Three Hundred and Seventy-Seven Chapters Sit Again

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Seeing the other party's wooden sword dancing like a silver snake, he rushed forward.

Without any fanfare, Chen Jing suddenly stabbed forward with the wooden stick in his hand.

"Puff~"

The wooden stick flew into the air, and what Chen Mingsi greeted was a straight sword strike.

The sharp wooden sword was covered by a golden light, no less than any fine iron or pure steel. The blade met the wooden stick and passed through it, splitting the wooden stick in half instantly.

Under the arena, many onlookers saw this, and they all laughed and sighed.

"This foreigner thinks he is very powerful. It was just luck that he was able to advance to the next level."

"I'm going to be in the finals, I'm afraid I'm going to lose the first game."

"Of course, the gap between him and a real master is simply too obvious."

"Chen Mingsi's spirit line has been refined to 75 centimeters long ago. This outsider is only 51 centimeters. Why fight him?"

Amidst the divergent opinions, Chen Mingsi's Fumo Sword suddenly unfolded like a peacock's tail in the arena, and forced it in front of Chen Jing seven times in a row.

After retreating again and again, Chen Jing actually used the trick he used during the audition—suddenly hitting the ground with a punch.

There was a slight tremor, making it difficult to keep one's feet steady.

But Chen Mingsi is Chen Mingsi after all, not a weak chicken like audition. When he was shaking on the ground, he immediately jumped up and struck with a sword.

And Chen Jing saw the timing, he didn't know when he was holding half a log. After a burst of blue light spread from his left arm, the wood stretched rapidly, becoming thick and long.

He pushed the wooden stick to the ground, and walked in the opposite direction.

Chen Mingsi floated his sword, walking in mid-air, and his movements were extremely gorgeous. It's like a sword coming to the west, flying immortals from the sky.

With the support of the wooden stick, Chen Jing kept his back against the ground, as if he had slipped under his abdomen.

Just when the two were about to "swipe" past each other, Chen Jing raised the wooden stick, swept it 180 degrees, and threw it precisely on Chen Mingsi's body.

Chen Mingsi was knocked to the ground by this stick.

After that, Chen Jing moved forward with his footwork, and chased after him with a wooden stick.

Chen Mingsi stood up like a carp, and just as he was about to distance himself, he felt that his neck had been held up by a wooden stick.

Looking back, the wooden stick was obviously held in Chen Jing's hand.

In the situation just now, the comparison is actually the ability to respond.

Now that the Achilles' heel has been blocked, it means that the outcome has been decided.

"I lost." Chen Mingsi sighed and put down the wooden sword.

On the electronic screen behind, Chen Mingsi's name was instantly crossed out by a red line.

And after Chen Jing put away the wooden stick, suddenly his left hand merged into a sword finger, and he raised it up to the sky.

——Making this gesture means that he is going to sit in the village again!

This scene made the already noisy crowd almost boil.

"Being in the manor, he actually became the manor."

"This outsider actually beat Chen Mingsi,

He still has to sit in the manor! It's crazy. "

"This is not an audition, and you dare to sit in the manor."

During the audition, there were not a few people who sat on the bank, especially this year, there were almost seventy or eighty people who sat on the bank.

But it is a rare thing to be the dealer in the finals.

Because the finals are not like the audition, the 300 winners of the finals are all selected from the survival of the fittest among thousands of people.

How can there be a generation of people who are indiscriminate? Each of them is genuine.

Under such circumstances, those who still dare to sit in the bank are either inflated or stupid.

"Damn, although I see him very upset, I have to say that I admire his courage."

"Dare to sit on the bank in the finals, isn't this the first case in the past five or six years?"

"Yes, it was Chen Minghan who dared to sit in the finals last time. But what kind of person is Chen Minghan, and this Chen Jing dares to imitate him even if he doesn't care how much he weighs?"

While the crowd was sighing, even the supervisor could not help reminding: "Chen Jing, do you really want to sit in the manor? But have you thought it through?"

"That's right." Chen Jing nodded and said, "Drawing lots is too troublesome, it's better to just sit in the dealership."

"Since you are sure, don't regret it. There are only five rounds in the finals. If you win to the end, you can enter the second round of the finals again."

If they can still win this time, then they won't have to participate in the 300 selection, and will directly enter the next round, where they will compete with the top 30 from the previous round.

"I'll meet you for a while."

As soon as the elder's words fell, a person jumped up on the arena.

His name was instantly displayed on the electronic screen——[Chen Mingkang] (the 91-centimeter line of Qi-refining Xiaocheng Ling, the fate of the fire of the five elements)

The top 300 selected from thousands of people really had a lot of strong people.

This Chen Mingkang was one of the top 40 players in the last competition.

He chose to play at this time, probably because he wanted to give Chen Jing some color.

After taking the stage, he started to move, with five fingers spread out, and flames flew all over the sky, like sparrows flying in groups.

He led the flock of sparrows with his hand, and with a sweep, the flock of sparrows thumped towards Chen Jing.

Chen Jing held the wooden stick in his hand, danced like a whirlwind, and suddenly broke the wooden stick into more than ten pieces. Then it shot down in different directions. For the last time, Chen Jing squatted down and pressed his left hand on the ground, arousing his spiritual power.

In an instant, streaks of green spiritual power mixed with Gang Qi spread out like a spider web, and then the logs that he threw down before suddenly formed stakes, growing bigger and thicker from the ground, They also form a connection with each other, as if forming a wooden prison.

As soon as this situation appeared, Chen Mingkang's actions were restricted. At least the prison made it difficult for him to move around.

Afterwards, Chen Jing waved his fist recklessly, rushed forward arrogantly, and chased and hit the opponent with ten times of force.

Chen Mingkang wants to use fire to burn these logs, but fire and wood are not directly incompatible.

The fire can burn wood because the water has completely evaporated. If it is a twig, it is very difficult to catch fire.

When Chen Mingkang saw him rushing towards him, he could only step on the prison and jump away if he wanted to avoid it.

But just as he jumped up, Chen Jing suddenly changed his moves!

Even Chen Jing laughed, as if he was just waiting for him to make such a move.

[Hundred birds facing the phoenix spear · head start style]!

Whoosh~

Chen Jing suddenly shot a wooden stick, predicted the location, and shot out with his hand.

Boom~

Chen Mingkang just bumped into it when he jumped over, and was stabbed by the stick.

Then Chen Mingkang fell to the ground.

Chen Jing rushed forward and hit the ground with a fist.

When Chen Mingkang just landed on the ground, the shocking power of the boxing directly sent Chen Mingkang flying.

Then he punched fiercely and swung towards Chen Mingkang's fleshy buttocks.

Boom!

There was only a muffled sound.

Chen Mingkang flew out of the arena like a rocket.

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