Chapter 293 Hundred Heroes
“Huh...huh...”
Fu Qingzhou half-knelt on the ground, with only one hand holding the long knife and supporting it on the ground. His whole body was already gone. strength.
The blood dripping from his forehead blinded his eyes, and he could not see clearly what was in front of him.
Naturally, the golden characters in the sky could not be seen clearly and finally came to "One Hundred".
Jiang Baichuan's voice resounded in the night sky, but Fu Qingzhou had just been severely slapped on the head by Kanfang's tail in order to save Qiu Chan. At this time, his tinnitus was severe and he couldn't hear any words.
When the dizziness hit him, he even thought he was about to faint...
Until the next moment, the smoker's voice actually sounded in his mind!
"Hahahaha, Mr. Fu, you can't do it. It's just such a simple trial, top 100! You actually fought so hard, that's it? That's it?"
" ?”
Fu Qingzhou was in a trance for a while, and then he realized that the blood stains in front of his eyes were gone, and his empty left arm could also feel, but there was a numb and tingling feeling. The fatigue in his body, the severe pain from everywhere... all disappeared.
"So, it's over?"
He blinked hard, and then bit by bit he pulled out of the terrifying life-and-death fight just now.
I was still sitting cross-legged on the big stage, but the stage was already very empty, and most of the young heroes who had been on stage had disappeared.
Jiang Baichuan was saying something on the judges' bench. Fu Qingzhou's mind was still a little confused at this time. He just couldn't understand clearly, but he probably announced the end of the first round of competition or something.
Soon, Jiang Baichuan finished speaking, and thunderous applause and cheers began to ring out from the audience!
A group of Wulin League disciples quickly stepped onto the stage, opened the boxes containing silver ingots, and quickly placed them on large plates covered with red cloth.
One thousand taels of silver, whether they are heavy or light, these Wulin League disciples hold them in their hands and walk as fast as flying, carefully and carefully place them in front of the "Hundred Heroes" on each stage.
"Young Master Fu? Young Master Fu?"
The soft voice of a martial arts league disciple finally brought Fu Qingzhou back to reality.
He raised his eyes and saw the slightly familiar face in front of him.
“Uh, Senior Brother Zhuang?” Fu Qingzhou vaguely remembered the other party’s last name. He was a disciple of the Wulin Alliance who participated in the siege of Fanyin Temple.
"Yes, it's me."
Senior Brother Zhuang said with a smile: "You are so awesome. The final battle with the four Kanfang made my blood boil... I'll give you ten points It's an honor to have fought alongside you."
As he said that, he put down the silver ingot in his hand: "This is your thousand taels of silver, keep it."
Fu Qingzhou thanked him softly and watched Senior Brother Zhuang leave.
“Thank you, damn thief.”
At this time, Qiu Chan’s voice came from beside him.
Turning around, I saw that she was obviously in a trance, but she also came to her senses and chuckled: "If you hadn't helped me block that last blow, I would have been eliminated."
"It takes a little effort." Fu Qingzhou responded weakly.
Although they were not their real bodies in the illusion, those battles and the extreme tension between life and death were all real, and their souls and spirits were all greatly consumed.
At this time, all the young heroes on the stage who were named the Hundred Heroes were a little confused. After a while, they gradually woke up amidst the applause and cheers.
Finally, some people began to cry with joy, while others smiled calmly, as if they had expected the result.
"Brother!"
Only a shout of joy was heard. It was Tang Jiao who finally found Fu Qingzhou in the crowd and ran towards her like a butterfly, without even taking her That one thousand taels of silver.
Fu Qingzhou barely managed to stand up, and then Tang Jiao jumped into his arms.
"Tsk..."
Qiu Chan on the side said sourly: "It's quite a blessing."
But under the eyes of countless people, Tang Jiao soon became a little shy. He took back his hands and took half a step back. "Hey, Jiaojiao, have you ever cried?" Fu Qingzhou looked at her slightly red eyes and asked.
"It's okay!"
Tang Jiao smiled and rubbed her eyes: "I was a little tired after being chased by the strange beast in the end."
She found Fu Qingzhou, and Wu Changfeng was naturally very happy. Find it quickly.
It’s just that he looked much tired and weaker, looking semi-exhausted.
“Damn it, those guys don’t have martial ethics!”
He cursed and said: "One group after another, everyone wants to kill me, damn, I'm so exhausted!"
Fu Qingzhou also saw Murong Xuan, Kua Ye, Yuan Zhen, and Ning Wu in the crowd. Books... They look much more relaxed.
It seems that powerful people are still powerful after all. No matter how many variables there are in this competition, they can still survive.
In the crowd, he also saw Zuo Lamei's nephew, Lin Qu.
He sat cross-legged on the ground alone, with tears flashing across his cheeks. He was in a daze for a long time, and then he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with some excitement and clenched his fists.
This young brother also managed to survive...
"Brother Fu."
At this time, Yang Liuqing's voice came from behind him.
Fu Qingzhou turned around and saw Yang Liuqing giving him a deep bow: "Thank you."
"Okay, don't be so polite."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and stretched out his hand to help him up: "We are all brothers, there is no need."
"It is necessary." Yang Liuqing said solemnly: "Without Brother Fu, I would not have been able to stay until the end. There will be no further opportunity to compete with the Hundred Heroes.”
“This will be of great benefit to my cultivation path, so I must thank him sincerely.”
Fu Qingzhou laughed and patted him. Shoulder: "If you want to thank me, treat me to a big meal later!"
"Haha, you will be unable to get out of bed for three days!" Yang Liuqing also laughed.
At this time, the hundreds of heroes on the stage gradually came to their senses, and they all gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing. On the judging stage, the smiling Jiang Baichuan finally spoke.
"Everyone, congratulations, you have won the title of Hundred Heroes."
He spoke loudly: "You are exhausted today. If you don't mind, you can rest in our Wulin Alliance. Wulin The League has prepared guest rooms for you... Of course, if you have a better place to rest, you can go there yourself."
As he said that, he said with a smile: "We will still be here in the afternoon after three days. The second round of competition will begin.”
After that, Jiang Baichuan faced the other side, which was the rest area for the young heroes. The eliminated people were all sitting there, and some were looking at the stage. There were faces full of reluctance, some were envious, and some were cheering because their relatives and friends stayed on the stage.
Qu Yi was also in the audience. She looked at Yang Liuqing, Fu Qingzhou and others who were laughing on the stage. She stood up excitedly and clapped her hands, her face turned red. The two senior sisters beside her looked at each other with full eyes. It was my aunt who laughed.
Jiang Baichuan faced them and said with a smile: "Although you have been defeated, there is no need to despair. You are still the most potential and outstanding young talents in the world, and you are also the future pillars of the world. The path of spiritual practice is long and long-term, and the victory or defeat in the moment is not enough to judge the hero."
"I believe that you will achieve brilliant achievements in the future, become famous all over the world, and shock the world!"
His words were loud and sonorous, and the young heroes who were eliminated were also refreshed. They stood up and clasped their fists one after another: "Thank you, Leader Jiang!"
Jiang Baichuan smiled slightly, then turned to the countless people in the audience and bowed seriously. Handed over.
"Everyone, please don't be absent for the second round of competition in the afternoon three days later and come to support us!"
(End of this chapter)