Yu Qing watched the strong man return to his seat, suddenly looked at Baili Xin aside and asked, "What is this man's name?"
This question is actually what many people want to ask now.
In fact, the names of both parties were called out when they appeared on the stage, but no one deliberately remembered it. In addition, the sudden changes in the fight made people forget what they were called.
As expected, Bailixin still has 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 wins. In the second round, please bring both parties to the stage with their cards to prove their identity."
"Xiang Zhen?" Yu Qing looked at the strong man and muttered, finally remembering this person and his name.
I don’t know how many viewers were in the same category, and they basically remembered this person and his name. As expected, strength is something that people dare not underestimate, and it’s something that left a deep impression. Before, I couldn’t even remember the name that I just called. Now, now
They are all taking the initiative to inquire.
The two figures flew down to the stage again, handed over the wooden sign, verified their identity, and then flew down to the competition venue under the signal of Wu Tian, who was presiding over the competition.
As the intensive drumming stopped abruptly, after a brief confrontation between the two sides, they both launched attacks, and started fighting back and forth.
The competition was fierce, but Zhuyu was ahead. Looking back now, the gap in appreciation seems to be a bit big, making everyone less interested.
After a while, the two sides decided the winner, but this time there was no chance of life or death. The loser fell to the ground with a sword pressed against his chest and then surrendered.
Then came the third scene. Bailixin flew onto the stage and went to the host's stage to verify her identity.
Nanzhu's face was full of eagerness and expectation, while Yu Qing and Mu Aotie glanced at each other. They both had the same idea, wishing that Bailixin would be beaten to death in the competition field, so that they would not have to be embarrassed because of Nanzhu.
, and feel at ease.
However, the situation on the hosting stage seemed a little abnormal. It seemed that the normal procedures were not followed. Baili Xin was muttering to Wu Tian about something. The angle between the two of them was different, and Yu Qing's lip-reading skills were not put to use.
"What's wrong?"
Someone in the audience asked out of curiosity.
Nanzhu, who was confused by concern, also stood up, looking forward to it and looking very worried.
Yu Qing and Mu Aotie were also surprised and didn't know what was going on.
After a while, I saw Wu Tian on the stage leading Baili Xin to Sun Lianxing, who was in charge of supervision. I don’t know what they talked about.
This time, Yu Qing read some information, frowned, and muttered, "Admit defeat?"
Nanzhu and Mu Aotie both turned back to look at him.
Soon, the negotiation on the stage seemed to have a result. Wu Tian walked to the front of the stage with Baili Xin and called another contestant over. The two contestants stood on either side of him, one on the left and one on the right.
After facing everyone, Wu Tian announced loudly, "In the third round, Bailixin voluntarily surrendered due to physical discomfort, and Chen Gaosheng advanced."
Baili Xin bowed his hands to everyone and expressed his apology.
On the contrary, Chen Gaosheng looked a little bit dumbfounded, and he seemed a little bit unprepared for victory.
There was a slight uproar at the scene, and there was a burst of whispers. There had already been two accidents in the three games that had just begun.
The three brothers, Yu Qing, were naturally stunned and speechless.
In the stands, Xiao Changdao, who was sitting at the feet of Guijian Villa and others, snorted, "It's just an excuse to say you're not feeling well."
Wu Ronggui on the side chuckled and said: "It's normal for Longguang Sect disciples not to be good at close combat."
The woman one step above, Yong Zexue, the mother of Chan Shaoting, glanced down at the two people talking and asked her son beside her, "Have the disciples of Longguang Sect also come to participate in the competition?"
Xiao and Wu below both turned around, and Chan Shaoting said yes and briefly introduced the situation.
On the other side, Bailixin also returned to his seat. Nanzhu immediately asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Bailixin glanced at him and ignored him.
Yu Qing also felt that Lao Qi's words were a bit redundant. How could he feel unwell? However, he still asked out of curiosity: "Why do you admit defeat so easily?"
Baili Xin 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 a wise choice. You should learn from it."
Nan and Mu remained silent.
After that, the competition continued one after another, and the strength was basically good, but nothing interesting.
Despite this, after the noon meal, there were still few people leaving the venue. The competition would not stop for the meal. They were all monks and did not pay attention to that, even though the meals were prepared as usual in the dining hall.
If you don't leave, you are still afraid of missing out. Who knows if another "Xiang Zhen" will appear in the next show.
The game after game was actually not slow. In the middle of the afternoon, the game that the three Yu Qing brothers were concerned about finally came. The thirteenth game was also the number drawn by Mu Aotie.
"In the thirteenth round, the contestants Wu Ji and Dou Guan are invited to take the stage to verify their identity."
Wu Tian on the stage saw off the last round of contestants and shouted in front of everyone.
Mu Aotie stood up resolutely.
Yu Qingdun was a little nervous, even more nervous than he was when he came on stage. He gave an urgent warning, "Lao Jiu, if it works, then it will work. If it doesn't work, don't take it hard. We won't fight for victory or defeat."
Among monks, he is actually quite young. In the past, he could only say that he knew some truths, but could not even say that he understood them. But now, after experiencing some things, he gradually began to empathize with some of the truths.
For example, now, it was difficult for him to say such heartfelt words like "win or lose is not a matter of time".
Of course, saying it is another matter, and whether you can do it later may not be the same.
Mu Aotie didn't give any response and flew to the host stage.
Nanzhu tensed her lips and was obviously a little nervous.
Soon, the drums started beating, and the two combatants flew off the stage and landed in the competition venue.
As soon as the drum beat stopped, Wu Ji immediately flashed forward, like a flying giant, and swung his sword to kill.
Mu Aotie looked calm and arrogant. When the opponent's sword was approaching, he drew his sword with a swish and calmly blocked the blow. His attack speed was obviously faster. Wu Ji immediately took advantage of the situation and attacked continuously.
The human silhouettes and sword lights intertwined for an instant, and the fleeting images kept flashing.
At first glance, Wu Ji's attack speed was extremely fast, while Mu Aotie's reaction was a bit slow and simple, as if he was being attacked by Wu Ji. But that is an outsider's view. Only an expert can see the way and understand what Mu Aotie calls calmness.
response.
In the eyes of outsiders, Mu Aotie was calm and unhurried, but Yu Qing frowned, thinking that Mu Aotie was underestimating the enemy. He didn't even know the strength of the opponent, so he dared to underestimate the opponent like this and waited until the opponent's sword was about to arrive before taking action.
The sword is really unwise.
Even Nan Zhu couldn't help but mutter, "Lao Jiu has a habit of pretending to be cool right down to his core. The more people see him, the more he likes to put on that air."
However, there is no point worrying about it, they are not the ones competing on the field.
Wu Ji, who acted alone but seemed to be under siege, was somewhat annoyed because of Mu Aotie's contempt.
Before he took the stage, he was told by Ke Ran that he could only lose but not win. Because he also used a fake identity, victory or defeat was meaningless to him. Ke Ran meant that he should give up the opportunity to advance, so this competition
The outcome was doomed from the beginning.
But he didn't expect that Mu Aotie would not take him seriously in front of everyone. Who can't be competitive at heart?
In addition, Mu Aotie's strength was not as weak as he thought. The scene of Yu Qing's visit flashed through his mind. He was a little surprised, so he gradually stopped holding back and started taking action faster and faster.
However, Mu Aotie still only defended and did not attack, and he still responded calmly.
Yu Qing had a toothache after watching this scene. He agreed with Nanzhu's statement and couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, "Lao Jiu, don't you pretend to know how to die?"
Nanzhu smiled bitterly, he could actually understand Lao Jiu to a certain extent, Lao Jiu also wanted to stand on the test field with his chest raised and let people see him.
Of course, the two of them gradually felt relieved because they saw that Mu Aotie could indeed handle Wu Ji calmly.
The two of them 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 and pretending to be cool. He could tell from the speed of Wu Ji's shots from the beginning.
He had been fighting Yu Qing's "Fengchen Sword Art" in Xiaoyunjian's Xiantaoyuan for almost a year, and they mostly fought at night when the visibility was not good. If Yu Qing really beat them, he would not give it to them.
What a sentimental thing.
He didn't know how much progress he had made after that year, and he never had a comparison.
He only knew that Old Fifteen's sword was very fast, and the shadow of the sword that hit him in one breath could make people panic. If you were not used to that pressure, you would feel suffocated.
He is such an arrogant person, but he was beaten by Yu Qing for a year in that environment. I don't know how much progress he has made, because Lao Shiwu's sword is getting faster and faster. In short, he can always suppress him and keep beating him.
His room.
In his opinion, Wu Ji's sword-drawing speed was far inferior to that of Lao Fifteen. After a few exchanges, he became more confident in dealing with it calmly, so he only defended rather than attacked.
Of course, he did have the intention of pretending. In this kind of decisive competition, he only defended but did not attack, and it was strange that he had no ideas.
The behavior of only defending without attacking may seem low-key, but in this situation, it is actually a high-profile one.
He has kept a low profile in his life and has never been high-profile because he has never been qualified to be high-profile. At this time, there are emotions gushing in his heart.
How can someone who has never been high-profile qualify to be low-key?
He really couldn't hold it back for a while.
Gradually, Wu Ji had forgotten Keran's instructions and tried his best. At first, the more he fought, the angrier he became, feeling that the other party was humiliating him. Then, the more he fought, the more frightened he became, realizing that the disciple of the Long Guang Sect in front of him was actually a master.
, they have been resisting passively and have not taken action against him yet.
He didn't know how powerful the opponent would be once he took action.
Xiang Zhen, the winner of the first match in the stands, gradually stared at Mu Aotie intently.
Keran slowly turned around and looked at Yu Qing, his face speechless. I wonder what this guy meant when he came to say hello before. Was he deliberately showing weakness?
Wu Tian's expression on the host stage was a little surprised.
The same goes for Chan Shaoting in the stands. His mother, Yong Zexue, said slowly: "The Chaoyang Conference is indeed an occasion where many rookies come out. This person is quite secretive. Does Chan'er know which sect he is a disciple of?"
Chan Shaoting said slowly: "He is also a disciple of Longguang Sect, one of the four."
Yong Zexue was surprised, "Long Guang Sect is not good at close combat. I didn't expect to train such a disciple. No wonder he dared to come to the Chaoyang Conference. In this case, the woman in front may be really unwell."
Xiao Changdao and Wu Ronggui on the steps below looked at each other with unsightly expressions.
It was a bad year and I cut my fingers while cooking and cutting vegetables.
