As the old saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook.

The black-faced monk, who ranked third on the list of young heroes in the rivers and lakes, dreamed that one day he would be able to stand at the top of the list.

No matter what the list, whenever someone mentions it, the first thing to mention must be the top of the list.

This is like the imperial examination of all dynasties, the easiest thing to remember, of course, is the champion who was selected by the emperor Lao'er in the palace examination.

As for the list eyes and tanhua, which are a little behind in the rankings, it can't be said that no one pays attention to them, but it's always a little less interesting than getting up and wearing a red robe, riding a high-headed horse, and boasting about the champion of the official on the royal street, right?

In the same way, if it weren't for the martial artists who were familiar with him, in addition to the most dazzling top of the list, how many people would be able to remember the names of the other forty-nine people on the list of young heroes in the whole rivers and lakes? Even if this person ranked third on the list.

The reason that it is better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail probably comes from this.

This kind of thing is really depressing to say.

is like the black-faced monk who ranks third on the list of young heroes in the rivers and lakes, he feels that he is only one step away from the top position of the list, knowing that his strength level is still a little bit behind Xu Yang, but if he doesn't fight for it, he is always unwilling in his heart.

Zi once said, if people don't have dreams, what is the difference between them and salted fish?

If you don't give it a try, how do you know if you'll succeed?

Anyway, the ranking is behind the other party, and it's not a shame to lose, in case you win by luck, wouldn't it be a big profit?

With such a thought, the black-faced monk with a hint of excitement on his face kept cheering himself up.

Come on, blackface, you can do it!

Looking at this scene, Xu Yang, who had just jumped into the ring, laughed knowingly.

The guy in front of him is obviously a child who has never been beaten by society.

If you want such a child to mature as soon as possible, the best way is to slap the other person in the face repeatedly until he understands that this society is sinister.

As a promising young man in the new era who is willing to help others, Xu Yang thinks so and does so.

only listened to the referee's order, Xu Yang, who wanted to teach the other party to be a man, immediately went out to sea like a dragon, and quickly swung his knife towards the other party.

Even if you want this black-faced monk to mature as soon as possible, there is no need to engage in those vain tricks.

Just get started and get beaten up.

Fast, Xu Yang's move is indeed fast.

Even if he had watched Xu Yang's game before, when he stood in the ring in person, the black-faced monk clearly felt that the other party was attacking like a wind, a few points faster than he imagined.

The battle has already begun, and the black-faced monk thinks about it.

A phantom kitchen knife slashed through mid-air, and it was about to slash into his face, and the black-faced monk with a slightly changed face hurriedly took half a step back, and at the same time, he quickly put the Yanling knife in his hand up.

"Ding......

The kitchen knife and the Yanling knife collided together, directly hitting a spark.

Of course, the black-faced monk at this time didn't pay attention to the spark generated by the collision of weapons.

Seeing that the other party rolled up a wave of knives again, he was slightly numb, and without saying a word, he immediately jumped back.

Thief bird, this kid in front of him is not very old, but the strength in his hand is really not small.

Originally, he was holding the Yanling knife, and he wanted to have a few more hard encounters like this with the other party, so as to show that he, a black-faced monk, was not a soft egg.

It's a pity that after only receiving such a trick, the tiger's mouth is already a little numb.

If he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before his right hand would probably not even be able to hold the hilt.

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, even if it's just for the sake of his own face, he can't be so the other party anymore.

Xu Yang didn't care what the black-faced monk thought, as soon as the other party retreated, he immediately waved his knife and forced forward.

The ring is so big, if you have the ability, you can jump directly into the ring.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

The shadow of the sword continued to sweep towards the other party, and as the black-faced monk retreated step by step, the wave of the knife that Xu Yang swung out was even more like a huge wave in the wind, each wave stronger than the other.

No, it was only after more than ten moves, and the black-faced monk who was forced to retreat by Xu Yang was only about three or four feet away from the edge of the ring.

At this moment, the black-faced monk was wet on his back, and his face was full of bitterness, he no longer expected that he could create any miracles, he just wanted to delay as much as possible to make his defeat not so ugly.

So far, Xu Yang's beating education is quite successful.

From the eagerness to try before the game, to the current desire to cry without tears, Xu Yang only took a dozen moves to let this black-faced monk see a fact.

There is only two differences between the third place and the first place, but the gap between him and Xu Yang is simply separated by a moat.

When it comes to this match, he doesn't think he can see even the slightest hint of a possible victory.

Therefore, even this black-faced monk, who ranks third on the list of young men in the rivers and lakes, gritted his teeth and struggled to support it.

In the twenty-first move of the two sides, even the weapon had been knocked off, and in the end he could only swallow the bitter fruit of this fiasco.

"The eighth leg is over, and the score is 4-4!"

The referee's voice was extremely loud, and the disciples of Jinshan Temple who were standing under the ring and watching the battle had fallen into silence.

Although before the start of the game, they had already thought that Blackface would lose, but these guys didn't expect that Blackface, who only supported twenty-one moves and ranked third on the list of young heroes in the rivers and lakes, would be defeated so neatly.

At the same time, the disciples of Wanshou Villa, who came to watch the battle, were even more angry.

You must know that the contradiction between them and Xu Yang has reached the point of irreconcilability.

Therefore, even if the match in front of them has nothing to do with them, the better Xu Yang behaves in the ring, the more depressed they feel.

As for the other guys standing around the ring watching the excitement, they are not as close to Xu Yang as Wanshou Villa.

To be precise, the people who came to watch this game were more old friendly people from Canglongmen.

Before that, they had not yet been eliminated, and there was still some competitive relationship between them and Canglongmen.

And now, the dust has basically settled, and they who have been eliminated are going back to their own homes and looking for their own mothers.

Therefore, Xu Yang did such a beautiful job, they naturally would not hesitate to give their applause to this young man from Canglongmen.