"I'll rub!"

The strong young man couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, can this still be a pleasant and serious fight? If it weren't for the forger saying unscrupulous just now, he would have wanted to report it backhand, report Huang Quan's negative fight!

Huang Quan took off the iron armor and held it in his hand, although the speed slowed down, but with the "hidden weapon" in his hand, the strong boy didn't dare to chase too tightly, the iron armor is not as good as the iron shoes, if he was hit by this thing, even if he blocked it with his hand, his hands could be scrapped.

So the two returned to the original state of cat and mouse, Huang Quan ran, the strong boy chased, and when he was about to catch up, Huang Quan was about to smash the iron armor in his hand, and then the strong boy hesitated for a moment, and then chased and lost.

The strong boy felt that this was the most depressing martial arts competition he fought, even if he fought against the first place, he would not be pressed and beaten, and there were also contacts, and in the end he lost half a move, where is it like today, not a single move came out, and he made a disgrace.

"Boy, I'm begging you, don't run, stop and let's have a good fight, I promise not to hit you in the face!"

The strong boy was rectified by Huangquan, he really couldn't stand it, and said to him.

What he said, if he was to be replaced, he would definitely not agree to it, if he could run away, why should he stop and be beaten, so Huang Quan didn't pay attention to him at all:

"Then I beg you to stop chasing, okay!"

The strong young man looked at the thick iron armor and felt that he should be able to take a beat, but was the other party really a rookie?

Just when he was entangled, the people around him slowly became idle, and they gathered around the two of them to eat melons.

"Zhao Jianpeng, what's the situation? You can't get a newcomer in the second place, or you might as well change it with him." ”

A young man with ear-length hair shouted disdainfully from afar—he was Wei Chaoyong, the first in the sixth class of the seventh layer of the forging body.

Hit the penultimate number one, and it was done in a few clicks. In fact, his fist strength is about the same as that of the second place Zhao Jianpeng, but he is better than ruthless, not only to his opponent, but also to himself.

The guy who ran the slowest originally also adhered to the running policy, but Wei Chaoyong threatened that if he didn't stop, when he caught him, he would beat him beyond recognition, and if he admitted defeat by himself, he would be punished with a small punishment and a few punches.

For him, early death is also death, late death is also death, and early death can be less sinful, so he simply surrendered, and the "battle" between the two ended in less than three minutes.

"Chaoyong, I want to too, but this guy is very sleek, like a loach, he can't catch it at all, and he won't fight you, he will just run away. ”

Zhao Jianpeng was annoyed in his heart, he had no place to be angry, he would rather fight with Wei Chaoyong than fight against Huangquan again.

"Hehe, don't be cowardly, catch up, even if it's hard, it's nothing, like this rookie who has just been forged to the seventh layer, are you still afraid that you can't beat it?"

Wei Chaoyong sneered and pointed out, it is very simple for him, vigorously make a miracle, rushing up is a dry fight, and if there is anything that cannot be solved with one punch, then make two punches, don't even dodge, you punch me, I punch you, see who can't stand it and admit defeat.

Ye Yanwu has been paying attention to the battle between Huang Quan and Zhao Jianpeng - to be exact, it is a chase race, at this time, when Wei Chaoyong reminded Zhao Jianpeng, he just glanced at him, and then did not stop him.

Zhao Jianpeng was entangled for a while, seeing that he couldn't catch up with Huang Quan at all, he gritted his teeth and decided to use the method that Wei Chaoyong taught him.

Otherwise, if the game time comes, if no one falls down or no one admits defeat, they will be lost according to the convention, because they didn't hit Huang Quan at all, and Huang Quan smashed himself twice with his shoes!

"There are still five minutes left, and those who draw and lose will be disqualified from entering the next round!"

At this time, Ye Yanwu suddenly reminded loudly.

"It's out!"

Zhao Jianpeng knew that if he didn't level the kid in front of him, he would be leveled by him, so he simply took off the iron armor, threw it directly on the ground, and accelerated to chase after him like Huang Quan.

Ye Yanwu's sudden words also frightened Huang Quan, nothing else, the key is that he said that what the hell is it that he lost the qualification to enter the next round?

But there was no time for him to think, as soon as Zhao Jianpeng's iron armor took off, his speed skyrocketed, and he caught up with him all of a sudden, and seeing that he was about to be overtaken, he decisively turned around and threw the iron armor over.

"Bang!"

"Humph!"

The iron armor smashed on Zhao Jianpeng, he snorted, slowed down a little, but his heart was very fixed, and he shouted wildly:

"Haha~ There's nothing to smash now! You're dead! Five minutes left is enough for me to blow you up!"

Zhao Jianpeng smiled fiercely, his face was deformed, he was too aggrieved in this game, if he said that his strength was not as good as the other party, he would admit it, but it was obviously not like this.

Under the accumulation of resentment, coupled with taking off the iron armor and iron shoes, the speed suddenly reached the extreme, seeing that he was about to catch up with Huang Quan, and even reached out to touch his clothes, suddenly Huang Quan stopped, turned to him and asked:

"Zhao Jianpeng, what does the forging master mean by losing the qualification to enter the next round?"

Zhao Jianpeng was stunned for a moment, first, he didn't expect Huangquan to stop suddenly, and second, he was thinking just now that if he lost, it would be miserable to lose the qualification to enter the next round of the competition, and the forging project in the back would be doubled.

It doesn't matter if he is stunned, but his body is still in the mode of chasing Huangquan at high speed, it is nothing to collide with, according to the comparison of the size and strength of the two of them, the last one to suffer must be the other party (when he knows that Huangquan is the seventh layer of the forging body, if he knows that Huangquan is the tenth layer of the forging body, he probably won't think so), but he didn't expect that when Huangquan turned to face him, he also slightly gave up half of his body, making him pounce.

None of this matter, the most important thing was that he felt as if he had kicked a protruding rock, and his body suddenly lost his stability.

"Bang!"

The dust was everywhere, and Zhao Jianpeng fell heavily to the ground, face down, his right hand still stretched forward, and the huge inertia made him drag a trace about a person long on the ground.

At this time, Zhao Jianpeng felt a hot pain on his body, but what he was thinking in his mind was:

This kid doesn't know what it means to lose qualification to the next round!

And you shouldn't ask yourself about this, right?

The point is that it's time to ask!