Chapter 224 The Korean Book That Wants to Cry
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Tie Zhong
Three days later, the Zongmen Grand Competition finally officially started.
A total of ten arenas are located on the Banshan Square.
Countless inner and outer disciples gathered.
The scene was simply a sea of people.
And this is just the first two days of preliminary competition.
The core disciples will not participate in the preliminary competition, and the representatives of the major forces and dignitaries who are invited will not come to watch the competition.
In the rematch, all these talents will appear on the stage, and that will be the most exciting and lively time of the entire Zongmen Grand Competition.
"That's it for now."
"By the time of the semi-finals, it is estimated that there will be no way to go."
Wei Yi laughed.
Looking at the four Ram brothers and others, he shook the number plate in his hand, "I am number 659, and my competition venue is ring number nine."
"I'm in ring three."
"I'm in ring six."
"I'm also No. [-] in the ring, fourth brother, you think we won't run into each other, right?" Gong Yang Bao winked and smiled.
"If you are really so unlucky, then I will not show mercy." Gong Yangguo replied coldly.
Soon everyone separated one after another.
Each headed to their own arena.
Wei Yi came to the No. [-] ring in the south corner of the square, but unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.
He walked over with a smile, patted the other person on the shoulder, and at the same time called out, "Senior Brother Han."
This person is Han Wenshu who once competed with Wei Yi to break through the Beast Soul Tower.
Han Wenshu turned around when he heard the sound, and found that it was Wei Yi, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his face was immediately full of surprise.
"Brother Wei?"
"You can just call me Junior Brother, don't discourage me."
Han Wenshu said enthusiastically.
Right now Wei Yi is in the limelight in the inner sect, if he can make friends with Wei Yi, it will be beneficial to him but not harmful.
After all, the two are the same group of disciples who entered the inner sect from the outer sect. With this relationship, they should be closer than others.
As for the little festival back then, Han Wenshu had long forgotten it completely.
"Are you also in Ring Nine?"
Wei Yi asked with a smile.
"Yeah, it seems that we are really destined."
Han Wenshu took advantage of the trend to narrow the relationship between the two parties.
"Yeah, I think we were the first to meet each other during the inner sect assessment, and maybe we will meet together this time."
Wei Yi opened his mouth with a smile, and his words seemed to point to something.
Hearing this, the smile on Han Wenshu's face froze immediately.
He remembered that he was the first to meet Wei Yi during the inner sect assessment, and Wei Yi snatched the map he bought at a huge price.
The corner of Han Wenshu's mouth could not help but twitch slightly.
"No...it can't be such a coincidence."
Han Wenshu laughed dryly.
It didn't matter that Wei Yi was unlucky in the inner sect assessment, anyway, he has successfully entered the inner sect now.
But this time in the Zongmen Grand Competition, he was well prepared, and even wanted to rush into the semi-finals. If he still met Wei Yi... absolutely impossible!
While speaking, Han Wenshu looked around. There were at least two to three hundred people around the No. [-] ring, and they were basically disciples of the No. [-] ring. The probability of meeting so many people between him and Wei Yi was almost negligible.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved again.
"Senior Brother Wei, don't be joking, how could it be such a coincidence?"
The probability of this is indeed too low.
The more Han Wenshu thought about it, the more impossible he felt.
Immediately patting his chest and pretending to be grand, he said,
"If we do meet, I will admit defeat without saying a word."
"Hehe, that's all I said. How could it be such a coincidence."
Wei Yi shook his head.
He also did not believe that the two would be so "destined".
"The two sides will decide the outcome of the match, and disciple No. 179 wins and advances."
And at this time, the two on the ring just happened to decide the winner.
The referee's voice also sounded.
"In the next match, disciple No. 269 will face disciple No. 659."
Hearing the number reported by the referee, Wei Yi vaguely felt a little familiar.
He immediately looked down at the number plate in his hand.
"Senior Brother Wei, it looks like we can't get together this time."
"Haha, I'm number 269, I'm going to the ring first!"
But at this moment, Han Wenshu beside him said happily.
While speaking, he quickly stepped onto the ring.
High spirits.
With a flick of the long sword in his hand, the piercing sword energy spread, and he was clearly a low-grade weapon.
Although it is only a low-grade treasure soldier, it is quite extraordinary for ordinary disciples, and many people around can't help but twitch their eyelids when they see it.
"I'm writing the Korean text, who will fight me?"
Han Wenshu asked loudly with a face full of confidence.
Naturally, the precious soldiers in his hand were not bought by himself, but prepared by his family for him to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition.
It is precisely because of this that he has the confidence to hit the rematch.
His cultivation base is not low, and his martial skills are not too bad, plus this low-grade treasure weapon in his hand, it is definitely more than enough to deal with ordinary disciples.
"As long as luck is not too bad, I'm sure I can..."
He didn't finish his words.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared on the ring.
Blinking his eyes, he made sure he was not mistaken.
Wei Yi!
Han Wenshu couldn't help but froze in place.
He asked with a look of disbelief, "Senior Brother Wei, what are you doing in the ring, you...you don't know..."
Thinking of the content of the conversation between the two just now, Han Wenshu couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
He had already had a bad luck in the last inner sect assessment, this time, he won't be "died before leaving school"...
"I don't want to either."
Wei Yi couldn't laugh or cry and raised the number plate in his hand.
Surprisingly, it was number 659.
Han Wenshu was stunned for a moment, and then completely stunned in place.
At this moment, his first reaction was to slap himself hard. What he said just now was the truth, stinky mouth...
The second reaction is to hate God, why God treats him so unfairly, let him meet Wei Yi again and again.
The third reaction was...he really wanted to cry.
"Senior Brother Wei, can you release the water?"
Han Wenshu looked at the unused treasure soldiers in his hands, and it seemed that they were useless in front of Wei Yi, so he could only plead with Wei Yi.
Apart from this method, he really couldn't think of any other way for him to advance smoothly.
"Junior Brother Han, come back next year, next year... your luck shouldn't be so bad."
Wei Yi sighed.
Although he sympathized with Han Wenshu, he couldn't sacrifice himself for the other party.
The expression on Han Wenshu's face was about to cry, but there were no tears.
"Do you still compare?"
The ring referee next to him asked with a cold face.
"Compared to what? Even the core disciples can't beat him, you think I'm superhuman, why should I fight! I went home and went to sleep!"
"I surrender!"
He roared with uncontrollable anger.
Immediately afterwards, Han Wenshu turned around and walked towards the bottom of the ring.
Very chic, without the slightest sloppy.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.
It took the referee a long time to react, his face was ashen, but seeing Han Wenshu who had gone away, he wanted to get angry but couldn't.
He just turned to look at Wei Yi angrily.
Wei Yi shrugged innocently, "It's none of my business."
The referee sighed. He recognized Wei Yi, and he really didn't dare to take his anger out on the bold guy in front of him.
"The game is over, you have successfully advanced."
Waving his hand, the referee said helplessly.
He felt that this was the easiest and most helpless game he had judged.
A total of ten arenas are located on the Banshan Square.
Countless inner and outer disciples gathered.
The scene was simply a sea of people.
And this is just the first two days of preliminary competition.
The core disciples will not participate in the preliminary competition, and the representatives of the major forces and dignitaries who are invited will not come to watch the competition.
In the rematch, all these talents will appear on the stage, and that will be the most exciting and lively time of the entire Zongmen Grand Competition.
"That's it for now."
"By the time of the semi-finals, it is estimated that there will be no way to go."
Wei Yi laughed.
Looking at the four Ram brothers and others, he shook the number plate in his hand, "I am number 659, and my competition venue is ring number nine."
"I'm in ring three."
"I'm in ring six."
"I'm also No. [-] in the ring, fourth brother, you think we won't run into each other, right?" Gong Yang Bao winked and smiled.
"If you are really so unlucky, then I will not show mercy." Gong Yangguo replied coldly.
Soon everyone separated one after another.
Each headed to their own arena.
Wei Yi came to the No. [-] ring in the south corner of the square, but unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.
He walked over with a smile, patted the other person on the shoulder, and at the same time called out, "Senior Brother Han."
This person is Han Wenshu who once competed with Wei Yi to break through the Beast Soul Tower.
Han Wenshu turned around when he heard the sound, and found that it was Wei Yi, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his face was immediately full of surprise.
"Brother Wei?"
"You can just call me Junior Brother, don't discourage me."
Han Wenshu said enthusiastically.
Right now Wei Yi is in the limelight in the inner sect, if he can make friends with Wei Yi, it will be beneficial to him but not harmful.
After all, the two are the same group of disciples who entered the inner sect from the outer sect. With this relationship, they should be closer than others.
As for the little festival back then, Han Wenshu had long forgotten it completely.
"Are you also in Ring Nine?"
Wei Yi asked with a smile.
"Yeah, it seems that we are really destined."
Han Wenshu took advantage of the trend to narrow the relationship between the two parties.
"Yeah, I think we were the first to meet each other during the inner sect assessment, and maybe we will meet together this time."
Wei Yi opened his mouth with a smile, and his words seemed to point to something.
Hearing this, the smile on Han Wenshu's face froze immediately.
He remembered that he was the first to meet Wei Yi during the inner sect assessment, and Wei Yi snatched the map he bought at a huge price.
The corner of Han Wenshu's mouth could not help but twitch slightly.
"No...it can't be such a coincidence."
Han Wenshu laughed dryly.
It didn't matter that Wei Yi was unlucky in the inner sect assessment, anyway, he has successfully entered the inner sect now.
But this time in the Zongmen Grand Competition, he was well prepared, and even wanted to rush into the semi-finals. If he still met Wei Yi... absolutely impossible!
While speaking, Han Wenshu looked around. There were at least two to three hundred people around the No. [-] ring, and they were basically disciples of the No. [-] ring. The probability of meeting so many people between him and Wei Yi was almost negligible.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved again.
"Senior Brother Wei, don't be joking, how could it be such a coincidence?"
The probability of this is indeed too low.
The more Han Wenshu thought about it, the more impossible he felt.
Immediately patting his chest and pretending to be grand, he said,
"If we do meet, I will admit defeat without saying a word."
"Hehe, that's all I said. How could it be such a coincidence."
Wei Yi shook his head.
He also did not believe that the two would be so "destined".
"The two sides will decide the outcome of the match, and disciple No. 179 wins and advances."
And at this time, the two on the ring just happened to decide the winner.
The referee's voice also sounded.
"In the next match, disciple No. 269 will face disciple No. 659."
Hearing the number reported by the referee, Wei Yi vaguely felt a little familiar.
He immediately looked down at the number plate in his hand.
"Senior Brother Wei, it looks like we can't get together this time."
"Haha, I'm number 269, I'm going to the ring first!"
But at this moment, Han Wenshu beside him said happily.
While speaking, he quickly stepped onto the ring.
High spirits.
With a flick of the long sword in his hand, the piercing sword energy spread, and he was clearly a low-grade weapon.
Although it is only a low-grade treasure soldier, it is quite extraordinary for ordinary disciples, and many people around can't help but twitch their eyelids when they see it.
"I'm writing the Korean text, who will fight me?"
Han Wenshu asked loudly with a face full of confidence.
Naturally, the precious soldiers in his hand were not bought by himself, but prepared by his family for him to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition.
It is precisely because of this that he has the confidence to hit the rematch.
His cultivation base is not low, and his martial skills are not too bad, plus this low-grade treasure weapon in his hand, it is definitely more than enough to deal with ordinary disciples.
"As long as luck is not too bad, I'm sure I can..."
He didn't finish his words.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared on the ring.
Blinking his eyes, he made sure he was not mistaken.
Wei Yi!
Han Wenshu couldn't help but froze in place.
He asked with a look of disbelief, "Senior Brother Wei, what are you doing in the ring, you...you don't know..."
Thinking of the content of the conversation between the two just now, Han Wenshu couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
He had already had a bad luck in the last inner sect assessment, this time, he won't be "died before leaving school"...
"I don't want to either."
Wei Yi couldn't laugh or cry and raised the number plate in his hand.
Surprisingly, it was number 659.
Han Wenshu was stunned for a moment, and then completely stunned in place.
At this moment, his first reaction was to slap himself hard. What he said just now was the truth, stinky mouth...
The second reaction is to hate God, why God treats him so unfairly, let him meet Wei Yi again and again.
The third reaction was...he really wanted to cry.
"Senior Brother Wei, can you release the water?"
Han Wenshu looked at the unused treasure soldiers in his hands, and it seemed that they were useless in front of Wei Yi, so he could only plead with Wei Yi.
Apart from this method, he really couldn't think of any other way for him to advance smoothly.
"Junior Brother Han, come back next year, next year... your luck shouldn't be so bad."
Wei Yi sighed.
Although he sympathized with Han Wenshu, he couldn't sacrifice himself for the other party.
The expression on Han Wenshu's face was about to cry, but there were no tears.
"Do you still compare?"
The ring referee next to him asked with a cold face.
"Compared to what? Even the core disciples can't beat him, you think I'm superhuman, why should I fight! I went home and went to sleep!"
"I surrender!"
He roared with uncontrollable anger.
Immediately afterwards, Han Wenshu turned around and walked towards the bottom of the ring.
Very chic, without the slightest sloppy.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.
It took the referee a long time to react, his face was ashen, but seeing Han Wenshu who had gone away, he wanted to get angry but couldn't.
He just turned to look at Wei Yi angrily.
Wei Yi shrugged innocently, "It's none of my business."
The referee sighed. He recognized Wei Yi, and he really didn't dare to take his anger out on the bold guy in front of him.
"The game is over, you have successfully advanced."
Waving his hand, the referee said helplessly.
He felt that this was the easiest and most helpless game he had judged.
