However, in the face of the woman's full blow, Xuan Pang stood motionless and had no intention of taking action.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Several sword qi activated by the woman hit Xuan Pang's defensive qi and made a crisp sound, but other than that, they had no other effect.
"Um?!"
After the wave of attacks ended, a look of shock flashed across the woman's face.
Obviously he didn't expect such a result, that he couldn't even break through the opponent's defensive aura?
Until then, she finally knew what level of opponent she was facing.
"How about it, do you still want to fight?" Xuan Pang looked at the other party and smiled faintly.
"Miss, you are no match for him, stop fighting." At this time, an old man in the audience looked towards the ring and shouted loudly.
call!
The woman exhaled a heavy breath.
Then, he looked at Xuan Pang and glared: "Asshole, if you have the ability, just sign up!"
"Why are you asking for my name? Do you want to rely on me? Sorry, you are not my type!" Xuan Pang shrugged again.
"You..." The woman's face turned red with anger. After a slight pause, she said coldly: "Just wait for me, I will definitely make you regret it!"
After finishing speaking, he walked off the stage with an angry face.
The time came to four o'clock in the afternoon.
"Now let's invite the two contestants No. 2-208 to come on!" the referee stood on the ring and shouted loudly.
While speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the information of the two contestants displayed on the electronic device in his hand.
In this competition, the identity information of all contestants has been entered into the competition-specific system, and each referee is equipped with a terminal electronic device to view the player information at any time.
hiss!
The next moment, when the referee saw the information of one of the players No. 2-208, he secretly took a breath.
Except for four words, this player's information column is completely blank.
Those four words are, Xiwang Lingshuai!
He didn't expect that the King of the West would win this arena.
Just as he was in a daze, a young man jumped onto the ring with a sword in hand.
Then, with a arrogant expression, he glanced around the ring and spoke loudly.
"I'm the scholar with a sword. I wonder which unlucky friend got the same number as me?"
"If you don't want to be too embarrassed, just abstain voluntarily and don't go into the ring. That way no one will know who you are and it won't be too embarrassing!"
According to the rules of the competition, if a player does not come on stage within three minutes after the referee calls out the number, it will automatically forfeit the contest.
"Who is this sword scholar? So arrogant?"
"Have you never heard of his name? He is a serious genius, second only to the Eight Honors of Guwu in fame!"
"It is said that he is already halfway to the level of a War Emperor, and it is estimated that it won't be long before he can officially break the mirror and become an Emperor!"
"Is it so powerful?"
"..."
There was a burst of discussion in the auditorium again.
"Where did this idiot come from?" Xuan Pang sat in his seat and said speechlessly.
Then, he turned to look at Ling Hao and said, "Brother, looking at his birdlike appearance, he is definitely not a good person."
"Although you can't kill him, you can cripple his cultivation. You can turn him into a cripple after you go up to prevent him from harming others again!"
"Han Yue, check it out and see what it is!" Ling Hao didn't answer Xuan Pang's words, turned to look at Han Yue and spoke.
"Okay!" Han Yue nodded and took out her phone to check.
