"The third game, the winner is Chai Ruru!"

There was no suspense in the game. Chai Ruru spent almost no effort and won with overwhelming force.

The remaining three contestants on the stage had long heard all the legends about the eldest lady of the Chai family, and they chose to cooperate with each other in a tacit understanding from the beginning, planning to kick out the most threatening Chai Ruru first.

However, they still underestimated Chai Ruru's strength. The three of them worked together but were unable to break through her body-protecting Qi. They could only be knocked down one by one in unwillingness.

Next to the ring, a magnificent viewing platform was built using the skeleton of the original brothel.

When Mingzhou was sentenced to trial, Haowen was still sitting in a high position, but the people around him had changed.

"Gang Leader Li, how is this Miss Chai?"

Li Hetong, who was on his left, sighed in admiration: "Far better than I did back then."

I'm afraid that ordinary sixth-grade warriors wouldn't be able to go a few rounds under her hands.

He suddenly remembered that his son, even if he didn't practice martial arts, was still clamoring about how to establish a reboot. How could he have such a thing in his heroic life?

"What do you think, Miss Hongye?"

On the right, the woman with a mask and wide sleeves seemed to be asleep, without any reaction.

Shi Haowen was not upset at being refuted and smiled helplessly: "Let Chai Ruru come up."

The accompanying officials understood and said loudly: "Chai Ruru, please come to the stage to observe the ceremony!"

Chai Ruru frowned. She didn't expect a martial arts competition to be so troublesome, so she wanted to end it as soon as possible so that she could go to the night market with Ning Yan later.

But it was hard to ignore Mingzhou Tongpan’s words, so he had no choice but to jump up to the viewing platform with a cold face.

"Miss Chai, please come this way."

As soon as she sat down, Chai Ruru's eyes scanned the court, but unexpectedly she didn't find the person she cared about the most.

Chai Ruru's mood became even worse.

Did you delay it for too long and make him impatient?

Where did it go...

By the way, this is Yanliu Lane... Is it possible?

Chai Ruru's pupils shrank, and she suddenly felt on pins and needles.

Damn it, why am I in the third scene? How long will it take for it to end!

……

In the ring area, the first martial arts test is proceeding in an orderly manner.

After Chai Ruru, one after another winners came to the viewing platform, but they all felt that something was wrong with the girl's face, so they wisely avoided her and sat down.

It was getting late, and tall lanterns were raised in the venue.

"The next eight games! The opponents, He Chong, Qiu Yang, Bai Qianqian, and..." Chang Chi thought about this, his expression was a little strange, "Murong Fu."

Don't talk about it, many people are a little confused when they hear this lineup.

He Chong, Lord of the Night, is a lustful man who is proficient in acupuncture, disguise, and Qinggong movements. He travels across the east and west of the Yangtze River to collect countless flowers. He is simply the nightmare of thousands of girls in the boudoir.

The poisonous lady Bai Qianqian has average talent but relies on the art of tonic to reach the seventh level of cultivation. She is good at using poison. The young hero who fell into her hands was basically drained by the medicine, leaving white bones under his pomegranate skirt.

As for Murong Fu, he is slightly better than the first two, but his reputation is the worst among the eighth and ninth grade warriors. In the past two days, the anecdotal quotes of Gusu Murong in Mingzhou City have gone viral, and he is still going to kill people.

Killing the heart can be called the king of forcing the king.

It is really rare that three of the four contestants are detestable scum.

The atmosphere in the audience was instantly detonated.

"The prosperity of Mingzhou depends on you, Qiu Yang!"

"Qiu Yang, let them see how powerful you are!"

"The big brother who plays the flute must win!"

Qiu Yang felt a little uncomfortable for a while when he heard the cheering sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

Since his debut, he has persisted in doing chivalry and justice for several years, and he has won the reputation of a jade flute player in the world.

But the popularity has never been this high.

Qiu Yang smiled bitterly and looked at the other people.

On the far left is a flirtatious young woman wearing a thin shirt and gauze skirt. She is staring at him hungrily and laughing: "What a handsome scholar, are you interested in being my sister's guest~"

"Hehehehe, Sister Bai doesn't know something. These guns usually have silver pewter tips and are useless. Why don't you take a look at your brother." The tall and thin man who spoke had deep bags under his eyes, and his mouth sounded yellow.

"Hmph, come on together, ants, I'm in a hurry."

The remaining ninth-level one looks the most normal, but has the most abnormal brain.

They are all weird opponents...

Ning Yan is also observing them.

The thin bamboo pole and the scholar are both at the peak of the eighth level, and the eldest sister, who has a lot of powder on her face, has reached the seventh level.

After all, they are all ruthless people who have made it through the finals, and the intensity of the competition suddenly increased.

He could feel the energy of the three people locked on him.

These three people are not far apart in terms of cultivation, but no one dares to say that they can definitely beat the other two in a real fight.

And as a ninth-level peak person with certain combat power, he became the winner in the field.

Maybe you want to kick him out first to prevent him from benefiting from it, or maybe you want to win him over as an ally first, but they all have their own agendas.

Ning Yan glanced at the high platform with his peripheral vision. Jiang Kaiyuan had already stood out in the previous competition and was whispering to the red-haired young man next to him.

To help Zhao Sinian find out what happened, he still needs to go further in the martial arts competition.

What's more, Ning Yan also wants to know...

How far can I achieve now!

[Kill! Kill! Kill! You have no scruples in your heart, and you will fight to the fullest today!]

Encouraged by the system, Ning Yan felt that his heart was beating a little faster than usual.

His fighting spirit is rising.

Seeing that the four people were ready, the singer announced loudly: "The eighth competition has officially begun!"

The next moment, three voices sounded at the same time.

"Little brother, do you want to come to my sister's place?"

"Kill Murong Fu first!"

"Brother Murong, please give me a helping hand!"

The three of them looked at each other after shouting, and immediately understood what their plans were, and took action without hesitation.

The situation of the battle is clear!

Bai Qianqian took out a small gourd from her breast collar and took a deep sip. She puffed up her cheeks and blew out a pink-purple mist. Unexpectedly, the mist grew when the wind blew, and in an instant it spread into a cloud of smoke that shrouded the sky above the ring.

"Brother Murong, be careful of the poisonous mist!" Qiu Yang reminded him kindly upon seeing this.

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"Kekeke~ Take care of yourself~"

Under Bai Qianqian's control, Yanyun pressed closer and closer, and the sweet and greasy smell made people sick.

Sorry, I have to deal with this witch...

Qiu Yang gritted his teeth, held the jade flute horizontally, and the sound waves he played turned into swords, spears, and halberds and pierced the smoke, turning it upside down.

Bai Qianqian didn't panic at all. She shook the gourd and the poisonous mist that had been gradually dissipating was stabilized again.

On the other hand, He Chong was a picker of soft persimmons, so he just avoided those two people and went straight to Ning Yan.

"Let me come and meet you!"

Ning Yan was not afraid, he used the Willow Body Technique and retreated quickly backwards.

"Want to escape?"

He Chong laughed loudly, his steps were so fast that only layers of afterimages were left behind.

The distance between the two is rapidly shortening.

Ning Yan was quite surprised. It was the first time since he learned the Fuliu Body Technique that someone could keep up with his speed.

"It seems that your body skills are not low, and they are not inferior to my Xingyun Bu."

He Chong was still shouting and seemed to still have some energy left.

Ning Yan looked thoughtful, and when he saw the other party approaching, he turned around, his steps changed quickly, and he passed by He Chong.

He Chong hit the air, instead of being angry he was happy: "Hahaha, this is fun!"
To be continued...