"Zhao Yuanrang's Eight Divine Arrow Styles are really ingenious, he actually uses his legs as arrows, and his lethality is amazing!"

"It's a pity that Zhong Xuan has fought nine times in a row, but he fell short when he got to the last one. In fact, as long as he persists for a while, the opponent will not be able to do it, but he will give up on himself. Now he is afraid that his intestines are all repentant. ”

"This is not a good start, ten groups in the morning, only two passed, it seems that the general strength of this year is not bad!"

......

Meng Bai came out of the martial arts hall, and along the way, there was a discussion about the morning martial arts competition. Even those who didn't listen to it also learned a lot of content.

At noon, Jiang Yan said, "In the first battle this morning, our No. 1 middle school was miserable, the whole army was wiped out, and none of them won ten consecutive victories and passed the test. ”

"I've also heard that the standard of students in other schools is very high this year?" Meng Bai asked.

"That's not it, there should be some schools secretly allied. In the morning, there were at least four people in our No. 1 Middle School who had the hope of succeeding, but they were all exhausted by the opponent's hard work regardless of the loss, and finally had no choice but to lose. Jiang Yan shook her head and explained, "You have to be careful in the afternoon battle. If you can win quickly, you will win quickly, don't keep it, and if you can't, you will delay time with a fight and recover more. It doesn't matter if the game is good or not, it's all about winning!"

"Rest assured, there will be no problem. I spent 5,000 yuan this morning, but it wasn't wasted!" Meng Bai nodded, full of confidence.

......

In the square, ten makeshift rings are arranged in a circle. The distance between the rings is very tight, with a spacing of only 30 centimeters, which can only accommodate a single person, and it is not too fat. And above the ring, you can cross it with one step. In the morning game, two unlucky guys did not estimate well when they retreated, and pushed them to other rings, and they lost directly.

As the main arena of the Xuanzi Division, in addition to the students, there are many leaders and parents who come to watch the game, and there are too many people, so as to accommodate the audience to the greatest extent.

Meng Bai and other players were all arranged to enter the ring area in advance. Otherwise, there will be no subtlety and light skills, and there will definitely be no way in, and there will be too many people.

When you get here, the opponents of each group are clear at a glance, because everyone is gathered next to their respective rings.

Meng Bai found Zhong Yang and Meng Ke at the first time, and at that moment, he didn't have to think about it to know that there must be a cat among them. And these two people did not shy away from it, Meng Ke showed a cruel smile at Meng Bai, and Zhong Yang walked directly to his side and said sadly, "Xiaobai, I will let you enjoy the fun of the game later." ”

Meng Bai didn't care at all, because the gap between them was too big. At this moment, Meng Bai focused his attention on the students of other schools, judging their strength by their aura, body shape, and state.

At two o'clock sharp, the game began.

Because it is a qualifying round, the way of playing is very simple, and there are no strict rules for matchups.

In each group, one of them will take the stage to defend, and the others will take the stage in turn according to the principle of voluntariness, and winning ten consecutive games is passed. If you lose in the middle of the way, the winner will defend it. But if you lose once, you won't be eligible to defend the tournament, and when everyone fails, or someone manages to win 10 in a row, the game is over.

Those who come to power and defend the throne also adopt the principle of voluntariness. If no one really wants to be the first to go on stage, they will be ranked according to the serial number on the qualification.

As soon as the bell rang, three or four figures rushed into the ring, but more of the ring was empty, blaming each other. Obviously, the later you play, the easier it is to maintain your strength and the more you take advantage.

The same is true of the No. 3 ring where Meng Bai is located, and no one is on stage for the first time.

"The three of the first, you are the home field, don't you defend your own position?" Gao Qianjun of the seventh middle school spoke first.

"Classmate Gao, your reputation for the Yellow Sand Knife is not small, why don't you be the first to go up?" Zhong Yang immediately replied.

Seeing that everyone else was about to join in, it turned into a scolding battle, but Meng Bai, who didn't think of this limelight, raised his voice, "Okay, since none of you want to, then I'll be the first!"

Meng Bai's situation is naturally unknown to people from other schools. As soon as these words came out, the faces of several people who looked at him changed and were very solemn. But Zhong Yang and Meng Ke were shocked, they never thought that Meng Bai, a waste, would dare to be the first to come to the stage to defend it.

Seeing that Meng Bai was not in a hurry and walked up the stairs, Zhong Yang wanted to rush forward at that time, he had been waiting for this day for a long time. However, at this time, Munch grabbed him and whispered, "Don't worry, take a look!"

"In case ,......" Zhong Yang was a little anxious and tried to break free.

"Think about Meng Bai's flash yesterday, he took Qingjiao blood, and he still has a certain level!" Munch was tall and strong, looking like a stupid big man, but in fact he was as careful as a hair.

On this, Zhong Yang can be regarded as having a monkey face.

"Our people have gone up, which of you dares to go up and challenge?" At this time, Meng Ke took the initiative to provoke Gao Qianjun and others.

There were four people in Gao Qianjun's small group, and one by one, a slightly thin boy jumped into the ring and got into the ring. The arms are stretched, like wild geese, very neat.

In the ring, Han Qing, the referee in charge of safety, saw this and said directly, "Sign up for both sides!"

"One middle school, Meng Bai!"

"Seven Chu Feng!"

"Alright, it's game on!"

This Chu Feng didn't have any intention of humility at all, as soon as the ghost hand Han Qing's voice fell, he burst into action, the speed was extremely fast, and the distance of two meters flashed by.

"Click-"

With a sound, Chu Feng's right hand suddenly had a ruler-long and short knife, which pierced Meng Bai's chest.

The blade is straight, the tip of the knife is slightly curved, similar to the feather of the wild goose, and there is a line of blood groove in the center of the blade, which adds to the lethality, and it is a mutant goose feather knife.

This knife was named a goose-shaped knife by Chu Feng, which is not a good knife, but the shape is specially created by him according to his body shape and exercises, and it is the most suitable for his one-word goose-shaped knife. In particular, the scabbard of this knife is a trap box, hidden in the sleeve of his arm, which is extremely secretive, which increases the suddenness of his knife and makes the actual threat stronger. There were many people whose strength was above Chu Feng, but they were all shaken by his hand and were defeated.

At this time, Chu Feng also wanted to take advantage of Meng Bai's unfamiliarity with him and quickly seize the advantage. It's best to be able to win Meng Bai, but if you can't, you have to make him nervous and consume more physical strength.

Indeed, Chu Feng was a swordsman, and Meng Bai didn't expect it. However, the knife in the trap box of his arm was unexpected, but he saw it clearly. There is no way, although the divine will of the wind has not been perfected, but the sensing power is already very amazing.

The opponent he met was a ruthless man, and Meng Bai naturally would not be polite, his body shook at that time, and he swung his willow body in the wind to get out of the way.

At the same time, the right hand made the iron pipa hand, the strong wind howled, grabbed Chu Feng's wrist, and wanted to snatch his blade. His left hand was silently pushed out, and he hit his lower abdomen with a heavy hand of the big smashing hand.

Seeing this scene, Han Qing, the referee in charge, did not dare to slack off, and his eyes stared at it for a moment. Because it's entirely possible to live and die with one move. On the field, injuries are normal, but deaths are very rare. As a referee, if there is a death in the game he is responsible for, he is also jointly and severally liable.

Chu Feng's body technique is flexible, and he changes his moves quickly, stabbing the air with a knife, and directly turning over and slashing diagonally, without any hesitation. And his hand just avoided Meng Bai's killing move.

The word goose-shaped knife, as the name suggests, is to draw a word, like the wings of a wild goose, urgent and fast. In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng slashed five times around Meng Bai's body.

When he slashed the sixth knife, as soon as he got up, he felt a sinking in his hand, and the goose-shaped knife flew out of his hand directly, slashing towards himself along the inertia. The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to dodge at all, and in a panic, he was directly stupid there.

"When—"

At this moment, a clear sound sounded, and the goose-shaped knife that was about to slash his stomach flew diagonally and fell off the stage. It was accompanied by a black chess piece. Obviously, it was the referee's ghost hand Han Qing who made a move.

"Thank you referee!" Chu Feng bowed deeply and thanked the referee, then quickly picked up his knife and jumped out of the ring.

He didn't talk to Meng Bai because he didn't have the face to speak, and he didn't even know how he was defeated.