After about two hours, the venue where the third batch of teenagers was located was nearing the end, and only the last twenty-eight groups were left in a total of 298 groups.

At this time, in the center of the venue, a white-robed disciple in charge of recording saw that the first thirty groups had all ended, so he said, "The last twenty-eight groups are on the field. ”

On the sidelines, Wang Fugui slowly stood up, and when he was about to take the stage, a little cold sweat flowed from the thin young man's forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and he was a little nervous.

Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind him.

"As you said, if you don't admit defeat, you won't lose. ”

Wang Fugui turned his head to look, and the somewhat swarthy young man behind him was giving a thumbs up and looking at him with a smile.

"Hmm!" Wang Fugui nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, and limped to the center of the field.

Mo Shiping stood quietly in place, in fact, he almost always took a look at the third batch of junior competitions, although there were very few opponents like him who admitted defeat in two moves, but most of them couldn't last long, and they couldn't see the hope of winning and went down the mountain early. There are no more than ten groups that can hold on to a full stick of incense, and almost all of them are evenly matched, and they win by holding their breath.

Like Wang Fugui, who decided to be beaten honestly and survived until the opponent took the initiative to surrender, there was no one at all.

"Hold on, Wang Fugui. Mo Shiping looked at the thin back of the limping towards the center of the field, and muttered softly.

Mo Shiping sighed with emotion, there are many people who can think of this method, but the only one who really dares to do this is probably Wang Fugui.

At the same time, on the other side of the third batch of venues, the young man who was short and wearing a black robe to cover his body also slowly got up and walked to the center of the field.

The black-robed young man had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly to himself: "Let me see, who is the number 933, it's really a... The unfortunate lucky ones. ”

In the center of the venue, a white-robed disciple stood between Wang Fugui and the black-robed young man.

Wang Fugui looked at the black-robed young man in front of him who was a head shorter than him, and couldn't help but feel relieved, thinking in his heart that he was still just a ten-year-old child, maybe he would obediently admit defeat as soon as the fight started.

Thinking of this, Wang Fugui deliberately made a fierce appearance and stared at the black-robed young man.

The white-robed disciple glanced at the two of them and said, "No. 933 Wang Fugui and No. 956... Yuwen clear water. The white-robed young man paused slightly, because the surname Yuwen was really rare. Then he continued: "You all know the rules, and I just want to reiterate one thing, no matter what the reason, whoever takes someone's life will be disqualified. So, let's get started. ”

After the white-robed disciple finished speaking, he took a step back and gave up his position.

The black-robed young man named Yuwen Cheshui suddenly spoke: "Wait, I want to ask first." This big brother named Wang Fugui, will you take the initiative to admit defeat?"

Wang Fugui only felt a little funny, so he quipped: "Little brother, you started dreaming in the daytime?"

Yuwen Cheshui ripped off the black robe, revealing the hidden face under the black robe.

Wang Fugui saw it, and his heart was even more relieved, a small face was pink, and he was a child who had not grown up yet, how powerful could the person who reached the top be the last to go?

The corners of Yuwen Cheshui's mouth tugged at the corner of a smile, and he said slowly: "That's good, I'm worried that you will take the initiative to admit defeat." Also, I really hate when people call me my little brother. ”

Wang Fugui didn't have the slightest fear, he just felt that this little guy was bluffing. So, Wang Fugui deliberately put on a majestic martial arts posture and pretended to say: "Little brother, brother, I have practiced, and it is too late for you to admit defeat now." ”

The next moment, Wang Fugui only felt that a figure flashed in front of him, and then his abdomen seemed to have been hit by a hammer, his feet left the opposite side, and his whole body took off uncontrollably. Then what caught Wang Fugui's eyes was a black shadow, and then, he felt a strong impact on his waist behind his back, and the whole person smashed to the ground again.

It's just a breath away.

"Vomit!" The violent impact made Wang Fugui only feel that his abdomen was like a mountain and a sea, and he lay on the ground and couldn't help but spit out a piece of filth.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that Wang Fugui's eyes were as big as copper bells, bloodshot red, and the whole person was lying on the ground convulsions as if he was spasmodic, uncontrollable, and a slurred cry of pain came out of his mouth:

"Ahh Ahh

Mo Shiping's eyes widened suddenly, he was a little incredulous.

The black-robed young man's movements were too fast, even far surpassing Lin Ruiming, and he shot fiercely and decisively, first hitting Wang Fugui in the abdomen with a knee, causing him to soar into the air, and then an elbow hit his lower back, smashing him to the ground.

In just one breath, with just one knee and one elbow, Wang Fugui, who had been used to being beaten since childhood, was worse than death.

Mo Shiping was very sure that this black-robed young man could never be an ordinary teenager, most of them came from the family of cultivating immortals.

Mo Shiping's face was gloomy and he stepped forward quickly.

"Wang Fugui..."Mo Shiping was just about to open his mouth to persuade him to give up, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't say any more.

I saw Wang Fugui hanging his head, his eyes were red, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably all over his face. Even so, he still tried his best to support the ground with his hands, trying to get up, and he did not admit defeat.

At this time, the white-robed disciple on the side frowned and asked unprecedentedly: "Wang Fugui, do you admit defeat?"

Wang Fugui shook his head slightly, and at this moment his body trembled and stood up, covering his abdomen with his left hand and supporting his waist with his right hand, but his steps were a little weak.

"Oh, you stood up so quickly, and sure enough, my shot was too small. Yuwen Cheshui stood aside, did not continue to make a move, and quietly watched the thin young man in front of him stand up desperately.

Yuwen Cheshui squinted his eyes, and the Sen Ran in his eyes was not at all what a child of the same age should have. And he was ruthless and decisive, which was also the reason why the white-robed disciple made an exception and asked Wang Fugui if he denied losing, because he was responsible for recording the results of the two sides, and he couldn't see any hope that Wang Fugui could win at all.

Yuwen Cheshui smiled and walked towards Wang Fugui step by step.

"Smack!" Wang Fugui, who finally stood up, sat on the ground with a butt, looking at the seemingly harmless child who came step by step with a frightened expression, his legs trembled, and he couldn't stand steadily.

"What's the matter, big brother, are you scared to pee your pants? ”

Yuwen Cheshui walked straight to Wang Fugui, who was sitting on the ground, slowly raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and swung it out.

Wang Fugui trembled violently, he wanted to reach out to block it, but found that his body was not controlled at all, just trembling with fear.

"Bah!" A punch hit the thin young man's face directly, and suddenly, Wang Fugui fell down in response, and a stream of blood gushed out along his nose, staining his entire face red.

Wang Fugui collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness.

Yuwen Cheshui shook off some of the blood on his right fist, he didn't like the smell of blood very much, especially from the thin young man in front of him who had fainted and was vulnerable, he didn't like it even more.

"What? I can't help but fight? Didn't you say you practiced before, and it made me look forward to it a little. It's a waste of time to wait like this, so why don't I help you? ”

Yuwen Cheshui smiled and raised his right foot and stepped on Wang Fugui's left wrist.

"Click. There was a crisp sound.

Mo Shiping, who was on the side, suddenly clenched his fists, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and he said angrily: "Dare!"

"Ah!!" Wang Fugui, who was lying on the ground and unconscious, suddenly screamed, and under the stimulation of severe pain, he instinctively woke up.

"Ahh Ahh

Wang Fugui's left wrist was shattered.

The intense pain forced Wang Fugui's body to bend into a bow, and the blood soaked the hem of the young man's clothes. He gritted his teeth and gasped for air, but tears flowed down his cheeks.

Yuwen Cheshui looked at the young man on the ground with a smile, and said softly: "I'm sorry, big brother, I don't know how to start, I'm really afraid that I will accidentally put you... Killed. ”

Mo Shiping looked at Wang Fugui's distorted face and his deformed left hand, he regretted it, he regretted saying to Wang Fuping before that he would not lose if he didn't admit defeat.

"Wang Fugui, admit defeat. Mo Shiping said softly. He didn't want to say this, he knew that this sentence, for Wang Fugui, was equivalent to asking him to wipe out the most precious thing in his heart with his own hands.

But if it goes on like this, it will die.

Mo Shiping faintly felt that this young man named Yuwen Cheshui did not come as a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, he came purely for fun.

What Mo Shiping is most afraid of is whether killing or not killing will affect the rules of his third round of trials, and when this black-robed young man plays, he may forget all about it.

The white-robed disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect on the side seemed to be a little unbearable, and once again made an exception and said, "Wang Fugui, you, do you admit defeat?"

Wang Fugui, who was paralyzed on the ground, supported half of his body with his right hand, he glanced at Mo Shiping, and the corners of his mouth reluctantly pulled up a smile. Then he raised his head and looked at Yuwen Cheshui, who was smiling.

"Phew!"

Wang Fugui smiled contemptuously, and with all his strength, a mouthful of blood spat on Yuwen Cheshui's trouser leg.

"How could I throw in the towel. If you have the ability, you will kill me... Penis. ”

Yuwen Cheshui glanced at the blood on his right leg, and his smile disappeared little by little, replaced by a hideous face.

"As I said, I hate it when people call me my little brother. Do you want to die like that?"

As soon as the words fell, Yuwen Cheshui's right hand made a knife shape and went straight to Wang Fugui's throat.

This ruthless knife is intended to kill.

"Wang Fugui, admit defeat quickly! There is a second chance!" Mo Shiping clenched his fists and roared.

Wang Fugui naturally knew that there was a second chance, but he also knew that in the second chance, he had no chance of winning.

If you can't be a disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, what's the difference between being dead and dying.

Wang Fugui closed his eyes gently, he was a little regretful.

"Sister, I'm sorry, my brother lied to you again. But it's okay, my brother is coming for you. ”

At the last moment, Yuwen Cheshui's hand knife gently stopped in front of Wang Fugui's throat, only a millimeter away.

Yuwen Cheshui withdrew his right hand and said to himself: "Oops, I overplayed it, I almost forgot the rules." ”

The next moment, Yuwen Cheshui turned to the white-robed disciple who was in charge of recording and said, "I admit defeat." ”

Wang Fugui opened his eyes in disbelief, and he was ready to die.

Mo Shiping breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately, at the last moment, this black-robed young man remembered the rules for disqualification of those who take people's lives.

The white-robed disciple frowned, he didn't expect that this eccentric young man Yuwen Cheshui would put away his hand knife at the last moment, and he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to admit defeat immediately afterward.

Yuwen Cheshui put on his black robe again, and asked with a smile: "Hey, I'm the loser in the third batch now, when can I arrange for me to fight with the three winners in the first batch?"

The white-robed disciple suddenly realized, it turned out that this young man deliberately admitted defeat for the sake of this rule, I am afraid he had already thought about it.

The white-robed disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect frowned, this was obviously a child who had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, but it made him feel a little creepy.

"Tomorrow, there will be a competition in the lower bracket. ”

The black-robed young man nodded, and said with a little expectation: "At that time, I should meet someone who can fight." ”

Now that he got the answer, the black-robed young man didn't stay long, and walked straight to the mountain road leading to the bottom of the mountain.

It's just that when passing by Mo Shiping, the black-robed young man paused, and said with a smile: "Hey, big brother, you seem to be able to fight, I really hope that I will have the opportunity to fight with you in the future trials, but don't be eliminated." ”

Mo Shiping knows how terrible this seemingly smiling and harmless teenager is, his ruthless personality, decisive shots, and unpredictable life experience, everything is extremely tricky.

According to normal times, Mo Shiping will definitely stay away from this kind of person, he has never been a person who likes to cause trouble.

But this time, Mo Shiping responded softly: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it too." ”

Mo Shiping stepped forward and gently supported Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui, who had been gritting his teeth and holding on, suddenly burst into tears and choked up: "I can finally participate in the third round of trials... I was scared to death, I thought I was going to die..."

Mo Shiping gently patted the thin young man's back and did not speak.

This thin young man named Wang Fugui may be a vulnerable weak person in Yuwen Cheshui's eyes, but at this moment, in Mo Shiping's eyes, he is a strong and extremely strong man.

Therefore, Mo Shiping responded to the black-robed young man, he felt that it was necessary for him to help Wang Fugui and Yuwen Cheshui reason.

If we take advantage of it, then we can't take a step back. This is the principle of life that the grandfather taught him.

Mo Shiping felt that it was right, but he also felt that if the weak took advantage of the reason but did not dare to speak, then he must stand up and speak for the weak.

Didn't the other party listen to him? Didn't the grandfather still say the second half of the sentence, then he was called.

This is true when he meets Wang Fuyun, who sells fruits, and it is the same when he meets Wang Fugui, who would rather die than admit defeat.

The last dragon turtle in the world is hiding in the southern region of the human race, and he once said this: He has worked hard all his life, and he deserves to run around all his life without enjoying blessings.

In a word, it is a prophecy.