Fuchen dodged on the side, he also blocked the possibility of Wei Yang attacking him with both hands, Wei Yang's hand shook, and he swept directly towards Fuchen with one hand.

However, it doesn't hurt that the floating dust has been blocked in advance, because it is expected to be so, so it is natural to have some defense.

After blocking it, he kicked Wei Yang directly in the stomach, and the two opened up a short distance.

Wei Yang didn't speak again, and attacked directly, after being blocked in a few moves in a row, Wei Yang seized the opportunity and punched Fuchen's chest, Fuchen crossed his hands in front of his chest, although he was blocked, he still moved backwards for a long distance.

When I put my hand down, I felt a burst of numbness, and I fell twice before I posed again.

Seeing this, Wei Yang stood up straight and said, "Senior brother is good, his strength is not small, if you have the ability to block it, try it again!"