Chapter 27 Can trash also win? Are you kidding
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"Senior sister, please believe me."
Zhang Yuan slipped his right hand and took the opportunity to hold Lu Xueqi's little hand, his tone was sincere and very easy Convincing.
Lu Xueqi's heart trembled for a second, and her face turned red when she felt the warmth from her palms. I don't know why, but by some strange combination of circumstances, I chose to believe Zhang Yuan.
that's all.
The bet is established.
Zhang Yuan took the order issued by Du Bishu and walked happily towards the ring. Du Bishu is such a good man that he actually wanted to give me 100 dragon-slaying swords. He is more likable than the boy who gave me money. I just don’t know if Du Bishu can pay the compensation. If he can’t pay the compensation, meat compensation is not bad, and he can make cows and horses for me.
Du Bishu was also very happy. In his eyes, Zhang Yuan is a loser.
This dragon-slaying sword is like giving it away for free.
Zhang Yuan is really a money-giving boy, there is no way he can stop him. You must give me the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
What a joy.
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Zhang Yuan came to the ring with the word "Zhen", said hello to the elder in charge of the referee, then walked onto the ring and stood quietly in the center of the ring, Quietly waiting for the arrival of your opponent.
At the same time.
As he stood on the stage, the whispers of the disciples in the audience could be heard.
"Isn't that Qingyun a loser? He actually stood on the ring. I just hope he won't be knocked down later."
"I don't know where he got the courage. How dare you stand in the ring."
"I bet all my fortune on Zhang Yuan. If nothing happens, a huge fortune will fall into my hands later."
< br>Dang!
Suddenly there was a crisp sound of bells. This was the sound coming from the big cauldron at Tongtian Peak. It was very loud. Once this sound sounds, it means that the competition in the ring has officially begun.
Zhang Yuan raised his head and looked forward.
It turns out that at some point, a strange man stood on the ring. He must be his opponent this time, Quan Ye.
The other party looks fierce, fat and meaty, like a scar.
The characteristics are very obvious.
A bit too tough.
"Xiao Zhufeng, disciple, Zhang Yuan, please give me some advice." Zhang Yuan said calmly.
"Longshoufeng, disciple, Quan Ye, please advise."
The two of them bowed and held hands with each other as a greeting to each other.
"Let's get started!" The elder who acted as a referee sighed softly. This is probably the easiest referee job I have ever had. Zhang Yuan is not only useless, but also a blind man who cannot see. I am afraid that the battle will be over before it even begins.
Although the elders have announced the start of the game.
But neither Zhang Yuan nor Quan Ye moved.
Zhang Yuan doesn’t think it’s necessary. As a blind man, his trump card must be 100 million points strong. Don’t they all think I’m a piece of trash? Then slowly refresh their understanding. rest assured! I will be a blind man who will shock everyone.
As for Quan Ye?
He didn’t want to do anything.
Zhang Yuan is recognized as a waste, and he probably doesn't even have the fourth level of Yuqing realm. If he takes action, he will inevitably end up with a reputation as a bully. But if you don't take action, you won't be able to win the battle, and it's easy for others to say that you are worse than useless.
So...the best way is for Zhang Yuan to admit defeat himself.
"Junior brother Zhang Yuan, you are no match for me. I will give you a courtesy and you can admit defeat on your own. This will prevent both of us from being unhappy in the end."
"Don't worry." As long as you are willing to give me this face, I will not take advantage of you in vain. From now on, we will be friends. If you need help in Qingyun Gate, you can come to me."
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Quan Ye also spoke very well. On the one hand, he vaguely asked Zhang Yuan to admit defeat, and on the other hand, he compensated in his own way. This solution of mutual saving of face is more acceptable.
However, he made a mistake.
It is true that Zhang Yuan is blind, but he is the most hidden blind man, the most dangerous blind man in the world, a blind man who wants to win the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Championship.
“Let’s stop talking nonsense and get started!”
Zhang Yuan was too lazy to talk to the other party. After saying this, Quan Ye took advantage of Quan Ye’s unpreparedness and kicked the ground with his feet. , the whole person rushed towards Quan Ye at an extremely fast speed.
Quan Ye was already taking it lightly, and he was unprepared just now. After all, who would have thought that a blind man could be so fast?
Now being attacked by Zhang Yuan, I can't even react.
Quan Ye leaned to the left with all his strength.
In this way, you can avoid Zhang Yuan's attack, and you can also take the opportunity to control Zhang Yuan and end this boring battle.
However.
However, Zhang Yuan predicted Quan Ye's prediction and used the Dragon-Slaying Sword early and waited here.
Quan Ye used all his strength to hide to the left. Looking at it, it was as if he had taken the initiative to send his own neck up to Zhang Yuan to chop it.
When he reacted again.
There is no way to avoid it.
The dragon-slaying sword was placed on Quan Ye's neck.
Quan Ye felt the cold breath coming from his neck. The breath was so sharp that it seemed like it could slice open a giant dragon, leaving a faint tingling sensation in his neck.
His face became very ugly, and his heart was filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
Damn it!
How could this happen?
Just now Zhang Yuan actually made a sneak attack. Forget about the sneak attack, I actually bumped into the Dragon Slayer Sword?
Isn't Zhang Yuan blind?
How could you see where I was hiding?
Are you pretending to be blind?
Or...? ? ?
Coincidence!
It must be a coincidence.
Just luck.
The more Quan Ye thought about it, the angrier he became, and his face turned livid with anger. If he had been more serious just now, he would not have given Zhang Yuan a chance to make a sneak attack, and he would not have lost.
It's not that he can't accept failure, or that he can't afford to lose, but that he can't accept such an aggrieved failure. Who can understand the frustration of having so much cultivation but being unable to use it, and yet losing to a useless person?
“Holy shit!”
"Did I get dazzled just now? Quan Ye from Longshou Peak actually lost to that good-for-nothing Zhang Yuan. It seemed like he bumped into Zhang Yuan's sword."
"Damn! This is too magical! Although it is said that monks have spiritual thoughts and can sense the surrounding scenery, which is no different from eyes, Zhang Yuan did not show any cultivation just now. How is it possible to have spiritual thoughts? "
"It must be luck."
"That trash was really lucky. Did you see that Zhang Yuan didn’t even know how to wield a sword, he just used brute force to lift the sword, and then Quan Ye hit it by himself.”
"I don't know why! When I saw Zhang Yuan's appearance just now, I felt that he was not blind, or that he was a blind man who had already cultivated spiritual thoughts. Otherwise, how could he explain such a magical thing?"
Quan Ye heard the stage Hearing the disciple's whispers, his whole body instantly became red and warm, and his chest bulged with anger. Special code! I can't accept it at all. I lost to Qingyun Waste, so I'm not even as good as Qingyun Waste?
Quan Ye wants to do it again.
If he does it again, he will never lose.
However, he felt a faint stinging pain in his neck and did not dare to make any rash move.
(End of this chapter)