On August 17, the much-anticipated 12-dart game officially began. The practice ground of the Ping An Dart Bureau is obviously not enough, but fortunately, when he was in the house at the beginning, Lu Gao considered that he might have to expand the warehouse or something in the future, and bought a piece of wasteland in the western suburbs in the third year, and the land price was cheap, which was just right to set up a martial arts field.

The competition field is set up, and the main ring is in the middle, and there are four sub-rings on the southeast, northwest, and northwest sides of the main ring, and the scale of the ring is grand enough. It's just that there are 128 contestants, after being divided into four rings, there are 32 people in one ring, and 128 people are eliminated one-on-one in the form of a lottery. If you fight a little hard, you can play a night in the extra game in the evening, and it is estimated that you will be able to decide the top 16 in one day.

Lu Yuan took the number plate in his hand and found a vacant seat on the edge of the ring to sit down, and it didn't take long for Lu Naida to find him and sit down.

"How many are there?" asked Lu Nai.

"West Twelve, I feel that I have a special relationship with the number twelve recently. Lu Yuan complained lightly.

"Hmm, what else has to do with Twelve?" Lu Naidai asked nonchalantly, not really wanting to know.

"Take, it's the copper token I got in the Seven Killing Pavilion yesterday, and it's also number twelve. Lu Yuan took out the token and showed it to Lu Nai, who was not interested after looking at it.

"Oh. Now, look, look, the first game of the West Ring is about to start. Seeing the referee's signal, West 1 and West 17 came to the stage.

Lu Yuan fixed his eyes and saw that the one on the west was a man wearing a dart uniform of the Eagle Dart Bureau in Yingtan, it seemed that he should be twenty miles away, right? He was still so shameless to sign up? Didn't he say that the age limit was under twenty years old? But Lu Yuan had never seen that face, and it should not be the nephew of the head of the Eagle Dart Bureau, so he didn't care much. The one who came up from the West Seventeenth, coincidentally, was a disciple of the Shishi Lion Dart Bureau, who seemed to be nineteen or twenty years old, barely qualified.

"Eagle Dart Bureau, Ying Xiong, I've seen Your Excellency!"

"Lion Dart Bureau, Flying Lion, I've seen Your Excellency!"

The two seemed to cherish each other, and they reported each other's names as soon as they met.

"Look up for a long time!"

"Fortunately, I will be lucky!"

"Brother Tai's name is extraordinary, and his kung fu must be even better!"

"I have won awards and awards, my brother's name is extraordinary, and my kung fu must be not weak!"

"Where, Where, ......"

"Take your sister, don't start the two of them disqualified together!" The referee finally couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted the conversation between the two people.

"Oh, good ......" The two of them touched their heads and took a stance. Ying Xiong of the Flying Eagle Dart Bureau used an iron sword, and the Flying Lion of the Lion Dart Bureau used a long stick, and the two of them put together one move at a time, both of which were the most basic slashing and parrying moves, one shouted "Flying Eagle Sword", and the other shouted "Lion Stick Method" , Tearing each other down for a long time, I can see that the people below almost want to sleep, and the two of them see that there is no way to go on like this, their eyes are on the same page, and they both give up defense, but they are both holding the balance when attacking, one intends to draw a hole on the other party's clothes, and the other wants to gently knock on the other party.

"It's so boring. Are they here to act?" Lu Naida yawned a few times and rubbed his eyes, Lu Yuan was a little tired.

Unexpectedly, in the last move, the two of them did not grasp the strength well, and the flying lion smothered on Ying Xiong's head with a stick, and Ying Xiong's sword was a little stronger, and the flying lion cut a cut on his left hand.

"Brother Ying Xiong is really good at kung fu, in the next ......" Feishi wanted to say a few words, but found that Ying Xiong on the other side fainted to the ground after being smothered by himself, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while......

"Ahem, the first game, the flying lion wins, let's go and prepare for the second game in the afternoon. The referee shook his head helplessly, it was the first time he had seen such a strange person.

However, the farce is not over yet......

The next two people who went into battle were the two people of the Tianfu Dart Bureau, and they were unfortunately drawn together. Then, the two spoke two sentences in the ring and started fighting.

At first, there was a good sound, but halfway through, the two slapped each other, and one of them suddenly became angry!

"So hard, you don't want to mess around!"

"I'm sorry, young boy, I didn't have the strength to hold on, you, don't beat me......"

Immediately afterwards, it was the young man who chased his young dart master all over the field, and finally under the referee's stop, the young dart master admitted defeat.

"Poof, hahahaha, if you don't treat this as a martial arts competition, it's really interesting! It's so interesting! I didn't expect to see such a wonderful comedy here! You let them form a group to perform in my Dalu Mountain, Lu Si and I have a lot of rewards! Hahaha......" Lu Naida laughed happily when he saw this, and Lu Yuan had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.

Naturally, there are more people who meet their own young sons, and they don't even fight and admit defeat directly, anyway, the twelve darts game is a big competition, and in the end, these sons have to be golden, everyone knows.

"On the twelfth, the twelfth and twenty-eighth played. "The referee's screams are already a little weak. These referees were originally selected from some of the old darts in the twelve dart game, and it is estimated that they themselves feel disgraced when they are like this. Fortunately, the chief darts of the twelve darts are still discussing some things, and they will not come out to watch the game until the top 16 games, and the scene may be better at that time, otherwise the twelve darts will not be so angry that they vomit blood?

When Lu Yuan saw the number calling himself, he clapped his hands and got into the ring. His opponent was a dart master in the next three Lu Heng dart games.

"Wang Changlin in the lower road Heng Dart Bureau, dare to ask ......"

"Okay, don't dare ask. Who do you know? Lu Yuan waved his sleeves.

"Ah, oh! Childe's internal strength is profound, and he can hurt people in the air, my Wang Changlin's skills are not as good as others!"

"Wait a while, stop!" Lu Yuan really couldn't stand it, and shouted, and Wang Changlin stood on the spot at a loss.

"Everybody in this room are actors, I know. But can you be more professional? Vomit blood when you should vomit blood, turn your heels when you should turn your heels, and roll him on the ground three or two times at the worst, right? So perfunctory, isn't it worthy of this good show that your chief dart head wrote for you? Please, is it good to show some professionalism? I didn't even make a move, and I hurt people in the air! Come, Wang Changlin, come here, take off your clothes, let everyone see how someone hurt you?" Lu Yuan raised his finger and pointed at Wang Changlin and said.

"Ah, Master Lu, why take it seriously?" Wang Changlin smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, you can take my palm, I can not be serious. Lu Yuan plucked out his ears, and Wang Changlin smiled bitterly and stood in the ring again.

"Then please ask Master Lu for advice. ”

"You get ready. Lu Yuan shook his head, seeing that the other party had put on a good posture, he suddenly jumped forward, this one used the mouse fighting style in the twelve styles of "Night Cat Walking", Wang Changlin over there was already ready, and suddenly saw Lu Yuan suddenly approaching, and was startled, and then he only felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out of his mouth, and after falling to the ground, Wang Changlin crawled out of the ring with a rolling belt, and then turned around and arched his hand to Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan's blow used less than thirty percent of his strength, and Wang Changlin was only slightly injured, and most of what he had just sprayed was saliva.

Seeing Wang Changlin walk off the ring, Lu Yuan then Shi Shiran walked off the stage.

"Winner, No. 12, Ping An Dart Bureau Lu Yuan!"

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