Qian Duoduo finished speaking very seriously, and then the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The serious disciples looked surprised, like a group of chickens whose necks were pinched, their mouths opened and forgot to speak.

Everyone was choked by Qian Duoduo's words and was at a loss, and then they reacted.

The scene exploded.

What does it mean to cry when it hurts? It’s so arrogant!

Sneering and sarcasm were endless, and everyone looked at Qian Duoduo with a look of fools.

Suddenly, a slap disciple in the crowd said in surprise: "I heard it right, what he said just now is too arrogant!"

"Sit down to wait for Brother Xiao to beat this special student."

"Yes, Senior Brother Han, can uncle tolerate auntie?"

A group of errand disciples started to cheer from the audience.

On the platform, Zi Xiaoye looked at the scene of the No. 1 ring and was full of worry, thinking to himself, Junior Brother, what kind of luck are you? Your man doesn't want you to lose.

When Tang Qian saw Zi Xiaoye staring at the No. 1 ring, he couldn't help but look at it, and said with a smile: "My junior brother, can you value this serious disciple of Xuefeng?"

Zi Xiaoye said shamelessly: "I just think this mail disciple who saw Xuefeng was very extraordinary, and his calmness was quite as impressive as I had just entered the mountain."

Tang Qian couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and said, "Then junior brother, why don't we take a gamble?"

Zi Xiaoye stopped moving and nodded toughly.

Tang Qian smiled and said, "The bet is a third-grade magic weapon. I bet Han Xiao won."

"So too." Before Zi Xiaoye could speak, Wang Shier next to him suddenly said.

Zi Xiaoye suddenly became unhappy. You all said, how could I win by suppressing Han Xiao? The fat flesh on his face twitched, and his eyes were about to become a slit, but at this time he couldn't be cowardly. He thought to himself, you must win, so he said with great pain: "I'll win by suppressing that money!"

Then Zi Xiaoye waved his hand and took out two third-grade magic weapons next to him, then looked at the No. 1 ring calmly, as if he was calm and gentle, actually his heart had already gone wild, and his heart was bleeding.

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On the ring.

Han Xiao suddenly heard Qian Duoduo's words and suddenly felt annoyed and his forehead was already jumping.

This is really arrogant!

Han Xiao felt that Qian Duoduo was looking for death.

The person in front of him who spoke harmlessly but had a critical hit bonus was undoubtedly the most arrogant errand disciple he had met in so many years after entering Xuejian Villa.

"You are looking for death!"

"Don't forget to tell me, come on." Qian Duoduo said, hooking his index finger at Han Xiao.

Han Xiao's eyes suddenly cold, and his hands in his sleeves clenched into fists, loosened and clenched, and repeated this.

He looked at Qian Duoduo and said, "Mortal boy, you are crazy. I just don't know if your strength is the same as your mouth."

Han Xiao walked towards Qian Duoduo with his burly body, his big arms and round waist were a bit powerful and he had a little extra training. And judging from his posture, he had never even summoned magic weapons, it seemed that he wanted to use his body to repair Qian Duoduo.

Han Xiao went up to Qian Duoduo and made a straight punch. He wanted to repair the newcomer in the most direct way. He firmly believed that the power of his punch could hammer this mortal boy out of the ring, causing serious injury, and causing a paralysis. Then he returned to the center of the ring to defend the ring without any ease.

The errand disciples watching the game from the audience also exclaimed, staring intently, as if waiting for the good show of Qian Duoduo vomiting blood and flying out of the arena.

Qian Duoduo did not move, and looked at Han Xiao's huge fist magnified and closer in his eyes with expressionless face. In fact, when Han Xiao punched, he felt that as long as he wanted, he could even kick the other person away before his fist was raised, but he did not.

Qian Duoduo was waiting, and he wanted to test his spiritual recognition and his reaction limits.

It was time to say that, but in the blink of an eye, Han Xiao's fist touched a strand of Qian Duoduo's forehead with his fist strength. Qian Duoduo could even see the smug expression on Han Xiao's face. In other words, Qian Duoduo took his feet back in the flash.

Then, a hurried scream rang out on the ring!

No one saw Qian Duoduo making his feet. Everyone only saw their Senior Brother Han pushing in with the wind and thunder, and then flew to the sky inexplicably like lightning, and finally landed under the ring like a dead dog.

At this time, the strong wind carried by Han Xiao's fist slowly blew, and Qian Duoduo's bangs flew freely, revealing a sharp and firm face like a knife-cut outline.

The scene of Qian Duoduo being hammered away as the servants imagined by the servants did not appear. He even stood on the ring from the beginning and did not move.

The crowd is silent!

The cold mountain peaks blow by, like a basin of cold water to awaken the mad people.

"No. 1... ring... Qian Duoduo won." The tremor of the deacon disciple sounded, bringing incredible things that he could not hide.

The crowd did not cheer, and everyone was staring at Qian Duoduo with a look of looking at the monster.

After a long time, a female disciple murmured: "Why is he so strong? Is this really a mortal servant? Why do I feel that Senior Brother Han Xiao is like a powerless baby in his hands."

"His body is too strong. I think only Senior Brother Canglang can compete."

"I pity my senior brother Han, I can only scream and I can't even cry and lose consciousness."

“…”

The errand disciples began to discuss again in an instant.

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The three people on the platform were also surprised by this result.

Wang Shier had already stood up and looked at Qian Duoduo in the No. 1 ring with a complicated expression.

Qian Duoduo's kick just now was as fast as lightning, which really shocked him. He carefully calculated that even he would not have time to be prepared, so he could only summon a protective magic weapon in advance to resist.

Tang Qian's face turned dark and he took out a third-grade magic weapon in depression.

Zi Xiaoye stood up nervously and sat down, then stood up and took the third-grade magic weapon of Tang Qian and Wang Shier. Finally, she tried to control herself from laughing, and slowly changed from a laughing expression to a serious teacher. After all, there are so many younger generations watching in the audience.

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After defeating the enemy with one move, the No. 1 stage immediately ushered in a wave of cheers of a small winning streak.

Qian Duoduo experienced several death disasters at the age of eight. Now he is bored in fighting between these errand disciples. The strength of these errand disciples is indeed not very good. Qian Duoduo, who is on the same stage as him, almost punches one by one, and has no fancy operations.

In this way, Qian Duoduo's points skyrocketed, and every traitor disciple who was unfortunately on stage beat him with a punch, which made Wang Shier's mouth twitch. Because Qian Duoduo's punching technique was very sophisticated, he was all practiced by bullying himself when he was a child.

"Canglang No. 185, arena No. 1." The voice of the deacon disciple rang.

I saw a man carrying a long sword landing on the ring.

"Canglang, that's the number one disciple of the errand last year. I have to see now."

"What a handsome and elegant man! Senior Brother Cang, I love you!"

"Senior Brother Cang, come on!"

Many female disciples screamed excitedly on the field, which made the male monks on the side very unhappy and shouted: "Come on Qian Duoduo, the hammer will be over."

"Yes, hammer him away." The male disciples around him agreed.

The female disciples were willing to fall behind and began to cheer for the male gods in their minds.

On the ring, Canglang looked at Qian Duoduo who was regulating his breathing seriously and said, "My name is Canglang, and I am the first in the assessment last year. In terms of physical strength, I am not as good as you, but I will beat you to the point."

Qian Duoduo woke up from breathing adjustment. After several battles, the Immortal Star Light flowed in his body. He found that his strength was surging as if he would not be tired.

Qian Duoduo stood up and waved his hand, looked at Canglang's fair face and said, "I still said the same thing, I can't fight. If you get too heavy, you will cry."

Canglang's mouth twitched, his face darkened, and he drew out the long sword like lightning, and a sword light slashed at Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo jumped over and avoided the corners of his mouth, thinking that there was finally a character who could practice. Then he instantly jumped into the air and rushed towards Canglang. His strength was his body. If he wanted to take the initiative, he had to face it head-on.

Canglang didn't understand Qian Duoduo's intentions, so he summoned the flying sword and stabbed it out.

Tang Qian silently followed the No. 1 ring, shook his head gently, thinking that he should save this mortal boy in the next moment. If the body of a mortal is hitting a flying sword, he will seek death.

But the next scene surprised him.

Qian Duoduo's right fist rose into a hazy red light and met Canglang's sharp flying sword. Then everyone saw Canglang's flying sword shattered in an instant, and Qian Duoduo's fist fell heavily on Canglang.

Fortunately, the power of the flying sword offset a lot of Qian Duoduo's fist strength, and this fist just hammered him to the ground.

Qian Duoduo bullied himself up very unconscientiously. Sitting on Canglang's body, he began to arch his left and right, fists to his face, making Canglang's nose and swollen face. Where did he have the graceful gentleman attitude just now? Qian Duoduo naturally controlled his strength. What if he was beaten to death, what should he do?

"Are you convinced?" Qian Duoduo asked while calling.

"I don't accept it." The angry voice of Canglang came from under him.

Qian Duoduo fisted over and said, "I don't agree! I don't agree! I'm so fucking the same temper as Wang Shier!"

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Qian Duoduo rode on Canglang and said while hammering, as if he was fighting like a street servant. He was so arrogant that he was as a master as before? And Wang Shier's face on the cloud platform was already terrifyingly black.

Canglang, who is also a body-refining monk, has naturally the strength of his body like steel bars and iron bones, but this cannot withstand Qian Duoduo's shameless slap in the face. He felt distressed in his heart, but how could he, who has always been arrogant, bow his head like this shameless person?

The deacon disciple stood on the cloud platform to supervise, and he was neither advancing nor retreating. Neither of these two people was convinced by each other, so we could not just judge him casually, right?
Chapter completed!