Zhao Weiming secretly calculated in his heart.

If in the next game, Canglongmen meets the players of Feixian Pavilion again, will they be able to achieve the final victory?

Judging from the current situation, Zhao Weiming feels a little hanging.

Regardless of whether Canglongmen will meet this opponent in the next game, as long as the strength of others becomes stronger, it means that their path to promotion will be narrower.

This is not a good sign.

Of course, even if his mood became a little heavy, Zhao Weiming still didn't forget the uneasy kid next to the school.

"Xu Yang, look at the two players on the field, who has the advantage?"

Xu Yang replied without hesitation: "Uncle Zhao, I think that player from the Qingyun faction should be about to lose. ”

Xu Yang's crisp and neat answer surprised Zhao Weiming a little.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

On the surface, the skills of the two guys on the stage are still comparable.

It can even be said that the guy from the Qingyun faction still has a slight advantage on the scene.

If you don't have a little eyesight, you really can't see the mystery.

But is this kid guessing, or does he really have that eyesight?

And Zhao Qianru, who was standing on the other side, was also surprised.

In her eyes, the two are fighting each other.

Even if the player of the Qingyun faction shows a slight sign of lack of stamina, he will not be defeated soon.

So before her father could speak, Zhao Qianru took the lead in asking, "Senior Brother Xu, why is this?"

For such a question, Xu Yang is not false at all.

"Senior Sister Zhao, don't look at the Qingyun faction's player's offensive is still fierce, but the speed of his change of moves is getting slower and slower, and besides, if you look carefully, is his footsteps becoming more and more vain?"

"The move just now, which can obviously be driven straight in, is because his breath is insufficient, so he can only give up halfway in the end. ”

"On the other hand, the one from the Flying Immortal Pavilion, can you see all of the above?"

"Senior Sister Zhao, you see, within ten moves, the Qingyun Sect will be defeated!" Xu Yang said with a determined face.

Don't look at Xu Yang said a lot, in fact, he just picked up a little bit of what he could say.

Like the muscles are getting stiffer and stiffer, the heart is beating abnormally, the flow of qi and blood has begun to be disordered, and the internal force in the dantian is about to bottom out, this kind of evidence that others can't see at all, Xu Yang doesn't dare to say it at all.

Zhao Qianru, who has slightly poor eyesight, is still skeptical.

But Zhao Weiming's face already showed a slightly complicated wry smile.

From what Xu Yang said just now, he was already able to determine that this kid really had that kind of eyesight.

His daughter is three years older than this kid, and she has more than twice as many acupuncture points as Xu Yang.

But she didn't see these situations.

Comparing the two, it can be seen at a glance that Xu Yang's potential in martial arts is much higher than that of his daughter.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Weiming didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed.

Of course, whether he was happy or depressed, the situation in the ring quickly changed.

The scene that was evenly matched just now, in the eighth move after Xu Yang made his conclusion, the players of Feixian Pavilion seized a flaw exposed by the opponent's lack of internal strength, and decided the situation with one move.

With the defeat of the strongest martial arts player of the Qingyun Sect, the overall situation of this game immediately swayed towards the Flying Immortal Pavilion.

In the end, Feixian Pavilion won the final victory with a score of 3-5.

After watching this game, as the deputy commander-in-chief of Canglongmen's participation in the martial arts conference, Zhao Weiming's heart was full of joys and worries.

Happily, he found that Xu Yang, this kid, still has a lot of development potential.

As long as he is guided attentively, maybe in three years, he will be able to grow into the leader of the younger generation of Canglongmen.

If that's the case, in the youth group competition of the next Yuntai Mountain Martial Arts Conference, Canglongmen will have to rely on him to obtain greater glory.

And what Zhao Weiming was worried about was because he found that a sect like Feixian Pavilion, after the efforts of the past three years, was no longer what it used to be.

Not to mention the old sect like Flying Eagle Castle.

Can the contestants in the youth group of Canglongmen still be as lucky as the last one to break into the top eight?

Hanging!

Zhao Weiming, who was worried, felt that this time it was really hanging.

It's just that no matter how worried he is, Zhao Weiming still has to force himself to cheer up.

Because in the next game, it will be Canglongmen's turn to play.

The next moment, Zhao Weiming beckoned and gathered the contestants in the youth group together for the final mobilization.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next game is our Canglong game, no matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, I hope everyone can go all out. Zhao Weiming swept away his previous worried appearance, and waved his hand there very passionately.

"No problem, we're going to do our best!" the contestants replied loudly.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and these guys are full of momentum now.

These players from Canglongmen, except for Qi Haitao, who came to Yuntai Mountain last time to see the world, everyone else stepped into the top of Yuntai Mountain for the first time.

In their opinion, the contestants who came to the top of this Yuntai Mountain are all used to defeat.

Now if you ask them, what would they do if they had an opponent who was stronger than them?

They will definitely say, "What can I do?" Kill God when you meet God, kill Buddha when you meet Buddha!

Well, the military heart is available!

Zhao Weiming nodded vigorously, and then let Deng Wenbin, who ranked second in the qualifiers, take the lead.

Originally, he also wanted Qi Haitao, the strongest guy, to play first.

However, Zhao Weiming just saw that after the strongest player of the Qingyun faction was defeated, the momentum of the other four contestants decreased a lot.

By the time the last contestant came on the field, the Qingyun faction had lost all momentum.

In the end, that guy estimated that he didn't even play half of his strength, so he hastily admitted defeat.

With this experience, Zhao Weiming immediately decided to put Qi Haitao, the strongest player, as the finale, and put him in the last position.

Of course, Deng Wenbin, who ranked second in the qualifiers, is not weak.

His martial arts cultivation is also a second-rate top-grade, compared to Qi Haitao, that is, the difference between a line.

Besides, their opponent in this game is Sanssouci Valley, which is ranked thirty miles away on the martial arts sect rankings.

Deng Wenbin played the first game, and Zhao Weiming was still very relieved.

"Wen Bin, wait until the game starts, don't stay hard, and defeat the opponent as soon as possible. Before going on stage, Zhao Weiming also commanded.

This is the first game of the Canglongmen youth group, and if it can be decided quickly, it will be of great benefit to the self-confidence of several of their contestants.

"No problem, Elder Zhao, I will definitely do my best!" Deng Wenbin patted his chest and promised.