Chapter 67: 1 hit someone and flew out

Not long.

More than 200 participating disciples entered the venue from four exits and gathered in different areas.

When they stopped and stood on their own, many warriors on the viewing platform shouted for their love beans.

In recent years, there are some outstanding disciples who have no fans.

咳 "Cough."

Liyang City Lord appeared on the most central platform, the shouts gradually dropped.

"The principal of this city represents Liyang City and welcomes outstanding disciples of all factions to participate in this martial arts contest."

"I also hope that the next contest, each contestant, can achieve good results and fight for the martial arts."

After a few words, the city owner began to roll.

"Ground Knife Door, Tang Bolan!"

"Yes!"

"Longyue Mountain Villa, Cheng Mianjin!"

"Yes!"

"Iron Eagle Gang, Wang Situ!"

"Yes!"

"Buchens, Zhou!"

"Yes!"

每次 Every time the Lord of the Yangcheng City calls, the relatives and friends of the named disciple and fans will shout out for cheer.

"Ironbone Pie, Tian Qi."

"Yes!"

Quack.

Watching the battle platform, the queen is silent, and then laughs loudly.

"Tian Qi? Is it the oldest seven in the family, or is it a medicinal herb?"

"It's worthy of being a ninth-class sect, and the names of the disciples in battle are so rubbish."

Even the contestants who stood by and waited to be named, they cast a scornful look, even wondering how they would stand with such a common name.

Suffering from the ridicule of the observation platform and the contempt of nearby contestants, Tian Qi clenched his fists and pressed his voice and said, "Brother, I want to hit someone."

Li Qingyang said: "Be patient until the competition starts."

"Hoo!"

Putian Qishen exhaled a breath, calmed down his mind, looked up at the high platform and the head of the door, and secretly said, "Master, disciples will not let you down!"

Uh ...

Roll call to continue.

When a well-known elite disciple of a certain martial art was called out, it immediately aroused heated discussions, all kinds of praises and all kinds of envy.

"Iron bone pie, Su Xiaomo!"

"Yes!"

"Haha, it's a good name."

"Unfortunately, he is too short, and the start of the game is also the life of cannon fodder."

人 People who look pleasing to the eye, how to look pleasing to the eye, people who don't look pleasing to the eye, how to look displeased.

This is the mentality of the martial arts warriors. They disdain the iron skeletons in their hearts, so they always look for disadvantages from various angles.

The cautious old man who came one step behind the gate of the city was surprised: "Isn't that man Li Qingyang?"

He and his disciples always believed that Su Xiaomo was the first genius of Qingyang City.

The old man frowned, and secretly said, "It's not Li Qingyang, but his posture is so agile. Can these nine-tier iron skeletons still hide the dragon and the tiger?"

"Iron Skeleton, Li Qingyang!"

"Yes."

Suddenly calm down on the platform.

Everyone has their eyes fixed on Li Qingyang, who is upright, admiring that he is the first genius of Qingyang City, and he is extraordinary!

Unfortunately blind, joined the trash iron bone pie.

"Hey."

On the high platform, the fat-eared elder shook his head and said, "If such a good seed, if you join the Cangshan faction, you should have broken through to the warrior at this moment."

"There are obviously better choices. You have to join the Nine Classes, and you waste such a good talent."

"Other martial arts are stubborn and tireless. Jun is in charge of ruining people."

No one didn't laugh at Li Qingyang, only to regret it, and even more contemptuous to recruit such a talented iron skeleton.

Xi Jun often listened with a smile, but did not speak.

Say what? And they spray, and they raise the bar?

It doesn't make any sense. The best way to keep them shut up is to use their strength to prove.

Uh ...

Roll call to continue.

Not long after, when Xiao Xieji's name sounded, the observation platform quieted again.

Many warriors raised their heads and looked at the Dongfang platform, where several Xiao parents were sitting and wanted to see what expressions on their faces.

"Click."

The elder Wu crushed the tea cup and said coldly, "A waste should not be here, it should not be ashamed."

As it happened, Jun Chang laughed and sat on the high platform next to each other. Seeing the old guy's eyes flashing with anger and murderousness, he touched his nose and said, "Is the Xiao family?"

The elder Xiao family seemed to be aware and turned to look over.

The two eyes stared at each other.

Xun Jun often smiled politely, then pointed him, and posed with a pistol on his temple, and opened his mouth.

This is to warn him not to kill his disciples, or I will crash you with a shot.

It's a pity that the elder couldn't understand. When he saw him in a weird posture, he disdainfully said, "No wonder he would take the waste to get started. It turned out that this person had a problem in his mind."

Uh ...

After some roll-calls, more than 200 participating disciples all arrived, and the owner of the city of Liyang also had no ink, and immediately announced the rules of competition.

The rules are simple.

More than 200 people are divided, the opponents are drawn by lot, the winner is promoted, and the loser is eliminated.

In order to avoid encounters with disciples, contestants of different factions will be arranged to draw lots in different areas.

Five people, Lu Lu, were divided into Districts A, B, C, D, and E.

Before going to the various competition areas, Li Qingyang solemnly said, "Sister, brother, the head looks at it, we can't let him down."

"Cut."

Lu Lu stepped into area A.

"Brother, understand!" Su Xiaomo Hotan Qi raised his chest and walked towards his war zone.

Xun Xiao's sin remained in place, looked up to the high platform, and stared at the head of the head, his eyes became more firm.

At that moment, with the exception of Lu Yan's personality, the blood of the four disciples boiled, and he understood more deeply that he was about to fight for martial arts!

Jun Chang, who was sitting on a high platform, smiled, leaned forward, chin on the back of his hand, and secretly said, "Come on, my disciples."

Uh ...

With more than 200 disciples in place, a lottery was started, and then announced by the theater leader in public.

"In the first round of the first round, Ironbone sent Tian Qi to play against Red Gate Sun Kai!"

"Oops."

The elder Dahongmen, who was fat and big-eared, laughed, "Unfortunately, I met my disciples in the first round."

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Xun Jun often laughs.

The draw continued, and hundreds of disciples successively matched their opponents.

In addition to Li Qingyang, when encountering the disciples of Su Xiaomo and others as opponents, they all smiled, as if they had entered the second round in advance.

"The first round of competition starts, please enter the stage!"

Putian Qi and Sun Kai stepped onto the battle table, and the ceremony of the two men arched, representing the beginning of the first round of martial arts competition.

"The disciple at Dahongmen seems to be in the twelfth section of Kaimai. It is absolutely necessary to kill it properly."

"In this martial arts competition, there were a lot of ten pulses. The iron bone disciples encountered twelve paragraphs in the first battle, and luck was bad enough."

"Ha ha ha, just the kind of goods, who is not luck?"

The martial artists talked in private and laughed constantly.

Elder Wu Dahongmen was also laughing, and said, "Jun is in charge. I send my disciples a little irritable, sometimes they are not light and not heavy. If you hurt your disciples, please be patient."

"Oh."

Xun Jun often laughed.

"Start!" The referee's voice remembered.

As soon as the cricket's voice fell, Tian Qi rushed forward with a punch in the bucket, hitting Sun Kai's belly with a punch, and flew him directly.

大 The Dahongmen disciple is indeed a little irritable, but before the start of the game, before he had time to mobilize his irritability, he was already squealing outside the court.

The fat of Elder Dahongmen suddenly solidified, and his small eyes were widened.

Xun Jun often smiled lightly and said, "Weak explosion."

He beat his fist back on the platform and scratched his head. "The power was not well controlled, and he accidentally knocked people out."