Chapter 1133 The Third Round of Competition

Chapter 1133 The third round of competition

Without wasting time, the third round of competition continued.

There is still no new round of drawing, and participants will use their original personal numbers and arena numbers.

Because the number of people was already very small, just a moment after the first round of competition started, Duanmuxue rushed to his No. 3 ring, and her opponent was a middle-aged man in a green robe.

There was still not much suspense in this round of competition. Duanmuxue quickly used her purple sword to kill the green-robed man off the ring, successfully gaining the qualification to visit the Soul Sacrifice Ceremony.

As soon as Duanmuxue came down from the ring, Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng rushed onto the No. 3 and No. 1 rings respectively to enter the competition.

Such a scene made Qin Yi and Duanmuxue sweat secretly. Duanmuxue and Zhao Yuting both belong to the No. 3 arena. There is only one game left before the two of them will face off. If they really let them In the duel between the two, this situation is really quite tricky.

In fact, when the white-robed deacons called names to compete in the ring, they were not called randomly, but based on a certain calculation method.

The match between Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng didn't have much suspense. They just knocked their opponents off the ring.

So far, among the four of them, Duanmuxue, Zhao Yuting, and Lu Yuesheng have successfully obtained the qualifications to visit the soul sacrifice ceremony, leaving Qin Yi alone.

If he also defeats his opponent in the third round, then all four of them will be qualified to visit the Soul Sacrifice Ceremony.

Not long after Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng competed, the deacon in white robe called Qin Yi: "No. 8, Arena No. 2!"

"Haha, that boy from Kyushu Continent appears again!"

As Qin Yi stood on the No. 2 ring, the surroundings were noisy again as expected.

"His opponent must be me!"

"Let me go up there, this is the last chance to beat him into a real piece of cow dung!"

"Opportunities must be reserved for the strong, and I am confident that I am a strong person!"

"..."

Now, there are only about ten people left in Arena No. 2 who have not yet entered the arena to compete.

Looking at the young man standing proudly on the No. 2 ring, each of these ten people had piercing eyes and fierce fighting spirit. Judging from their appearance, it seemed that they would swarm up in the next second. Beat that boy from Kyushu Continent into a real pile of cow dung.

In this regard, there was always a calm look on the young man's handsome face. He glanced around slowly, and was slightly stunned. Among the crowd outside the Xuanwu branch, he saw a familiar and beautiful little face. The face jumped into his sight.

"Ye Ling'er actually came here to watch the game."

Obviously, Ye Ling'er's games in other venues were over and she came here to watch the excitement.

Catching Qin Yi's gaze, Ye Ling'er in the crowd immediately waved her white and tender hands towards him excitedly: "Brother Cow Dung, hehe, come on!"

"No. 32, go to ring No. 2 to compete!"

As the deacon announced the number, the eyes of everyone around him began to search among the crowd again.

"Damn it, who is No. 32, so lucky!"

"Fuck, why not me?"

There was a sound of reluctance, and the faces of those who were not No. 32 were filled with indignation.

"No. 32, it's me!"

Suddenly, a powerful voice slowly came from the crowd.

Everyone was startled, and their eyes followed the voice. They saw that the person who spoke was a young man wearing a red vest. This young man's figure was unusually tall, compared to Dao He of the Kyushu Holy See. King, it’s still a bit higher.

He stood up and glanced proudly. Everyone around him immediately felt an invisible pressure, and felt like they couldn't breathe.

"I'm very happy that lady luck is on my side and gave me the opportunity to compete with No. 8."

Obviously, this young man has always been very eager to fight Qin Yi. Now that he finally got this opportunity, he seemed extremely excited.

"Whether the goddess of luck is looking for you or the goddess of misfortune is looking for you, it's hard to say."

Zhao Yuting, who was not far away, looked at the young man with interest, smiled slightly, and murmured in a low voice.

Duanmuxue and Lu Yuesheng beside her looked at the young man, and they seemed to be looking at the funny guy invited by a monkey!

"My name is Wu Feng, please remember my name. Next, I, Wu Feng, will step onto the No. 2 ring and beat the boy from Kyushu Continent standing there into a real pile of cow dung. "

Wu Feng slapped his chest loudly, his face full of confidence: "I believe that many people here have already held back their energy and want to beat him up. It's okay." People who are too handsome are always annoying. You believe me, in the next competition, I will definitely live up to your high expectations. I will beat that boy's handsome face into a ball of anger. Cow dung!”

"Wu Feng, work hard and fulfill your promise!"

"Go on, beat him into a pile of cow dung!"

"..."

There was a roar like a wave inside and outside the court, and many people cast their eager eyes on Wu Feng.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wu Feng raised his huge head slightly, with a look of pride on his face. At this moment, he even felt that he was shouldering a glorious mission.

After a while, when I complete this "glorious" mission, there will definitely be cheers from all around. At that time, I will bear the halo of a hero and become a hero in the eyes of the world.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng was immediately filled with endless expectations for the next game. He couldn't wait to gain the aura of a hero.

"Wu Feng, are you a joke invited by the monkey? If you want to fight, hurry up and fight. If you don't want to fight, just admit defeat. Why are you whining?"

On Arena No. 2, Qin Yi looked at Wu Feng under the arena and smiled helplessly.

Um?

As Qin Yi said these words, the whole place became quiet for an instant, almost audible, and everyone had strange expressions on their faces.

Wu Feng was stunned there, with the corner of his mouth twitching violently, and his bulging chest rising and falling violently.

"Pfft!"

A sweet laugh broke the silence on the field, and it was Ye Ling'er in the crowd.

I saw her covering her mouth with her hands, giggling and laughing, so happy.

"Did I hear wrongly? This young man from Jiuzhou Continent actually said that Wu Feng was a joke invited by the monkey?"

Someone came back to his senses and asked cautiously.

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