Xie Dong's body was carried down, and the contest continued.

Yan Shan retracted his mind and continued to close his eyes and breathe.

If someone comes to power, someone will be eliminated. When someone comes to power, someone else is eliminated. However, in thirteen consecutive games, no one advanced.

At this time, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a long green dress swept into the ring. She was tall, delicate and charming, with a pair of smart big eyes looking at the man opposite, and said coquettishly: "Little brother, you are so handsome, it is better to admit defeat, let's make friends, okay?"

The girl's voice is soft and moving, and when you listen to it, there is a crispy feeling, which is very comfortable.

Yan Shan was curious and couldn't help but open his eyes.

On the opposite side was a handsome beggar disciple dressed in a coarse cloth shirt. He looked at the girl, smiled wryly and nodded, then turned and jumped out of the ring.

Seeing this, the audience instantly fell silent. Immediately afterward, there was an uproar.

Some people sighed that this Master Fu Qing was a master among the disciples of the Beggar Gang, so it would be a pity to admit defeat like this.

Some people ridicule and covet beauty, which is not a good thing.

Some people envy me, if it were me, I would definitely not have done anything with this delicate and charming little lady. There is an irresistible magic to this voice.

It's really a layman looking at the excitement, and an insider looking at the doorway. In the venue, anyone who has advanced martial arts cultivation or a person with a sharp eye can see that under this delicate and charming appearance, his martial arts cultivation is unfathomable. This beggar disciple is not simple, and he can see the way out of the door at a glance. Instead of being bored with yourself, it is better to admit defeat calmly. Perhaps, this is also a helpless move.

The girl looked at the back that was drifting away, and she didn't feel a good feeling.

The dust settled, and the venue fell silent again.

The girl bowed obediently and said loudly: "The little woman Tibetan Soldier Villa Ma Buyao, please advise!"

Before the words fell, a man with a tiger's back and a rough appearance jumped into the ring, hugged his fists and said: "Fan Hu in Xialian Yunzhai, come and learn the girl's tricks!"

Ma Buyao smiled indifferently, his body swayed, his feet stepped on the exquisite footwork, and he waved his palm.

Fan Hu didn't say a word, and walked towards Ma Buyao, just punching out, with the sound of whirring wind, extremely fierce.

Ma Buyao's figure was erratic, tossing and turning, Qianqianyu's hand gently slid over Fan Hu's thick arm, and in a blink of an eye, it was behind Fan Hu.

Fan Hu punched the air, hurriedly turned around, and pressed Mount Tai to the top with one move, and his fists pressed down from above like mountains.

Ma Buyao's body changed, as fast as a ghost, and he came behind Fan Hu again. She raised her hand lightly, patted Fan Hu's vest, and said with a coquettish smile: "Big man, be careful behind your back!"

Fan Hu was horrified, and hurriedly turned around, waving his arms horizontally, and the tiger was full of wind.

Ma Buyao twisted his waist lightly and dodged the fierce blow. Her footwork is delicate and treacherous, her body is agile, and she walks between the fist wind, as if she is strolling leisurely.

Fan Hu is powerful and has nowhere to go, he is upset and irritable, and his moves are full of flaws.

Ma Buyao's face showed a smug look. She danced lightly with her palms, like picking flowers and folding leaves, and kept slapping on Fan Hu's body. The palm of the hand retreats at the touch of lightning. In a few breaths, thirty-six palms have been clapped.

Fan Hu knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly used the true qi of the body protection, but it was too late.

Ma Buyao swept back three feet, and said with a smile: "Luoying thirty-six palms, finish the work!"

Fan Hu only felt that his muscles were sore, his body was weak, and his body seemed to be uncontrollable, and he fell down softly. He looked depressed, but helpless.

"Butterfly step, fall into the palm of the hero, scheming, the children of the Tibetan Soldier Villa are really wise and brave!" There was an exclamation from the seat of the Heavenly Sword Villa.

On the seat of the Tibetan Soldier Villa, a heroic middle-aged man smiled and saluted at the seat of the Heavenly Sword Villa.

Fan Hu was carried down, and the contest continued.

Ma Buyao was still unfinished, stretched his waist, put on a pitiful look, looked at Wan Yanliang, and said coquettishly: "People still want to fight again, okay?"

Wan Yan smiled brightly, but was silent.

Ma Buyao blinked his big smart eyes at Wan Yanliang, and then said loudly: "If you don't give up, please give advice!"

A good-looking man in a brocade robe swept into the ring. He shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a light smile: "In Dabrazan, please be merciful to the girl's subordinates!"

Ma Buyao hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "Do you have a hidden weapon hidden in your folding fan?"

Dabrazan smiled awkwardly and replied, "Indeed. ”

Ma Buyao asked again, "Will you use it to raid me?"

Dabrazan smiled bitterly: "Naturally not. ”

"That's good!" Before the words fell, Ma Buyao had already waved his palm.

Dabrazan didn't dare to hold it up, but he didn't want to use the folding fan to the palm of the flesh, so he hurriedly pinned the folding fan to his waist and waved his palm to meet it.

In this moment, Ma Buyao had shrouded Dabrazan in the shadow of his palm.

Dabrazan was not afraid at all, and when he saw the move, he was calm.

Luo Yingzhang is known for its elegance and agility, and Ma Buyao has taken the lead again, although he has the upper hand, it is difficult to win.

Dabrazan's palm is strong, and the internal force of Tibetan Tantra is both rigid and soft, mysterious and unpredictable. He knew in his heart that even if he received a few slaps, it would be fine. But as long as the other party is slapped once, he will inevitably be seriously injured.

Suddenly, Ma Buyao had an extra dagger in his right hand, and the cold light flashed.

Dabrazan was horrified. The opponent came from the Tibetan Soldier Villa, and he would never think that this was an ordinary dagger. If the opponent has a bad heart, he will either die or be disabled.

The horse retreated from afar, swept back three feet, and played with the cold dagger in his hand.

Dabrazan looked dazed, a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Ma Buyao threw the dagger over. Dabrazan stretched out his hand to catch it, looked at it fixedly, and secretly wondered: It is indeed a treasure that sharpens iron like clay.

Ma Buyao said coquettishly: "Little brother, I still want to play for a while." You'll just let me, okay?"

Hearing this, Dabrazan smiled with relief, turned around and swept off the ring.

Then, Ma Buyao broke the three of them in a row, and he was excited, but he still didn't give up, and wanted to play for a while.

At this moment, a tall man with a black face in a blue robe swept into the ring.

As soon as he saw this person, Ma Bu was like a mouse seeing a cat, turned around and ran, and with a slight sweep, he walked out of the ring. She didn't forget to shout: "This one doesn't count." ”

The man in the blue shirt stood on the stage with a black line on his face.

At this time, those who don't know are also full of black lines, but those who know are so happy that they can't keep their mouths shut.

Wan Yanliang also smiled unkindly: "Miss Ma Buyao has won six games in a row and entered the next round." The Ma Ming brothers have no opponents and go directly to the next round. ”

This blue-shirted man is none other than Ma Buyao's second brother, named Ma Ming.

Ma Ming smiled slightly bitterly and also swept off the ring.

Wan Yanliang continued: "Since everyone chose to defeat two opponents in a row in the second round, only four people entered the next round, they were Leng Qingzhu of Wujimen, Tang Xi of Tangmen in Shuzhong, Ma Buyao of Tibetan Soldier Villa, and Ma Ming of Tibetan Soldier Villa. ”

The sun is setting in the west, and the second round of the World Heroes Conference has come to an end.