Seeing Zeng Yi giggling in the ring, many people actually wanted to go up and kill him. The reputation of the four bitches was really bad. Many people had been tricked by them, and there were also many people who wanted to step on him and get on the stage.
Among the famous people in the world, Langxing Tianxia wanted to be on stage the most. He even stepped out with one foot, but was stopped by the people next to him.
"Gang leader, no! According to the intelligence, this guy is probably already a top-notch master. Although you are also very powerful, gang leader, this guy has endless tricks. No one is sure to defeat this guy. It's too early to take action now!"
"One day, I have to destroy this bitch!"
Zeng Yi stood on the ring and looked around at all the players. Everyone was pointing and talking. After a few minutes, no one stood up. No matter who it was, they didn’t want to be the first to be beaten in the first round, even though they could enter.
Shaolin players are very confident in themselves, but Zeng Yi's reputation is so loud that no one really wants to face him in the first round.
After waiting for a few minutes, Shaolin Abbot and Wudang Song Yuanqiao, who had already sat down, stood up helplessly again, "Young heroes, does anyone want to communicate with this Ni Shaoxia? Please get on the ring quickly!"
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"Ahem, Amitabha, it seems that no young hero wants to communicate with the benefactor. If this is the case, then the young warrior will automatically enter the next round." The abbot of Shaolin also said helplessly.
Zeng Yi smiled on the stage, raised his hands to all the players and said, "Thank you so much for allowing me to automatically enter the next round. I think everyone is too modest. In my opinion, we might as well draw lots."
Well, then you don’t have to worry about something like this happening again.”
When many players heard this, their faces turned aside. You must know that many people actually saw Zeng Yi automatically promoted and already had ideas. Some players who felt that they could not break into the top 100 were ready to cooperate and choose people they knew to compete.
, In this way, there are only more than a thousand players, and only three or five of them can send one player to get the reward. As soon as Zeng Yi said this, he stopped their plan.
Shaolin Abbot and Song Yuanqiao's eyes lit up when they heard Zeng Yi's words: "Ni Shaoxia has a very good intention. Just do it as Ni Shaoxia saw you!"
Soon the Shaolin disciples distributed number cards to all the players, and then quickly determined the opponents of each player.
"No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4... All young heroes, please come on stage!"
As the Shaolin disciples finished speaking, several players restrained themselves and boarded the ring. Zeng Yi also returned to the sisters Xiaoxuehua and Hua Qianyuexia. What made Zeng Yi speechless was that Jingfeng was so shameless.
Stay there.
"Uncle, why doesn't anyone come up to compete with you?" Little Xuehua asked curiously.
"Hey, they are afraid of me."
Hua Qianyuexia and Jingfeng rolled their eyes at him almost at the same time, "Brother Ni, if you do this, you will offend a lot of people!"
"Haha, I'm afraid of offending others?" Zeng Yi simply has too many debts to bear down. He has offended more players than he can count, and he doesn't care about offending more.
Several pairs of players in the arena soon got into action. They were all first-rate players. Except for a few, like Zeng Yi Jingfeng and the others, masters with numerous unique skills. In fact, most of the first-rate players were about the same strength.
, it depends on who has more experience.
After looking at the players who were fighting fiercely in the stands, Zeng Yi turned around and asked, "What are your numbers? Do you know who your opponent is?"
"I'm pretty lucky. My opponent is a player from our Wudang sect. We all know him and he will definitely not be able to beat me. Just go up and make some gestures." Jingfeng said with a slight smile.
Hua Qianyuexia said nonchalantly: "My opponent is a player from the Quanzhen Sect." The ancient tomb sect's martial arts are specifically designed to defeat the Quanzhen sect. With similar strength, the ancient tomb sect will definitely have an advantage, let alone
Hua Qianyuexia, who has mastered the two swords together.
"Xue'er, which sect is your opponent from?"
"Well, uncle, I seem to have a bye!"
"Bye!... Damn it, the system can't openly let go of a daughter!" In comparison, this little snowflake is promoted by the system!
At the beginning, the players were a little timid and were testing their opponents. After all, no one would show their ability to win at the bottom of the box. But what they didn't expect was that after dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, both sides had not yet come up with their ultimate move.
They were stopped by those top-notch experts, and the player with the advantage was directly awarded the victory.
The players were all dumbfounded, and Shaolin said with a relieved smile: "Dear donors, this conference is for communication, just click here. Shaolin Temple is a place of Buddhism. I hope you young heroes will try to avoid casualties!"
Zeng Yi smiled and whispered in Hua Qian Yue Xia's ear: "These masters have limited time. According to those players, this competition can't be completed in ten days and a half.
This forces the player to resolve the battle quickly. When it’s your turn, don’t test, just attack with all your strength.”
Regardless of whether the Shaolin master is really compassionate and does not want to see any more casualties in the Shaolin Temple, or he really forces everyone to speed up the time, anyway, the result is that when the subsequent players come on stage, they all speed up the pace and basically test each other.
Move, and start taking action with all your strength.
Soon it was Jingfeng's turn. Jingfeng straightened his clothes and flew onto the ring very handsomely. His opponent was just as he said, he was also a Wudang player.
"Eldest brother, I didn't expect that we would meet each other, so please give me some advice!"
"Don't take it seriously, we are all brothers, we can learn from each other!"
The two Wudang disciples were fighting very fiercely, but Zeng Yi could see that the two were just acting, performing the martial arts of Wudang. From the simple basic martial arts of Wudang to the unique skills of Tai Chi Sword and Shenmen.
The two of them performed all the Thirteen Swords and other martial arts, and in the end neither of them suffered any injuries. Jingfeng's opponent took the initiative and said: "Elder brother is indeed superior in skill, I will admit defeat!"
"Can Jingfeng be any more shameless?" Zeng Yi looked at the two of them as if they were filming a movie, and didn't know what to say anymore. Looking back at Song Yuanqiao who was watching the game, he actually held his beard,
He nodded with satisfaction.
Several arenas competed together. Throughout the morning, half of the players had already decided the winner. Some were happy and some were sad. There were a few players who were promoted, and a few players who were eliminated. Of course, those who were promoted were very happy. They were far away from those players.
Good things are one step closer. Those who lose are very reluctant, but there is no other way. This is the game.
