Half fairy

Chapter 585
Yu Qing watched the strong man return to his seat, and suddenly looked at Baili Xin who was beside him, and asked, "What's this man's name?"

This question is actually asked by many people now.

In fact, both sides had called their names on the front stage, but no one deliberately remembered it, and the sudden change of the fight made people forget what they were called.

As expected, Bailixin still had good eyesight. Even if he forgot, he saw the name on the dart just now and replied, "Xiang Zhen."

Unexpectedly, Wu Tian on the stage also said loudly: "This round, Xiang Zhen won, please come to the stage with licenses for the second round of competition, and verify your integrity."

"Xiang Zhen?" Yu Qing looked at the strong man and muttered, he remembered this person and his name.

I don’t know how many audiences were like him, and they basically remembered this person and this name. Sure enough, strength is something that people can’t underestimate and leave a deep impression on. Before, they couldn’t even remember the name they just yelled, but now They are all actively inquiring.

The two figures flew down to the stage again, handed over the wooden token, verified their integrity, and then flew down into the competition field under the signal of Wu Tian, ​​who presided over the competition.

With the sudden stop of the dense drumming, after a short confrontation between the two contestants, they both launched an attack, and you came and fought with each other.

It can be said that the competition is not fierce, but the gems are in front, and looking at it now, the gap in appreciation seems to be a bit big, and everyone is not very interested in watching it.

After a while, the two sides decided the winner, but this time there was no life or death. The loser fell to the ground with the sword pressed against his chest and surrendered.

Immediately after the third scene, Baili Xinfei went to the stage and went to the host stage to verify his integrity.

Nanzhu's eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation, while Yu Qing and Mu Aotie met each other's eyes. They had the same thoughts, and they wished that Bailixin would be killed in the competition field, so that they would not have to be embarrassed by Nanzhu , also at ease.

However, the situation on the host stage seemed a little abnormal, it seemed that the previous normal procedure was not followed, Bai Lixin was muttering to Wu Tian about something, the angle they stood at was wrong, and Yu Qing's lip-reading skills were not useful.

"what happened?"

Someone in the audience asked a question curiously.

Nanzhu, who was concerned but confused, also stood up, looking forward to and worried.

Yu Qing and Mu Aotie were also surprised, not knowing what happened.

After a while, I saw Wu Tian on the stage leading Baili Xin to Sun Lianxing who was in charge of supervision, and they talked about something.

This time, Yu Qing read some information, frowned, and muttered, "Admit defeat?"

Nan Zhu and Mu Ao Tie all turned their heads to look at him.

Soon, the negotiations on the stage seemed to have a result, Wu Tian took Bai Lixin to the front of the stage, and called another contestant to come over, and the two contestants stood on either side of him, one on the left and one on the right.

After facing the crowd, Wu Tian announced loudly, "In the third round, Bailixin voluntarily surrendered due to physical discomfort, and Chen Gaosheng advanced."

Baili Xin bowed her hands to everyone, expressing her apology.

On the contrary, Chen Gaosheng looked a bit dumbfounded, as if he was a bit invincible.

There was a slight uproar at the scene, and there was a murmur of whispers. In the first three competitions, there have been two accidents.

The three brothers Yu Qing were naturally speechless.

In the stands, Xiao Changdao, who was sitting at the feet of Guijian Mountain Villa and others, snorted, "It's just an excuse to say that you are not feeling well."

Wu Ronggui on the side smiled lightly and said, "It's normal for disciples of Long Guangzong to not be good at close combat."

The woman who was separated by a step above, the mother of Chan Shaoting, Yong Zexue, glanced down at the two discussing, and asked the son beside him, "Have the disciples of Long Guangzong come to participate in the competition?"

The following Xiao and Wu both turned their heads, Chan Shaoting said yes, and briefly introduced the situation.

On the other end, Baili Xin also returned to the seat, Nan Zhu immediately asked concerned: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Baili Xin glanced at him and ignored him.

Yu Qing also felt that Lao Qi's words were a bit superfluous, and there would be some physical discomfort if he was doing well, but he still asked curiously: "Why give up so easily?"

Baili said calmly, "I'm not here to compete, there's no need to take this risk."

Yu Qing nodded slightly, and immediately said to the two senior brothers: "Listen, this is the wise choice, you should learn from it."

Nan and Mu were silent.

After that, the competitions went on one after another, and the strength was basically good, but there was nothing to watch.

Even so, after the noon meal time, there were still few people leaving the venue. The competition would not stop because of the meal time. They were all monks, so they didn't pay attention to that, although the meal was prepared as usual in the cafeteria.

If you don't leave, you are still afraid of missing out. Who knows if there will be another "Xiang Zhen" in the next show.

The pace of competitions one after another was not slow. In the middle of the afternoon, the match that the three brothers Yu Qing cared about finally came. The thirteenth match was also the number plate drawn by Mu Aotie.

"For the thirteenth round, please contestants Wu Ji and Dou Guan come to the stage to verify their authenticity."

Wu Tian on the stage sent off the previous round of contestants, and then shouted loudly in front of the crowd.

Mu Aotie stood up resolutely.

Yu Qingdun was a little nervous, more nervous than himself when he was on the stage, and urgently said, "Old Jiu, if you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, don't force yourself, we don't want to win or lose for a while."

Among the monks, he is actually quite young. He could only say that he knew some truths before, but he didn't understand them. He has come all the way to the present, and after experiencing some things, he gradually empathizes with some truths.

For example, now, it was very difficult for him to say this kind of heartfelt words of "do not fight for the moment".

Of course, talking about it is another matter, and it may not be possible to do it later.

Mu Aotie didn't give any response, and flew to the hosting stage.

Nan Zhu pursed his lips, obviously becoming a little nervous.

Soon, the drums sounded, and both sides flew from the stage to the competition venue.

As soon as the beating of the drum stopped, Wu Ji's figure flashed, like a flying bird, he swung his sword and slashed.

Mu Aotie, on the other hand, looked calm and arrogant. When the opponent's sword was approaching, he drew his sword with a swipe, and calmly blocked the blow. The speed of his shots was obviously faster, and Wu Ji immediately took advantage of the momentum to attack.

The figures, swords, and lights intertwined in an instant, and the fleeting images kept flashing.

At first glance, Wu Ji shot extremely fast, but Mu Aotie's reaction was a bit late and simple, as if he was besieged by Wu Ji, but that is an outsider's point of view, only an insider can see the way, and then he can see that Mu Aotie is called calm response.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mu Aotie is calm and unhurried, but Yu Qing frowned, thinking that Mu Aotie is a little underestimating the enemy, and he dared to underestimate the opponent like this without even knowing the strength of the opponent, and waited until the opponent's sword was approaching. The sword is really unwise.

Even Nan Zhu couldn't help muttering, "Lao Jiu, the habit of pretending to be cool is really deep in his bones. The more people who watch him, the more he likes to put on airs."

However, it's useless to worry about it. It's not them who are competing on the court.

But Wu Ji, who attacked alone but seemed to be besieged, was somewhat annoyed because of Mu Aotie's contempt.

Before he took the stage, he was told by Ke Ran that he was only allowed to lose but not to win, because he also used a fake identity, and winning or losing meant nothing to him. The ending was doomed from the beginning.

But I didn't expect Mu Aotie to take him so seriously under the watchful eyes of everyone, who can not have a bit of competitive heart in his bones?

In addition, Mu Aotie's strength is not as weak as he imagined, and the image of Yu Qing visiting the door flashed in his mind. He was a little surprised, so he gradually stopped keeping it, and the speed of his shots became faster and faster.

However, Mu Aotie still only defends but does not attack, and still responds calmly.

Seeing this scene, Yu Qing had a toothache, agreed with Nan Zhu's statement, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Old Nine, will you die if you don't pretend?"

Nan Zhu smiled wryly, he actually understood Lao Jiu to some extent, and Lao Jiu also wanted to stand upright on the competition field for others to see.

Of course, the two gradually felt relieved, because they saw that Mu Aotie could indeed deal with Wu Ji calmly.

The two were worried at first because they didn't know the depth of Wu Ji's strength.

In fact, Mu Aotie wasn't just putting on airs to pretend to be cool, he could tell from the speed of Wu Ji's shots from the very beginning.

He fought Yu Qing's "Fengchen Sword Art" for almost a year in Xiaoyunjian's fairy peach garden, and they basically fought at night when the sight was not good. Yu Qing really beat them up, but he wouldn't give What kindness.

After that year, he didn't know how much progress he had made, and he never had a comparison.

He only knew that Old Fifteen's sword was very fast, very fast, and the sword shadow forced by one breath could make people flustered. If he was not used to that oppressive feeling, he would feel a sense of suffocation.

He is such an arrogant person, he was beaten by Yu Qing for a year in that environment, I don't know how much progress he has made, because the old fifteen's sword is getting faster and faster, in short, he has been able to suppress him, and has been beaten his room.

In his opinion, the speed of Wu Ji's sword is far inferior to that of the old fifteen. After fighting for a few moves, he is more confident in dealing with it calmly, so he only defends and does not attack.

Of course, he did have the intention of pretending. In this kind of contest that decides the outcome, he only defends but does not attack. It is strange that he has no idea.

The behavior of only defending but not attacking seems low-key, but in this case it is actually a high-profile.

He has kept a low profile all his life, and has never been high profile, because he has never been qualified to be high profile. At this moment, his heart is gushing with emotion.

How can someone who has never been high-profile be qualified to keep a low profile?

He really couldn't hold back for a while.

Gradually, Wu Ji had forgotten Ke Ran's explanation, and tried his best. At first, the more he beat him, the more angry he felt that the other party was humiliating him, and then the more he beat him, the more frightened he became, and he realized that the disciple of Long Guangzong in front of him was actually a master , people have been passively resisting, and they haven't shot him yet.

He didn't know how powerful the opponent would be once he made a move.

Xiang Zhen, the winner of the first match in the stands, gradually focused on Mu Aotie.

Ke Ran turned his head slowly, looked at Yu Qing, his face was speechless, he didn't know what this guy meant when he came to say hello, did he deliberately show weakness?
On the host stage, Wu Tian looked a little surprised.

The same is true for Chan Shaoting in the stands. His mother Yong Zexue said slowly: "The Chaoyang Conference is indeed a place where rookies come out in large numbers. This person is a bit secretive. Does Chan'er know what kind of disciple this is?"

Chan Shaoting said slowly: "He is also a disciple of Long Guangzong, and he is one of those four people."

Yong Zexue was surprised, "Long Guangzong is not good at melee combat. I didn't expect to train such a disciple. No wonder he dared to come to the Chaoyang Conference. In this way, the woman in front may be really unwell."

Xiao Changdao and Wu Ronggui who were on the steps below looked at each other, their expressions were a little unsightly.

　The fleeting time is unfavorable, and I cut off my fingers while cooking and chopping vegetables.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)