The God of War Challenging Heaven

“My grass, what the hell is going on here? ”

Previously, the males who wanted the white robe girl to beat Qin Yi into a real pile of cow shit all had the feeling of wearing 10,000 arrows. As a result, it was difficult for them to accept.

The girl in the white robe, who looked weak, was still defeated by the teenager.

“It doesn't matter. Isn't there a third round? The girl in the white robe, who failed to defeat the boy, was probably giving me a chance to destroy him. ”

“Yes, there is a third round, and I hope the third round will be me! ”

“It has to be me, or I'll say that, and then I'll punch him to death! ”

“ …… ”

After a while of regret, the males began to expect a lot from the third round.

Anyway, they want the teenager from Kyushu, the handsome face, to be beaten up into real cow shit.

Qin Yi ignored the surrounding voices, and returned in diameter to the three people of Tuanmuxue, Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng.

“Qin Yi, what happened to you on the ring with that white girl? ”

Tianjin snow frowned, slightly raised, confused to ask.

Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng beside him will also look at Qin Yi with curiosity.

As long as one can see, the battle between Qin Yi and the White Robe Girl just now was somewhat strange. Although Qin Yi did not carry out the Seven Types of Celestial Demons in the first war, it seems that he has also demonstrated his true strength.

This is a rare situation.

And the girl in the white robe ended up defeated, but she was very relaxed.

“That is an imperial mighty man. ”

Touched his nose, Qin Yi said faintly.

Ah...

Emperor Taoist!

Tamyu Xue and Zhao Yuting both, the tempting red mouth, is all a piece of ground, chin shattered ground, even Lu Yuesheng, the natural cool man, the face of the knife sharpening, is obviously past a strong shock color.

“Although she was an Imperial Daoist, she deliberately suppressed it until the beginning of the Eighth Realm when she tried it against me, but her strong roots and battle experience were still there, so it was still a bit difficult for me to win that war, which made me almost even put on the Seventh Style of the Celestial Demon. ”

Qin Yi continued.

“Then who is she, an Imperial Daoist, and why did she show up at this Xuanmu station to qualify for the Soul Festival? Even intentionally suppressing yourself to defeat you? ”

Zhao Yuting's eyes glanced at Xiu Mi.

“This is also my confused question, who is this man? Why would she be here, would it be detrimental to our operation? ”

Spit out gently, the appearance of the white robe woman completely exceeds their expectations, making the whole thing become a puzzle fan.

The three games on the ring are still going on. However, without Qin Yi's games, the scene seemed a lot colder.

Another hour later, the second round, was completely over. On each stage, more than 20 people were eliminated and more than 20 were promoted to the third round.

The third round of the tournament will take place on each stage, among more than two dozen promotions. The winner will be eligible for the Soul Festival tour after 15 years, the loser and the outgoing.

There was no delay, and the third round went on.

There is still no new round of drawing of lots and contestants will use their original number and stage number.

Because the number of people was already small, it was only a short while before the start of the round, and Tateki Snow rushed to his third stage, and her opponent, a middle-aged man in a robe.

There was still not much suspense in this round of competition, and soon with her purple sword, the man in the robe was dried off the stage and successfully qualified for the Soul Festival.

Daimu Xue just got off the ring, Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng rushed to the third ring and the first ring, respectively, to enter the competition.

This scenario, which allowed Qin Yi and Tang Mu Xue, is a covert pinch of sweat, Tang Mu Xue and Zhao Yuting, both belong to platform 3, only one game is missing, the two of them, the two of them, if it is true to let the two of them face each other, this situation is really difficult.

In fact, the White Robe Deacon named the ring contest, not randomly, but according to a certain calculation method.

The competition between Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng, without much suspense, was to blow their respective opponents down the stage.

So far, the four of them, Tamyu Xue, Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng, all successfully earned the qualifications to visit the Soul Festival, leaving Qin Yi alone.

If he also defeats his opponent in the third round, then all four will be eligible to visit the Soul Festival.

Shortly after the competition between Zhao Yuting and Lu Yuesheng, the deacon in a white robe called Qin Yi: “Number 8, stage 2! ”

“Ha ha, the teenager from Kyushu is back! ”

As Qin Yi stood on stage 2, there was another unexpected noise.

“His opponent, must be me! ”

“Let me up, this is the last chance to beat him up into real cow shit! ”

“Opportunities must be left to the strong, and I, confident, am a strong man! ”

“ …… ”

Now, there are more than a dozen players left who belong to the ring 2 and have not yet entered the ring.

Looking at the arrogant teenager standing on stage 2, each of these ten people, staring at the fierce war intentions, looking at them, it seemed that the next second, they were going to flock up and beat the teenager from Kyushu mainland into a real cow shit.

In this regard, Junior Junyi's face was constantly rubbing his face. His eyes slowly swept around him, and he was slightly stunned. He could only see a familiar and delicate little face in the crowd outside Xuanwu branch, leaping into his sight.

“Ye Linger actually came here to watch the game. ”

Obviously, Ye Linger came here to watch the festivities after the rest of the game.

Touching Qin Yi's eyes, Ye Linger in the crowd waved his little white hand at him with excitement: "Brother Niu Shi, hip, come on! ”

“Thirty-two, on stage two! ”

With the deacon announcing this number, the eyes of the people around them looked up again in the crowd.

“My grass, who's number 32, so lucky! ”

“Fuck, why not me? ”

A whiff of frustration sounded, and those who were not contestants number 32, one face at a time, were full of outrage.

“Number 32, it's me! ”

All of a sudden, a loud voice, in the crowd, came slowly.

Everyone glanced at the voice, only to see the speaker, a young man in a red vest, the young man's body, unusually, uh, tall, a few points higher than that of the Knife River King of the Holy See of Kyushu.

He stood up and slowly swept his eyes with pride. Everyone around him immediately felt an invisible pressure and could not breathe.

“I am very pleased that the Lucky Goddess is on my side, giving me the chance to compete with No. 8. ”

Obviously, this young man, too, has always been very eager to fight Qin Yi, when he finally got this opportunity and looked extremely excited.

“Whether the lucky goddess has found you or the unlucky goddess has found you, it's hard to say. ”

Not far away, Zhao Yuting, quite interesting to look at the young man, a shallow smile, whispering.

She was surrounded by Yuzuki Lu and Yuesheng Lu, who looked at the young man and seemed to be watching a monkey invite comedy!

“My name is Wu Feng, please remember my name. Next, I, Wu Feng, will put on stage 2 and beat the teenager who is now standing there from Kyushu mainland into real cow shit. ”

Wu Feng slapped his breasts, his face was full of confidence: “I believe that many people here have held their stomachs long ago, want to beat him up hard, nothing too good-looking people are always annoying, believe me, I will not fail your high hopes for the next contest, I will beat that handsome boy's face into an angry cow shit! ”

“Wu Feng, work hard and fulfill your promise! ”

“Go, beat him to shit! ”

“ …… ”

Outside the field, there was a wave of shouting, and many people, with keen eyes, cast their eyes on Wu Feng.

Bearing the eyes of all, Wu Feng raised his big head slightly and put an arrogant color on his face. At this moment, he even felt himself with a glorious mission.

Soon, when you complete this “glorious” mission, there will be a sound of praise around you, and then you will be a hero in the eyes of the world.

With this in mind, Wu Fengtong was filled with endless expectations for the next game, and he was eager to get the halo of a hero.

“Wu Feng, are you a monkey invited to tease? If you want to fight, get up and fight. If you don't fight, you just admit you lost. Why are you grinding? ”

On the ring 2, Qin Yi looked at Wu Feng under the ring and smiled helplessly.

Mm-hmm.

As Qin Yi said this, the whole scene, that quiet, almost smelly needle drop, all people, are strange color.

Wu Feng stood there, his mouth corner, violently smoked, on the drum chest, a fierce rise and fall.

“Pfft! ”

A smile broke the silence on the field, and it was Ye Linger in the crowd.

I just saw her hand covering her mouth, eating and smiling, so unhappy.

“Am I wrong, this teenager from Kyushu mainland, to say that Wu Feng is a monkey invited comedian? ”

Someone came back to God and asked carefully.