Tomorrow is the first comparison, as if it was discussed, the night is more peaceful than usual, and the disciples who are still training at this time every night have also returned to their rooms one after another.

Han Tu was very excited, looking forward to showing his strength in tomorrow's game, but he couldn't sleep with some joy, and he fell asleep deeply in the second half of the night.

There was no word for a night, and the next morning, the disciples gathered in the square. This time the preliminary competition is different from the past, in the past, it was a ring competition system, in which a disciple took the stage to accept the wheel battle, until no one challenged, this person was the first in the initial competition at the lower stage, and then the next disciple, after holding the ring, it was second, and so on until the top ten were selected.

And this year, there are too many entry-level low-level disciples, so they can't adopt the ring system like in previous years, and after the discussion of the high-level members of the sect, they unanimously decided to adopt the promotion system. All the low-level disciples compete one-on-one at the same time, and the winners then face each other off.

Han Tu was facing a rather small person, with sparse hair and a little yellow, looking like a monkey from a distance.

Han Tu's appearance is also quite ordinary, but in comparison, he is also a handsome guy.

Both sides introduced themselves. ”

The senior brother in charge of Han Tu's group said, Han Tu realized that everyone was cultivating separately after getting started, and there was indeed no opportunity to communicate, and now this competition is also to let everyone experience friendship first, competition second.

But the game is to win!

Han Tu's expression suddenly became serious, and he put away the hippie smiling face he used to have, which looked like he was facing a beard.

With a slight shake of his right hand, a few darts fell into his hand along the cuffs, and the senior brother didn't think much about it when he saw his strange appearance, thinking that Han Tu was a little nervous.

"My name is Xiaohou, I am twelve this year, please advise. ”

"Han Tu, eleven years old, please advise. ”

Yes, Han Tu celebrated his birthday alone a week ago, and now he is an eleven-year-old young man.

"Hehe, I've heard that Senior Brother Han is a talent for a long time, and now that I see it, it really deserves its reputation. ”

"Senior Brother Han, be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Hou rushed towards Han Tu, Han Tu did not panic at all, compared to the oppression of the beard, this Xiao Hou was just joking.

Han Tu threw the darts in his right hand, while exerting force in his right arm, his body rotated in a circle, and his left hand also threw several darts with the help of inertia, one of the seven darts was in the front, four were in the middle, and two followed. Darts flutter in the air and at first glance look like a beautiful butterfly.

But those who really face it will feel its horror.

The dart shot straight into Xiao Hou's eyes, this is a tried and tested move by Han Tu, according to the fragment of the phantom throw, the eyes, ear, throat, and ankles are the weakest parts of the body, and attacking these parts can always be invincible.

The senior brother standing on the side felt bad the moment Han Tu raised his hand, and he blocked Xiao Hou in one step, and then pulled out the weapon he was carrying and slashed towards the butterfly.

When the flight was blocked, the subsequent darts piled up together, and fell to the ground with a few clanging sounds, just when the senior brother breathed a sigh of relief, the other two darts were hidden under the butterfly wings, and the butterfly was blocked without affecting the two darts in the slightest.

Bastard, the senior brother scolded secretly, he didn't have the invulnerable body of the beard. The dart was too close, and it was too late to block it, so he quickly turned around and threw Xiao Hou to the ground, and a few of his hair were cut off by the dart.

After a slight inspection, the senior brother stood up and said to Han Tuhou: "Are you crazy, haven't you read the rules, weapons are not allowed to be used in the preliminary period this year!"

Han Tu didn't react for a while, if he wanted to use a weapon, Senior Brother Tie Guang should remind me?

Seeing that Han Tu didn't speak, the senior brother didn't know what he was thinking, so he became even more angry, pointed to the side and said, "Where are you going to see it yourself!"

Following the direction of his senior brother's finger, Han Tu noticed that the area around the square was full of notices, and he secretly ran a black air current, and the notices that were far away seemed to be close in front of him.

The notice does have a prohibition on the use of weapons.

This, but not yesterday! Han Tu expressed the doubts in his heart.

The senior brother didn't look like he was lying, and his attitude was a little better, and he said, "Because children don't attack lightly or severely, and there are always disciples who are killed or injured every year, so this year will prohibit the use of weapons in the junior grades." ”

He seemed to suddenly think of something, and said sharply: "Also, even if you can use weapons, how can you greet people in the eyes as soon as you come up, even if you are a disciple of the Great Elder, if you hurt the life of a fellow disciple, the head of the sect will never spare you." ”

After speaking, he muttered a few more words, at a young age, I don't know where to learn the vicious moves, and I almost fell for it.

Well, it seems that he forgot something, the senior brother suddenly remembered that Xiao Hou was still behind him, and looked back at him fiercely, and saw that the latter was still crawling on the ground, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You kid, don't pretend to be dead, Ma Yu continues to play, or you won't lose!"

Xiaohou is the child of a street bastard, and he has been eating on the street with his father since he was born, and he has long been accustomed to stealing and playing tricks. What he originally thought was that he pretended to be injured and let his senior brother directly sentence Han Tu to lose, after all, he violated the rules. But now it seems impossible.

Eh, on the other side is the disciple of the Great Elder, the big celebrity in front of the head, he can't win him normally, he can only play beautifully, and then pretend to be defeated and admit defeat.

Xiaohou has been learning martial arts with his father since he was a child, and his physical fitness is much stronger than that of his peers, so he naturally did not take Han Tu seriously. If Han Tu violates the rules and wins, it will be forgotten, but if he wins, he will not be able to live in the future.

The thought of pretending to lose to someone who was inferior to him made Xiao Hou feel depressed, but quickly covered it up.

"Senior Brother Han's weapon is superb, Xiao Hou admires. ”

"Hey, it's alright. ”

Han Tu didn't know what modesty was, when others praised him, he agreed, but it was quite shameless, and the little Hou looked at it.

"Senior Brother Han, you and I are both disciples in the sect, there is no high or low level on the field, I will do my best!"

The reason why Xiao Hou said this was because he hoped that Han Tu would think that he had done his best, not let the water go.

But Han Tu didn't know what Xiaohou meant, seeing the latter's energetic appearance, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, darts can't be used daggers, and he has nothing left.

But it's not a shame, the scene still has to be said, Han Tu said: "Of course, I will do my best!"

After speaking, the two arched their hands to each other again and saluted. After saluting, Xiao Hou lowered his body again and swooped over.

Han Tu, who didn't have a dart in his hand, suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know where to put his hands. I had to lift it up and block it in front of my chest.

Xiao Hou squinted his eyes, and after seeing Han Tu's movements, he ran to Han Tu's body, clenched his fist with his right hand, and hit Han Tu's chest from the right side of his body.

What Xiao Hou thought was that if he punched over, Han Tu would inevitably grab his right hand and throw it over the shoulder, and he would admit defeat after standing up and fighting for a few more rounds, which would not be considered to refute Han Tu's face.

But things didn't develop according to what Xiao Hou thought, Han Tu saw Xiao Hou punch him, took half a step back, and originally learned from the three Zeng brothers before, borrowing his strength.

But who would have thought that Han Tu's thinking could keep up, but his skills couldn't keep up at all.

As soon as he finished retreating, Xiao Hou's fist hit him in the chest. Before he could remove his hands, a huge force came from Xiaohou's fist.

After taking a few steps back, Han Tu could no longer maintain his balance and fell to the ground.

Xiao Hou looked at Han Tu blankly, he really didn't expect Han Tu to be so weak.

Yes, for Xiao Hou, Han Tu, who can't use weapons, is indeed weak.

The fireworks gate was not specifically used for the ring of the martial arts competition, but used ropes to enclose the square one area after another, as a place for the first competition of low-level disciples.

Because of some small episodes on Han Tu's side, the other disciples have finished the competition, but his side has just begun, and the surrounding disciples slowly surrounded Han Tu when they saw that it was Han Tu who was competing.

On the side, Ning Xinying, who had just returned from the mission, saw Han Tu fall on a fart and was playful, so she hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, leaned over, and grinned: "Poof, why are you so embarrassed." ”

Han Tu was still lying on the ground at this time, and Ning Xinying was standing on his head, and when the latter looked up, he could even see something that should not be seen under the hem of the skirt, and his face turned red.

Ning Xinying thought that he was blushing by what he said, and just wanted to tease a few words, but noticed that Han Tu's gaze was a little unnatural, staring at herself, she followed Han Tu's gaze, and then realized that she quickly covered her skirt and said slightly angrily: "Look at it, go and beat the other party to the ground!"

Seeing that she seemed to be really angry, Han Tu withdrew his gaze and looked at the little marquis in front of him.

If you want to make him open enough distance, it is very simple to play with Xiao Hou in the palm of his hand, but now the dart can not be used, but he is being played with by the other party in the palm of his hand.

Han Tu secretly smiled bitterly, even if he lost, he couldn't lose so spinelessly, let alone in front of Ning Xinying.

After learning that Ning Xinying had left him food money, he was sure that Ning Xinying had a good impression of him, so why couldn't he drop the price in front of people who liked him, right?

He stood up, dusted off his body, and stared at Xiao Hou tightly.

The surrounding disciples seemed to be infected by Han Tu's momentum, and let out one cheer after another.

But Han Tu didn't have any momentum, and the intimidating power felt by those fellow disciples was precisely derived from the unknown black air flow in his body.

As soon as his mind moved, the black air flow came to his pupils along the pipes hidden deep in his body, and his pupils suddenly became pitch black, emitting black light.