An hour to say fast or not fast to say slow or not, with the order of the East Gate Yaori, the draw group is finally over, the three of Jian Wuya are lucky not to be in the same group, it seems that there is a great chance of meeting in the finals, and those who did not succeed in getting the wooden sign are miserable....

"No, give me another chance!"

"No, no, how can I not even pass the audition!"

Jian Wuya looked at the miserable appearance of those who didn't catch the wooden sticks at the door of the venue, and shook his head helplessly, this world is so cruel!

In this four realms of China, where there are many capable people, if you don't have to fight with your life, you will eventually be unable to keep up with the pace of the strong people of the same generation and be abandoned by this era~

Jian Wuya clenched the Junyu Sword in his hand, and endless fighting spirit rose in his heart, he wanted to go on, and he wanted to stand at the peak of the sword path like a gentleman!

"Ninety-seven Wu Qi has no end to the ninety-eighth sword, please come to the stage!"

Jian Wuya came to the stage, looking at his opponent expressionlessly, this body of horizontal meat, tiger on his back, holding a rather heavy serial knife, obviously a powerful swordsman.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu is really lucky, I actually met a little white face in the first scene!"

A swordsman named Wu Qi fell to the ground with a heavy sword, and cracks appeared in the stone slabs of the ring.

Jian Wuya sighed lightly, he is not the kind of person who underestimates his opponent, but the competition is not a competition of strength, and if you really want to talk about strength, I'm afraid Sima Xu is no worse than this guy!

"Let's go!"

As soon as the referee shouted, before Wu Qi could make a move, he saw that Jian Wuyan's body disappeared with a "whoosh", and before he could react, Wu Qi felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then lost consciousness as soon as it was dark in front of him.

Jian Wuya looked at the fallen body, and frowned slightly, the knife he had just hit seemed to be a little heavier, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't faint immediately.

"Ninety-seven is unconscious, and the ninety-eighth sword is invincible!"

The referee saw that Jian Wuya had outstanding strength, so he still cautiously reminded Jian Wuya: "Although as long as you don't die, it's not a foul, but please pay attention to proportion, even if you don't die, if you cripple someone, you will get into trouble yourself." ”

“... Thanks a lot. ”

It turns out that after months of training by Mr., have we been strong enough to this point?

Jian Wuya looked at his hands, and it seemed necessary to remind Sima Xu that if he was not a particularly powerful opponent, he should not be heavy-handed.

"No. 202 is seriously injured, and No. 201 Sima Xusheng is victorious!"

"Ah, I'll go, you look like a cow, why don't you take a beating so much?

.......

Jian Wuya won several rounds in a row, and finally got a break of half an hour, but Jian Wuya didn't feel very tired, so he wandered around the venue, and suddenly heard a noise behind him.

"Little boy of the East Gate, don't hold on if you can't beat it, just give up, don't hurt yourself. ”

"Be careful, little boy from the East Gate. ”

Jian Wuya looked back, but it was the little boy who put the gold ingots in the bowl of the monk who was in the clear sky just now, only to see that the little boy in pink was still cowering, and his opponent was a warrior with muscles in his hands and a war saber.

"Wuya, what are you looking at?"

Feng Lingwan walked over, looked in the direction of Jian Wuyan's line of sight, and then smiled: "It's the little boy of the East Gate, you don't have to worry, although the little boy of the East Gate has a somewhat cowardly personality, his martial arts are still very good." ”

"Oh?"

As soon as Jian Wuya asked a question, he was shocked by the scene in front of him, only to see that this pink-clothed boy was very flexible enough to dodge the opponent's extremely fierce knife, and then slapped it.

This palm seemed unremarkable, but his opponent was also knocked away by this palm, and he couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

"One hundred and sixty-three poor fields are in a coma, and there is no book at the east gate of one hundred and sixty-four."

"Yes . . . Sorry, no.. Be.. It's a concession!"

Seemingly not very accustomed to the surprised eyes of the audience, Dongmen Wushu hurriedly saluted the fallen opponent, and then jumped out of the ring and ran.

Jian Wuya looked at the back of Wushu at the east gate as if he had fled, and asked Feng Lingwan with a sense of magic: "What is the origin of this little boy?"

"He, he is the grandson of the old hero of the East Gate, the person in charge of the Four Realms Martial Arts this time. ”

Feng Lingwan also looked in the direction of Wushu at the east gate and said: "Don't look at him cowering and looking cowardly, I am afraid that this strength is not weak, at least it is also the cultivation of the first stage of the Spiritual Silence Period." ”

"Really?"

Jian Wuya had to be surprised, but he had just underestimated this little boy.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the qualifiers for the Four Realms Martial Arts have come to an end, and Jian Wuya finally entered the top eight and qualified for the finals after defeating an unknown number of opponents.

Jian Wuya moved his shoulders, although he didn't meet any strong opponents, but he was really tired after fighting so many games in one day.

Sima Xu walked over and put his hand on Jian Wuya's shoulder, "Ha, I know that you will be able to enter the finals easily!"

"Look at Brother Sima, he also successfully entered the finals?"

"That's, brother, who am I, both of them have been trained by Mr.!How can I lose to these soft-footed shrimp?"

"Heh, then I wish Brother Sima a victory and a beautiful return. ”

When Sima Xu heard this, the two brothers seemed to hook up on Jian Wuyan's shoulders, and said with a wicked smile: "Can you hug the beauty, don't you have to rely on your brother for help?"

Jian Wuya smiled helplessly and didn't speak, in his opinion, after entering the finals, I'm afraid it won't be so easy!

Jiang Yucheng, Night Rain Canglan, Monk Qingkong, and the pink-clothed little boy named Dongmen Wushu, their strength may not be much worse than himself and Sima Xu, especially Jiang Yucheng, his strength is undoubtedly the strongest among the many masters in this martial arts, and it can be called the biggest hit!

Just as Jian Wuya was thinking, a commotion attracted Jian Wuya's attention. Jian Wuya and Sima Xu took a look, and on the ring, Feng Lingwan, who was dressed in tight clothes and soft armor, was holding a war horse sword, with a perfect figure and a beautiful face, which caused a wolf to howl in the audience.

As for her opponents...

Jian Wuya and Sima Xu sneered maliciously at the same time when they saw it, what a place they don't meet in life!

Feng Lingwan looked at her opponent Du Chengzong coldly, remembering the misdeeds that Du Chengzong wanted to do to her in Honghai Village that day, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed a little anger, and her eyes began to look at Du Chengzong's lower body.

"Little slut, what do you see? Didn't you resist desperately that day? Why are you dissatisfied with your desires today?"

Sensing that Feng Lingwan was staring at her below, Du Chengzong said obscene words with a lewd smile on his face, which immediately caused a burst of discussion in the audience.

"Do you say that this Feng Lingwan and the Ducheng Sect have had anything?"

"It is said that the young master of the Sword Prison Villa, Du Chengzong, is a merry person, is it possible that this wind is gentle..."

"I can't say, if Duchengzong can even hook up with such a hot beauty, it's really amazing. ”

"I should say it's scum, you look at Feng Lingwan's eyes, I'm afraid that I will be tired of being played by Duchengzong and will be abandoned in a mess.."

Jian Wuya rubbed his temples, and said that gossip is a woman's nature, but I didn't expect that once a man chatted, it was even more terrible than a woman, obviously he didn't know anything, look at what these people said..

Sima Xu didn't care what others were talking about, and roared at Duchengzong on the stage: "Duchengzong, you are a scumbag, I'll see how Xuan Wan'er cleans you up! Don't say that the young master didn't remind you, you are careful to cut off your children and grandchildren!"

After Sima Xu's reminder, Du Chengzong remembered the long-famous deeds about Feng Lingwan on the rivers and lakes, and couldn't help but look at the boots on Feng Lingwan's feet, and the pointed high-heeled combat boots were faintly shining with cold light.

Thinking of Feng Lingwan looking at the place just now, Du Chengzong suddenly felt a chill in his lower body, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the sword in his hand clenched a little tighter.

"Tianyao Palace Feng Lingwan is the sole inheritor of the Sword Prison Villa, start!"