"Brother 6, you have to think clearly. Once you decide to settle down, according to the rules of the martial arts tea party, the next thing will be a wheel battle in the true sense of the word. ”

"You'll fight until you're thirty wins in a row, unaided or unrested, or you'll be intercepted before the finish line, and you'll lose everything. ”

Yan Tingcheng reminded with a solemn face.

This kind of thing, many people have thought about it, but no one has done it, and it is impossible for anyone to succeed.

6 Zheng's approach is tantamount to breaking new ground and doing something that everyone wants to do, but no one dares to do.

"If you say it, you can spill the water, how can you regret it?" 6 Zheng asked rhetorically.

Yan Qingcheng nodded and announced loudly to everyone: "From this moment on, the Martial Arts Tea Party will officially open the Heavenly Tribulation Mode. With each win in a row, the number of rewards for Qingyun Feather Pill will be doubled, and all rewards will continue to be in cumulative mode. ”

"In other words, the winner of the next game will be rewarded with two Qingyun Feather Pills, and the next game will be four, eight, and sixteen, and so on!"

"Huh!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The noisy voices of discussion came and went one after another like a tide, and the so-called "Heavenly Tribulation Mode" was being discussed everywhere, and they were so excited that their faces were red, and they couldn't do more!

6 Zheng has already clearly released cruel words, he will continue to fight in the ring, and he does not need the slightest rest and supplement. In this state, 6 Zheng's strength will become weaker and weaker, and it will be easier and easier to be defeated.

Even if he is very strong now, what about after three games, five games, ten games, twenty games?

Under the continuous high-intensity battles, let alone a young genius, even if it is a strong person of the older generation of Jindan period, he may not be able to support the attack of more than 100 geniuses in turn.

What makes them even more excited is the double victory reward!

As the ring battle continues, 6 Zheng's strength will become weaker and weaker, and the rewards for winning will be more and more, more and more attractive and attractive.

Under this strong contrast, the value of their shots will continue to increase, which is simply a mouth-watering good deal!

Just now, many young geniuses were still afraid of 6 Zheng's terrifying strength and did not dare to challenge on stage.

However, at this moment, they were all gearing up one by one, staring at 6 Zheng with their eyes, completely treating him as a moving humanoid gold mine, eager to pounce directly on it now.

"Canglangmen Wu Jiuding!"

A young man in green clothes, as light as a swallow, jumped into the ring.

He was the core disciple of the Canglang Sect, the most anticipated kendo genius, breaking the historical records of the sect one after another, and making all the elders stunned.

"A thousand layers of waves!"

As soon as the battle began, Wu Jiuding used his strongest killing move.

A sword stabbed out, and in an instant, it turned into thousands of sword shadows, layer upon layer, forming a wave of monstrous waves lapping out.

"When!when!when!when!when......"

6 Zheng also took out his sword, the two swords struck, and the sparks were thrown out like a torrential rain, and there was a series of metal crisp sounds, which was uncomfortable and numb.

When the voice faded, when the sparks and the shadow of the sword dissipated, the young genius of the Canglang Gate, holding the only remaining hilt of the sword, was covered with tattered strips of cloth all over his body, and stood motionless.

"Next!"

6 Zheng said lightly, still with that calm expression.

Defeating a kendo genius seemed to him to be as ordinary as breathing, so ordinary that even he couldn't notice the slightest abnormality.

"I am the young owner of Fengxue Mountain Villa, Lin Xuedao!"

Whoa!

A sword swept through the cold light.

From the toe of his left foot to his right shoulder, Lin Xuedao was cut with a bloody wound that was deep and bone-seeing, which was terrifying!

"Next!"

6 Zheng still has that thin and indifferent tone.

"The son of the general of Wei, the ...... of Fuhu"

"Next!"

"The Seventh Prince of the Yue Kingdom, the ...... of the South"

"Next!"

"Valley of Ten Thousand Ghosts ......"

"Next!"

"The ...... of the Song Kingdom"

"Next!"

"I ......"

"Next!"

6 Zheng's shots are getting faster and faster, from giving the other party the opportunity to make a move at the beginning, to only having a sentence left to introduce himself, until now, anyone who just enters the ring will be defeated by him in an instant, and he won't even have time to say half a word.

In less than an hour, the people who were defeated under 6 Zheng had already passed a full twenty-eight.

Any one of them, placed in the thirteen countries in the southeast, is a famous young genius.

However, in front of this freak-like horror figure, he is not even as good as a baby who has just learned to walk, and he is easily defeated by chopping melons and vegetables, which is simply vulnerable.

"Twenty-eight consecutive wins, twenty-eight consecutive wins! There are still two games left, and he will be able to reach the threshold of thirty consecutive wins, and he can get the invitation to the Qingyun War!"

The bloody boy stood up, about the same height as the people around him were sitting.

"Are you just like that, watching him continue to win and steal all the light of this year's martial arts tea party?" the Bloody Boy asked angrily.

The golden swordman nodded, supported the hilt of his sword with both hands, and stood up as well.

The very few young geniuses who had stepped into the late stage of the Yudan said with a solemn face: "We can't let him continue to be prosperous, if he develops an invincible general trend, he will become our biggest hidden danger in the future." ”

"It's like a high mountain, blocking our path to becoming immortals, so that we can't cross it for the rest of our lives, so we can only follow behind him, humbly swallowing his dust. ”

Princess Fengyi looked around innocently, not wanting to deal with this group of people at all.

And Lan Xuan, the daughter of the Beihou of Qi Guozhen, who is known as the "fairy", is expressionless, staring at 6 Zheng with deep meaning.

The strongest Wen Gongzi, known as the "first person of the young generation in the thirteen southeastern countries", has a very ugly face, his hands are clenched into fists, and there is a "creaking" sound.

He can't wait to rush up to challenge 6 Zheng now, defeat him fiercely, and let everyone understand who is the real genius.

However, he didn't have this kind of courage, he was still afraid of 6 Zheng's strength, worried about how to end up in case of failure, and how to save his face.

Fame is a kind of wealth, but also a kind of oppression, a kind of burden.

Just like Wen Gongzi at this moment, if he was a young man with no name, he would have come to the stage to challenge him a long time ago.

It's a pity that he is the son of Wen, a well-known peerless genius, and he can't afford to lose!

I'm sorry that there was a problem with the segmentation of the previous chapter, and everyone was tired. I've changed it, sorry, sorry!

(End of chapter)

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