Time returns to the present.

For another Beggar Gang disciple present, Jiang He.

The current situation really made him feel a little depressed.

The reason is not complicated.

It was simply because he knew the first opponent he was about to meet at the martial arts conference.

And he can guarantee that he will definitely not be able to beat others.

My mother.

I just came to make a move, why did I meet Uncle Wang at first?

As the best among the three bags of disciples of the Beggars' Sect, Jiang He's strength is naturally not bad.

If nothing unexpected happens, the first-class late-stage cultivation level should be enough to make him enter the top 10 and 20 of the Talent.

Unfortunately, his luck has never been good.

That's why he caught the lottery in the door and signed the signing of the person who had to come to attend the conference.

Even at the beginning, he encountered an opponent that he would not be able to defeat.

If you talk about Wang Wu's reputation in the world, it is indeed not very good.

But if she is famous in the Beggars' Sect, she is really not a small one.

Although she doesn't usually go back to the sect, she doesn't know many fellow disciples.

But every time she goes back, she has to be sent to the martial arts lecture hall to be an assistant teacher.

It can definitely be said to be a common nightmare in the memories of the recent two generations of Beggar Gang disciples.

After all, no one would like to be grabbed by someone's ankle as a stick.

No one likes to be thrown away as a sandbag.

The feeling of weight loss, dizziness, and messiness in the strong wind.

Once you experience it, it will definitely be unforgettable.

(ps: Can you refer to the roller coaster, or the pendulum?)

Now that I think about it, Jiang He will unconsciously become weak and his face turns pale.

He is considered a person in the Beggars' Sect who is more familiar with Wang Wu, because his master's master is Pang Wanshan's junior brother.

But before Pang Wanshan met Wang Wu, he never accepted a disciple.

So when he reached his generation, as his junior nephew, he was actually older than Wang Wu, who was his uncle.

However, the martial arts level of the two was quite different. God knew how he, the young master, practiced.

So far, except for her master, Mr. Pang, no one knows the true background of her cultivation.

It can only be inferred from some of her words, deeds and deeds that she is probably at the highest level in the middle of the year.

The mid-term!

Regarding this speculation, even the leader of the gang who was basically not in charge of the matter on weekdays, he ordered several inner disciples who knew the situation to not be allowed to spread the situation.

After all, the mid-term 19-year-old is a bit scary no matter what.

The gang leader’s approach should be that he doesn’t want his uncle to be entangled with any rumors.

And once you consider that you will have to fight with such a monster later.

Jiang He looked at the ring's eyes and unknowingly covered himself with a layer of heroic spirit like a calm death.

Haha, is the eighth competition in the afternoon? There is still some time left.

I don’t know if my uncle will be willing to save my life for the sake of his fellow disciples…

Thinking of this secretly sadly, Jiang He untied the wine gourd around his waist again, raised his head and drank a sip of wine.

The expression of looking at death made the people standing beside him feel inexplicably that this person's temperament was really desolate.

In fact, Jiang He has not had a fight with Wang Wu, he has just never had a one-on-one competition with the other party.

After all, when he was in the martial arts lecture hall, he usually used the one who used as a sandbag for Wang Wu.

So for a while, most of the new inner disciples thought he was very weak.

Until one day, they were dragged to compete with Wang Wu.

Thirty-six to one.

That day, the bamboo forest beside the martial arts hall was full of people.

...

As the first round of competition with the biggest gap in realm among players.

There is nothing worth talking about in the first seven competitions of the Talent.

However, for those who are gathering in the arena, the eighth battle later will inevitably be one of the popular highlights today.

The Beggars' Sect Rivers fight against Wang Wu of the Beggars' Sect.

As a first-class late-stage boxing master, Jiang He often takes on some tricks at the escort agency.

Pretending to be a pig and eating tiger, he specializes in trapping those green forest bandits who are not eye-catching are also well-known in the world.

As for Wang Wu, I don’t need to say more about how famous she has been in the past two days.

There are people waiting to verify her authenticity, both openly and secretly.

So, the outcome of the seventh game will be decided.

When the Imperial Guards announced the start of the eighth competition.

The sleepy person is no longer sleepy, the person who loves to speak will stop talking, the Taoist priest who sits in meditation and practices opens his eyes, and the monk who recites the Heart Sutra silently raises his eyes.

Three or two swordsmen no longer wipe the sword, four or five sharp swords were sheathed at the same time.

Everyone looked forward to it.

However, after a long time, they only saw Jiang He walking into the venue alone.

"Wang Wu?"

When the player was found missing, the Imperial Guard's genius leader frowned.

He raised his inner energy and looked at everyone, shouting the name again.

Under the influence of internal force, his voice spread out and clearly into everyone's ears.

But no one responded, and even when the voice didn't go, there was still silence under the ring.

Jiang He's expression was a little complicated, and he didn't know if he had anything wrong with him.

Realizing that the fierce uncle did not come, he might be able to escape the beating, but he was worried about gains and losses.

"Hmph." Perhaps he snorted coldly with dissatisfaction. It was only three things, and the Knights' Genie didn't plan to call anyone anymore.

Instead, he lowered his head and said while using a charcoal pen to record something in the book in his hand.

"According to the rules of the venue, if you miss the situation, you may be a person who leaves early."

"It will be considered abandoned..."

But before he could finish his words, a slightly neutral voice interrupted his decision from a distance.

"This military master, wait a moment!"

"Bang!"

The next moment, a wine gourd had already fallen into the center of the venue.

A large bluestone slab was smashed and deeply trapped in the gravel.

The Imperial Guard standing beside him was startled.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow fell from the air.

Then he kicked the gourd with his heel, held it in his hand, and breathed a long sigh.

"Huh, I'm almost there. Jun Ye, I'm Wang Wu. The competition hasn't started yet?"

“…”

It should be quieter around.

To put it in a more cliché, it is at this moment that even the sound of a needle falling off can be heard.

The reason is equally simple.

Because of the current situation, there are really too many differences from the picture that everyone imagines.

It cannot be said that it is completely unrelated, it can only be said that it is irrelevant.

What they were waiting for was a fight between two Beggar Gang disciples.
To be continued...