Chapter 284 Big Team
In reality.
In the scene reflected in the mirror, Jin Yan lay on the ground, clutching his throat with a stab wound, twitching and dissipating into smoke.
Beside him, Fu Qingzhou smiled and saluted, picked up the long knife and left.
At the same time, Jin Yan on the stage groaned and woke up. His eyes were full of unwillingness and annoyance, and he clenched his fist and hammered the ground hard.
"This golden banquet is really ignorant..."
The audience in the audience whispered: "How dare you challenge Fu Qingzhou?"
"But he also gave Fu Shaoxia a chance, didn't he? Without him , I am afraid that Fu Shaoxia will encounter a strange beast soon."
"But this is not a solution. Fu Qingzhou is so famous, who dares to attack him? If you let him go, it's only a matter of time before he encounters a strange beast."
"Hey, do you think he can beat that strange beast?"
The audience was discussing intensely, and several judges on the judging stage were also discussing in low voices.
"Leader Jiang."
Xiong Shao whispered: "If Fu Shaoxia is eliminated for not fighting, wouldn't it be an injustice?"
"Haha, Xiong Chief escort, you can’t say that.”
The person who answered was not Jiang Baichuan, but the smiling Kong Ling: “It is Fu Shaoxia’s own choice to become famous before the conference; others avoid it. No fight, but if Fu Shaoxia is willing to pursue, those young people will not be able to escape. This is also his own choice."
"This predicament was not forced by others. Everything was caused by himself, so how can he say that he is unjust?"
After hearing his words, Xiong Shao nodded slightly.
Jiang Baichuan also smiled and said: "What Brother Kong said is absolutely true. When traveling in the world, the difficulties you encounter are not only surrounded by powerful enemies and enemies chasing after you. After you become famous, how do you stick to your original intention and pursue your ambitions?" Maintaining balance is also a big test."
Zhao Hao shook his fan and said leisurely: "I am very interested. If this kid has no other choice, will he kill others by force?"< br>
A few people were talking, but they were suddenly attracted by the scene displayed in another mirror.
Is that Ning Wushu...and Yuanzhen?
The two of them were actually running away!
In the mirror, Ning Wushu and Yuan Zhen were performing Qing Kung at the same time. Their body skills and foot strength were equally matched, and they ran wildly through the canyon and dense forest together.
Behind and beside them, there were dozens of people attacking them!
“What’s going on with these people?!”
Ning Wushu ran away and asked loudly: "How many people have you provoked?!"
Beside him, Yuan Zhen looked relatively calm and smiled: "It's not that the little monk provoked them. Instead, these donors gathered together to keep warm, presumably because they planned to gather enough people to deal with all opponents."
As he spoke, several arrows were shot from behind, but they were not bows. But crossbow arrows!
Among the people chasing them, there were two or three people who were equipped with strange armors. There were many gears on the surface of the armor, and there were large crossbows attached to the arm armor. The crossbow arrows came from Shot out of their hands.
“It’s from the Shenji Sect!”
Ning Wushu shouted while turning around and shooting a few arrows, knocking down those fierce crossbow arrows.
But this undoubtedly slowed down her escape. At this moment, several young heroes jumped out of the surrounding area. They had different weapons and did not cooperate with each other tacitly, but they were victorious because of their strong fighting spirit. , profound cultivation!
In an instant, several sword qi and sword qi came sharply. Ning Wushu frowned, snorted, and hung the big bow back on his body like lightning with one hand, while the other hand fiercely He drew his saber.
Crack!
The sword roared like thunder, and the terrifying sword intention mixed with the blood of military skills spread out, violently swinging away the incoming weapons, and even wiped out bloody sword marks on the bodies of several incoming heroes. , causing them to scream in pain and retreat.
But this sword slowed down Ning Wushu again.
In the blink of an eye, more people swooped towards her, and dozens of weapons flashed towards her with cold light!
Ning Wushu's pupils were condensed, but a smile appeared on his face. The hand holding the knife sank, and he exhaled gently, as if he was preparing to fight.
At this moment, a silent and invisible thunder suddenly flashed away in front of everyone.
"Ahhh!" The heroes who rushed towards them covered their heads and screamed and fell to the ground.
Ning Wushu's eyes lit up and he turned to look at Yuan Zhen who was not far away.
Yuanzhen held a broad knife in his hand, exhaled gently, and said with a smile: "We don't have much time, and the young monk's technique of annihilating ignorance is incomplete..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"< br>
Ning Wushu immediately stood up and continued to run: "Run away quickly!"
This scene undoubtedly caught the attention of all viewers and judges in real life.
“These people are quite powerful!”
All the people in the world exclaimed: “With so many people gathered, even Monk Yuan Zhen didn’t dare to confront them head on!”< br>
“And that woman...didn’t you realize that that woman is also very powerful?”
“Look at her, carrying a big bow and a knife, how can she be the same as Fu Qingzhou? ?”
"I remembered! She is Ning Wushu! The general of the Northern Xinjiang Army!"
"Who is so powerful that he can gather so many people? As long as these people do not engage in internal strife, I am afraid that 80% of them will I can survive until the end.”
This question also arises in the minds of the judges.
All of them, with slightly bright eyes, searched back and forth in the mirror above the big stage, trying to see who had accomplished such a powerful thing.
Jiang Baichuan understood and waved his sleeves.
The next moment, a certain mirror suddenly became much larger, and the scene inside also attracted everyone's attention.
"Stop chasing, you can't catch up."
It was a clear and pleasant female voice: "If we want to capture Ning Wushu and Yuanzhen, we will have to lose a lot of men. It's not worth it. Regroup the team and go in another direction."
"No problem, Qiu Nuxia, everything is up to you," someone responded.
Qiu Chan!
It was Qiu Chan who gathered a large number of people in a very short time.
She stood on the branches of a big tree, looking at the fleeing backs of Ning Wushu and Yuan Zhen from a distance, then lowered her head, looked at the regrouped hands on her side, and smiled slightly.
“The Wulin League wants to elect candidates for the Hundred Heroes, but I have to assemble a group of mediocre people and lead them to break through!” Isn’t it a joke? Hehe..."
Qiu Chan smiled slightly, lowered his head, and said loudly: "Everyone who failed to fight with those two people just now, choose your opponent to give it a try. Let yourself be free, otherwise no one can save you when strange beasts come. ”
After saying that, she turned her attention to the people around her: "You guys, come and fight with me!"
In a blink of an eye, this group of people were in the dense forest, competing with each other like close classmates. The competition started, and the ping-pong-pong game was very lively.
“Can it be like this?!”
In reality, the eyes of all the people in the world were wide-eyed.
On the judging stage, Master Jingming asked softly: "Is that Bai He's disciple?"
"Yes."
Zhao Hao shook his fan and said helplessly: "We sent a lot of posts to Ziqi Fairy Wind Temple, but it seems that she is the only one who came."
"Reasonable Using the rules, no one can blame her." Song Jinyu, vice president of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce, said calmly: "But in this way, I am afraid that many strong players will be eliminated by this large team."
Jiang. Baichuan caressed his short beard: "Don't worry, just keep reading."
As he said that, he slowly turned his gaze to the mirror reflecting Fu Qingzhou again.
At this time, Fu Qingzhou was lying under a small cliff, half of his head sticking out, watching the fight on the bank of the small river dozens of steps below.
(End of this chapter)