The eight candidates in the audience had long been tired of Zhang Liuqi's style, and looked at the elder seat in unison, as if asking: "Is this okay?"

Elder Tang waved his head and motioned for them to come up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Elder Tang is the head of the ten elders, and his prestige among the disciples is extremely high, with his acquiescence, the eight people were greatly encouraged, and turned their heads to see the invincible guy in the ring, and with a kick of his feet, eight figures jumped into the ring at the same time.

Zhang Liuqi was surrounded by eight people in the middle, and he was also a little weak-hearted, and his feet were slightly frustrated.

Elder Tang's disciple Qi Youcai was quick-witted, grasped the fighter plane, and shouted "Go!" to stab at the target first.

The rest of the people were even more lazy and launched one after another.

Like a swarm of ants dragging a dying fly, Zhang Liuqi was suppressed in the middle, wanting to break out of the encirclement and take a breath, but he couldn't.

Although the eight were young, they were not completely informed, and as soon as they came, they used hand-to-hand combat, so that their opponents had no time to unleash sword sounds and sword qi.

After thirty moves, Zhang Liuqi gradually felt overwhelmed.

Nine people had nine kinds of shouts, but Zhang Liuqi was full of grief and indignation.

Thousands of disciples in the audience held their breath and stared, looking forward to the moment when Zhang Liuqi was defeated.

However, after more than a dozen moves, although Zhang Liuqi was still on the defensive, the situation did not deteriorate.

He settled down a little in his heart, and secretly thought: Although the strength of the eight of them together is stronger than mine, but their personal cultivation and vision are far inferior to mine, after a long time, as long as any of them are slightly negligent, they will be defeated by me if they are caught by the opportunity!

His confidence increased, and his hands became more calm, and in the blink of an eye, he turned back slightly.

Elder Tang frowned when he saw it, and suddenly heard a sneer sound beside him, and said, "Elder Tang asked the eight of them to besiege one of the six odds, if they win, will the position of the head of the sect be taken by the eight people together?"

Elder Tang was taken aback, and when he looked back, it was Thursday. He knew that he was at a loss, but he refused to lose, and said with the same sneer: "Even if eight people are in charge at the same time, it is better than one person surnamed Zhang!"

Thursday glanced at the ring and said proudly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to let you get your wish." ”

Elder Tang turned around, but found that between these two answers, the battle situation had changed again: the encirclement of eight people had expanded by a sword distance, and Zhang Liuqi could not only jump up and down, but occasionally even attack a sword qi, it seemed that it would not be long before the situation might be completely reversed;

"......" Elder Tang closed his mouth tightly, his face was extremely ugly, and it seemed that only swallowing Zhang Liuqi alive could relieve the hatred in his heart.

"If Elder Tang doesn't retire this junior disciple, I'm afraid the consequences will be unimaginable!" What Zhou Fang meant was that in the ring, besides, there were many people besieging one, and if Zhang Liuqi killed one or two people by mistake, it would be completely expected, who would bear the responsibility?

Elder Tang didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, and shouted: "Qi Youcai, you all retreat!"

"Yes, Master!" Qi Youcai received the order and shouted, "Senior brothers, retreat!"

"How can it be so easy?" Zhang Liuqi thought that he had won the victory, and refused to let go easily, and said with a smile: "Divide the victory and defeat before leaving, do you still want to be a deserter if you fight one of the eight?"

Although the eight people hated Zhang Liuqi for being rampant, they were ultimately in the same family, and they thought that he would not hurt people behind his back, so he withdrew his sword and turned around as soon as he got the order. But just as they were about to jump out of the ring, suddenly the sword aura was so strong that they had to turn back to resist.

Giving them the initiative can't win, let alone being forced to defend? In an instant, all eight of them felt the weight of the pressure and their bodies were scattered.

Just when they were about to follow in the footsteps of Chen Shuwen and fall out of the ring, they suddenly felt a light weight on their bodies and their heavy burden was relieved. When he looked closely, there was an extra person in front of him, and it was Elder Tang.

"What's the matter, Uncle Shi, do you still want to teach in person?" Zhang Liuqi's sword tip was no more than seven inches away from Elder Tang's throat, and the sword intent was pouring out continuously, fluctuating Elder Tang's white hair.

"No, someone will teach you a lesson. As he said this, he turned around, ignoring the sharp weapon in the other party's hand, and jumped out of the ring with a group of disciples.

Zhang Liuqi laughed and said, "Someone wants to teach me a lesson?" Are you talking about him? Ah? haha......" He pointed at Guan Qianjian with his sword--"Boy, they have all admitted defeat, and now you are the only one left, so you can come up and play for a while." ”

Thousands of pairs of eyes were cast towards a single point, gathering on Guan Qianjian's face.

In the hearts of everyone, it is no longer a question of who will inherit the head of the family, but who will teach this fanatic who has no one in sight a lesson, so that the people can be very happy.

However, can this eighteen- or nineteen-year-old young man be able to defeat those outstanding ones in the Liuru Sect? Even if he is really the descendant of the dragon in the sky, after all, he is still young, how can he defeat Zhang Liuqi, whose martial arts have reached the top level?

It was true that nothing could be seen from Guan Qianjian's face, because he was expressionless.

There was nothing to be seen in his demeanor, for he was moving very slowly when he stood up.

He didn't even have a sword in his hand.

"Zheng!" a young disciple drew his sword, "Please!"

Guan Qianjian smiled and nodded, took it in his hand, and walked to the ring, step by step, not in a hurry.

Maybe the next moment you can see the depth of him, as long as you look at his body from the way he jumps up, you can roughly estimate the depth of his skills.

But instead of doing so, he went around the corner of the ring, walked to the side of the stairs, and climbed the stairs.

"Woo ......" a sigh erupted from the crowd.

Thursday's eyes glowed with white light, chasing his silhouette, and muttering in his heart: "This kid really dares to go up to the competition? Is he sure that he can beat Liuqi? Hehe......" The corners of his mouth showed the same uncontrollable smile, full of self-satisfaction, as if a treacherous plot was about to succeed.

The moment his feet stepped into the ring, Guan Qianjian felt that it was more like a guillotine.

Because, in this battle, he does not seek victory, only death!

Because, if you don't fight, you will be in prison, and life is worse than death; if you fight, you will expose your identity and you will die!

The two were ten steps apart, Zhang Liuqi's momentum was like a rainbow, and he was determined to win, but Guan Qianjian was in a trance and depressed.

No matter how brave and fearless a person is, when he realizes that it is the last time he looks at the world he is in, there must be indescribable nostalgia in his eyes, and there must be endless attachment in his heart. What's more, Guan Qianjian is in the prime of life, and life is like the red sun?

With a sad expression, his gloomy eyes swept over the stage. Thousands of persistent and ardent lives, a vigorous scene, come into view, just in line with his state of mind.

"Cheer up, get him down!" I don't know who shouted.

"Yes, cripple him! Look at him still arrogant......" echoed in an instant.

"Don't be afraid, we believe you ......"

Zhang Liuqi was furious, a pair of vicious little eyes swept to the audience, and his heart was ruthless: "I see who eats inside and outside like this, and when I become the leader, you will suffer!"

But there are countless openings to cheer up the enemy, and it is dizzying.

As soon as he turned his head and saw Guan Qianjian in front of him, he immediately pressed all his anger on him alone, and secretly vowed: I must kill him today! Anyway, he doesn't know where the secret book of the sword is, and it is useless to stay in the world; even if the things are hidden by him, as long as they are still in this world, they can't escape the tens of thousands of people in Liurumen!

"Little thief, last time I only used five successful forces, and you couldn't afford to be seriously injured in one move, but today, do you think you can take a few more moves under me?" Zhang Liuqi looked at him and smiled.

Guan Qianjian only snorted lightly, - I'm embarrassed to say, last time you sneaked up on me, but I didn't expect the praying mantis to catch the cicada and the yellow finch behind, and finally ended up being plotted by a lady, it's really stupid!

But he knew that he was already a dying man, so he disdained to fight for these tongues, lowered his head and smiled, looking at the three-foot autumn water in his hand. (To be continued.) )