If you retreat again, you will be outside the ring, if you lose in this way, I am afraid that Bai Ya will instantly become the laughing stock of all the martial artists in the audience.

He knew that he was careless, and the opponent in front of him was resolute and forbearing, and he didn't need him to pity him at all.

As soon as he thought of this, two sparks suddenly burst out in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a cruel smile appeared on the zombie's face.

Bai Ya swooped forward, landed on his knees, leaned back, and sat on his knees like a swimming fish and slid to Wusu's crotch.

Wu Su leaned over and grabbed it, but he was too tall after all, and he had shed too much blood, so his movements were slow, and he was actually slid by the white cliff.

The big black man was suddenly in a hurry, and if he was escaped by Bai Ya again this time, the other party would not give him another chance. Suddenly, he didn't care about losing his balance, and he raised his foot and kicked backwards, hoping to kick the enemy.

When Bai Ya heard the wind in the back of his head, he instinctively tilted his head, only to see a big black leg with a fierce wind brushing past his ears, blowing his ears painfully.

Bai Ya's eyes narrowed, he reached out and put his hand on the big black leg, and with the brute force of Wusu, he rose from the ground, twisted his waist, his body turned sideways, and flew up and kicked on the ass of the black iron tower.

Wusu had already lost his balance, and finally couldn't stand anymore at this moment, staggering a few steps and falling out of the bluestone slab.

"White Cliff wins!" With the ruling of the martial artist on the sidelines, the gong representing victory sounded, and White Cliff won his first victory.

"Would you like to take a break?" the martial artist on the sidelines looked at White Cliff with appreciation.

Bai Ya nodded and walked slowly down the field. He made up his mind to find a strong man to attack, the martial artist on the edge of the ring had just seen his ferocity, and no one would play in a short time.

After the victory, the end of the game is not a failure, and he still has two more chances to take the stage.

The martial artist on the sidelines automatically got out of the way, and Bai Ya looked at Wusu after he came out. I saw that Yue Ren had already gotten up, his footsteps were sluggish, and he barely stood up and walked towards the outside of the martial arts hall.

Although he had one more chance to go on stage, he was too injured to go back on stage.

Looking at Wusu's lonely back, Bai Ya was secretly vigilant.

Martial arts is not child's play, but there is no room for mercy.

After leaving the No. 7 ring, Bai Ya began to wander around the martial arts arena again, looking for the next target. Although he defeated Wusu just now, there were too many martial arts rings, and there were wonderful scenes from time to time, and most of the martial artists didn't pay attention to him.

As for whether the gang on the gatehouse saw this battle in the seventh ring, it was up to providence. Maybe they noticed, or maybe they didn't.

White Cliff took a turn and quickly found its next target.

This person was a handsome martial artist with a slender body and a face like a crown of jade. His face was indifferent, with one hand on his back, holding a wooden knife, standing on the stage in a fierce robe, looking outstanding and dashing.

Other martial artists are all short-fighting suits, but he is still wearing a long shirt at this time. If there are not two hits, it is pure SB.

However, Bai Ya thought that he should have two hits, although he had not seen him do it, but seeing that no one had gone up to challenge the No. 11 ring where this person was standing for a long time, it was naturally not because he was fascinated by the handsome face as an iceberg.

However, since Xiao Baiyan used a knife, Bai Ya suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether he had seen him do it or not.

His boning knife method has been a small success, although it is not worth mentioning in Wang Peng's eyes, but the knife washing lang also said that the knife method is "fast, accurate, ruthless", he has practiced fast words, accurate, ruthless is only a little bit worse.

Now, after greatly improving his physical fitness in Yunlong Temple, his sword foundation has tended to be complete. At the beginning, even Hui Nan cut a red mark for him, he didn't believe that this little white face's knife skills could be faster and stronger than him.

The martial artist on the sidelines of the No. 11 ring had already wanted to announce the victory of the martial arts on the stage without a fight, but suddenly saw a junior with a blank face on the stage, and his eyes flashed and a smile was revealed.

As a martial artist in the martial arts hall, what he wants to see most is that excellent seedlings emerge in an endless stream.

"Do you need a blade?" the martial artist asked with concern, looking at Bai Ya.

"No, a pair of fleshy palms is enough!" Bai Ya grinned, trying to show a modest smile.

He originally wanted to make a good impression on the martial artist, but unfortunately he underestimated the power of his zombie face. The martial artist looked at his stiff smile, his eyelids twitched, and when he turned around, he muttered something in a low voice.

"It's a pity that it's not better than looks!"

Bai Ya has surpassed ordinary people in his ears and eyes since he saw the heart mirror, but when he heard the content of this sentence, he couldn't help but jump on his forehead. When he looked at the handsome little white face opposite, he suddenly felt that it was unpleasant to look at.

The wooden equipment used in the martial arts test is coated with white ~ powder, and once it is hit, it will leave a mark.

However, as long as it is not the heart, neck, and crotch, which are vital to the body, according to the regulations, there must be three white marks on the body before being judged defeated.

This is to prevent some martial artists who practice hard skills and close short-term combat from suffering, because these martial artists may not be fine if they take one move, but if they are hit by them at close range, they may defeat the enemy with one move.

Besides, the martial artists here are only in the basic stage, and the use of equipment against fists and feet is a bit cheaper, so no one opposes this rule.

Although Bai Ya practiced the boning knife technique, he would not risk revealing his identity for a martial arts test. What's more, as long as the opponent's knife technique is not much faster than the boning knife technique, and it is strong enough for Wang Peng, he can see it and dodge it.

"Cloud Dragon White Cliff!"

"Yiling Cheng is not straight!"

Yiling? Baiya raised his eyebrows, Yiling belongs to Jingzhou, and now it is the realm of Chu. However, Yiling is very close to Badong County in Baguo, and it makes sense for this little white face to come to Shu to take the test.

Cheng Buzhi, who was secretly called a little white face by Bai Ya, was a little annoyed when he saw Bai Ya's strange eyes. He came to Chengdu to take the exam this time, and he saw a lot of such eyes.

What's wrong with Yiling, the Xianwu Sect doesn't care about the borders, is it possible that except for the people of your Shu Kingdom, no one else can be admitted to Qingcheng?!

"Look at the knife!" Thinking so, Cheng Buzhi's face turned a little colder, and with a mention of the wooden knife in his hand, he slashed towards the white cliff with a sliding step.

As soon as he made a move, Bai Ya was relieved, knowing that this person's knife technique was half a step slower than the boning knife technique.

In fact, this is also because he underestimated the boning knife method, and in that area of Saibei, the knife technique is known for being fast, accurate, and ruthless. Although there are not as many moves and variations as the sword techniques in other places in Shenzhou, the sword warriors in other places never dare to underestimate the Saibei swordsman.

Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken!

Baiya's fast knife is even recognized by the knife washer, and naturally it is not comparable to Cheng Buzhi.

Bai Ya's eyes flashed, and he was about to get out of the way with one sideways, but what he didn't expect was that Cheng Buzhi's wooden knife shook halfway, and it suddenly changed the direction of the chop, and it was still slashing towards his neck.

"Oh?" Bai Ya's eyes skyrocketed, knowing that he underestimated his opponent.

Cheng Buzhi's knife is indeed not fast enough, but it is heartfelt, and it seems to be better than his boning knife technique in terms of change and accuracy.

Bai Ya made a mistake and retreated again, but this one made it seem like a flood broke the embankment, and the wooden knife turned into an afterimage as a hood, which finally made him change color.

......

At this time, the vast majority of the five or six hundred martial artists on the martial arts arena had already fought one. And above the gatehouse behind the martial arts arena, a group of martial artists also began to discuss in a whisper.

Because of the environment, the martial artists on the martial arts arena basically don't pay attention to the battle situation in the ring a little farther away, but these martial artists are different, they stand tall, see far, and sweep their eyes, and they can basically see all the rings in their eyes.

These martial artists are not strong in terms of martial arts, and the strongest may be similar to Wang Peng, the knife washer, and Zhang Mei, the ugly fairy girl, but they have been teaching martial artists for many years, and their knowledge and eyesight are better than those two young artistic conception powerhouses.

Most of the martial artists who fight in the ring, they only need to glance at them twice to roughly see the martial arts foundation of the opponent.

In this current situation, except for the martial artists who have not yet come to the stage, the basic skills of most people in the martial arts arena have almost been figured out by them. However, when they find out, they can't remember the characteristics of so many people, and can only remember some of the best of them.

"Senior Brother Feng, can there be an apprentice who is eye-catching?"

An old man sitting in the center of a group of martial artists smiled and looked at a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face beside him.

The old man's hair was white, his face was full of red light, and he was in good spirits, but the green tendons on the thick palms of his bones were exposed, and he could faintly see the age spots, and he was obviously very old.

He is the old owner of the Zhenwu Dojo of this generation, Converse, as the peripheral industry of Qingcheng, the owner of the Zhenwu Dojo is not hereditary, and the reign is as short as three or four years, and as long as more than ten years.

Generally, when the owner of the museum gets old, or if the management is not good, he will be replaced.

Converse has been in this position for twelve years, especially in the last few years, and he has felt that his physical function is declining at an accelerated pace, and he is about to retire for a long time.

The middle-aged martial artist who was questioned by Converse was called Feng Yang, and he was one of the several martial arts candidates in the martial arts hall who competed for the next hall master.

"Senior Brother Hui, the quality of this year's martial arts is very high, if you talk about the more outstanding ones...... No. 3, No. 7, No. 13, No. 22...... These winners are all good!" Feng Yang thought for a moment and replied.

The surrounding martial artists nodded secretly when they heard this, these rings had already been compared many times, but everyone obviously understood who Feng Yang was talking about. As a martial artist of the Zhenwu Dojo, martial arts to the qi realm are basically enough, but eyesight is more important.

Converse smiled and stroked the white beard under his chin, he didn't ask casually, this was also a test for Feng Yang.

"Senior Brother Feng only looks at the winner, but he is unfair to the loser. The winner can win now, and the loser may not be able to catch up. ”

At this moment, a deep and strong male voice came from the other side of the old hall owner, Converse, "In a shallow opinion, the big black man on No. 7 who regretted defeat is also good." With a little training, I will definitely be able to join my Immortal Sect in the future!"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a middle-aged martial artist with a black face and a thick neck, and they suddenly understood in their hearts.

This person's name is Wang Qing, and he is also a strong candidate in the martial arts hall to compete for the next hall owner, and he is also Converse's son-in-law.