Chapter 544: Gonghuo failed, Brother Qudan took the blame
In Liu Ruyan’s live broadcast room, barrages kept popping up!
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Although I knew Wang Chen would lose, I really didn’t expect Wang Chen to stop fighting!”
< br>“Brother Zhenjun’s back when he cuts people is so handsome. I love it!”
"This Wang Chen is a waste. Where are the fighting skills in Huangquan Pavilion? He didn't use any of them. If it were me, I could do both!"
"Upstairs, are you like this?" You are new to the server? Do you know what fighting skills mean? "
"Ignore him, he is probably just a conspicuous person trying to attract attention."
"Where is Bai Xiaosheng? Here comes the theme of the strategy post! Quickly calculate how outrageous Yang Zhenjun's panel attributes are now. That's Wang Chen! In the original work, when Xiao Yan fought him, he had to go through a lot of moves back and forth. , when I arrived at Yang Zhenjun's place, I only had one chance to use my fighting skills."
"Hahaha, Bai Xiaosheng probably lost most of his hair now, but there is too little reference data to make a calculation. ”
"To be honest, the battle between Xiao Aotian and Mu Qingluan looked really exciting, but this one played by Yang Zhenjun may be ranked among the top 10 duels this year, a ceiling-quality crushing game!"
" I feel sorry for Wang Chen for three seconds, but I don’t understand where he got the confidence to challenge Yang Zhenjun before the game.” Venerable Huangquan's face looks as ugly as ever now.
This reminded Venerable Lei of a good friend he had when he was young. The friend’s wife was pregnant for eighteen months and gave birth to a pig.
That friend's face at that time was exactly the same as Venerable Huangquan!
Eight into four, the two contestants from Huangquan Pavilion have all been eliminated.
Venerable Huangquan now feels like he is sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in his back, or a lump in his throat.
The blood was soaring, and Tang Ying failed to get through fifty moves, and his performance was mediocre.
Wang Chen, who had high hopes, was pinned to the ground and chopped by Yang Shan like a duck!
Venerable Huangquan can already imagine that after the conference, Huangquan Pavilion will become the laughing stock of Zhongzhou practitioners for a long time.
But if he leaves the meeting, then it is not Wang Chen who becomes the laughing stock, but him, the master of Huangquan Pavilion!
Senior Huang Quan sat down bravely, and even before Venerable Lei could speak, he took out a low-level Nai Ring.
His voice was so low that it seemed as if it was squeezed out from a closed throat:
“Stop talking, I don’t want to communicate with anyone right now.”
Venerable Feng and Venerable Sword both looked at Venerable Huangquan with sympathy.
Huangquan Pavilion is really embarrassed!
Watching Yang Shanfeng walking back from the competition area calmly, Feng Qing'er's eyes never left him for a moment.
She sneered at Yang Shan's reckless methods.
But it is undeniable that Yang Shan did show extremely terrifying strength.
Although Feng Qing'er looked down on Wang Chen, she couldn't deny that Wang Chen was indeed a genius.
Wang Chen would definitely not admit defeat if he had a chance to fight back.
But Wang Chen had no chance to use any fighting skills except the initial body fighting skills and "Corpse Erosion Hand".
This can only show that Yang Shan is too much stronger than Wang Chen.
It's just like an adult holding down a three-year-old child. No matter how hard the child struggles, it's all in vain.
But
Feng Qing'er stared at Yang Shan and said disdainfully:
"There are indeed two brushes, but with Wang Chen's strength, it will be okay to let me go. He was beaten so hard that he couldn’t fight back!”
Feng Qing’er, the five-colored demon phoenix, is naturally qualified and confident to say this.
Yang Shan glanced at Feng Qing'er lightly:
"Everyone can tell lies. It's your turn soon. You can prove it to me!"
Feng Qing'er didn't know why, but Yang Shan's words easily made her angry.
Feng Qing'er herself didn't realize that the reason why Yang Shan could always control her emotions was because her pride seemed useless in front of Yang Shan.
So, Feng Qing'er naturally wants to prove her strength in front of Yang Shan and continue to maintain her pride!
Feng Qing'er: "Just watch, I can do the same thing you did to Wang Chen!"
Yang Shan: "Oh? Are you sure? Why don't you bet something?"
Feng Qing'er sneered:
"Ha, you still want to disturb my mind? Do you really think that I am an idiot? I will not follow your wishes, and I will not gamble!"
Feng Qing'er turned her head away and didn't look at Yang Shan again. She wanted Yang Shan to see it with her own eyes. With her unrivaled attitude, she would Crush your opponent!
Yi Qingyang should be a very gentleman in reality.
After all, he had been waiting for a long time. When Fei Tian announced the players for the fourth game, Yi Qingyang was also the first to come to the competition area.
Compared to Yi Qingyang, Feng Qing'er's pace is much slower.
She naturally enjoyed the attention of many guests.
This is the attention that this proud woman deserves!
Yi Qingyang waited patiently for Feng Qing'er to arrive and bowed:
"I have heard about Miss Feng for a long time. It is my honor to fight against Miss Feng."
Feng Qing'er: "Don't try to get too close. I will give you three breaths. If you admit defeat, you will not be exempted." The pain of flesh and blood.”
Yi Qingyang’s face stiffened.
How did he know that Yang Shan was having a crazy fight with Feng Qing'er before, so that Feng Qing'er was now determined to deal with him as soon as possible.
But Yang Shan’s original plan was actually not like this.
He wanted to have another gambling fight with Feng Qing'er, and then send a message to Yi Qingyang, asking Yi Qingyang to use all his tricks, at least to fight Feng Qing'er dozens of times.
As long as Yi Qingyang does it, he will get half of what he wins!
In the end, Feng Qing'er was not fooled!
The one who was fooled became Yi Qingyang.
Yi Qingyang, who was still ready to say anything, received a private message from Yang Shan.
After knowing the reason, Yi Qingyang replied:
"Brother Yang, I treat you as a friend, but you cheated me."
Yang Shan: "I just bowed a little. It's just fire, even if I don't support it, Feng Qing'er is probably going to crush you to prove his strength." Yi Qingyang: "Haha, that seems to be the case, Brother Yang, since Feng Qing'er won't follow you. Bet, how about I bet with you?”
Yang Shan: “How to bet?”
Yi Qingyang: "It should be difficult to defeat Feng Qing'er. After all, I only have a two-star Douzong. Just bet on whether I can last five minutes in Feng Qing'er's hands!"
Yang Shan: "Bet on me. What?”
Yi Qingyang: “How about a seventh-level essence crystal?”
Yang Shan: “Don’t bet! Haven’t you always claimed to be upright, and now you are starting to fight? You’re out of your mind, right?”
In Yang Shan’s opinion, since Yi Qingyang dares to say this, he must be confident.
Didn't he just dig a hole and wait for him to jump out of it?
How could he, Yang Shantang, a peerless old Yinbi, be fooled by this?
Yi Qingyang: "Well, well, it's really hard to lie to you."
Yang Shan: "Go hard yourself, I'll give you a timer and see how many minutes you have Defeated."
Yi Qingyang: "Well, there is really no chance of me winning?"
Yang Shan: "Nonsense, as for Feng Qing'er now, I couldn't beat her when I was in the Two-Star Douzong. What do you mean, we are at the same level and you can beat me?"
Yi Qingyang: "It wasn't possible before, but maybe now."
Yang Shan: "You sound crazier than Xiao Aotian!"
Yi Qingyang: "Haha, maybe I was influenced by Brother Xiao, occasionally It’s quite cool to be crazy.”
Feng Qing’er looked at Yi Qingyang’s eyes a little erratically, and thought that Yi Qingyang was cowardly, and she felt even more disdainful of him.
But after Fei Tian announced the start of the game, Feng Qing'er could clearly see that Yi Qingyang's eyes had changed.
I saw Yi Qingyang’s left thumb pressing his ring finger and little finger, while his index finger and middle finger were stretched out together, standing in front of him.
There are many fighting skills in the game that require "printing" during the activation process.
The various sealing methods designed by Tianyao Company mainly refer to Taoist "hand seals".
Just like Yi Qingyang's current situation, this extremely common "handprint" is called "Sword Jue" in Taoism.
In the game, this "seal technique" is the starting position of sword fighting skills.
“Sword rises!”
Yi Qingyang, dressed in a white chivalrous uniform, indeed has the unique temperament of a sword cultivator.
The white clothes on his body were blown by the sudden rise of power.
Sixteen flying swords shining with white light appeared around him.
Yang Shan nodded secretly.
Yi Qingyang's "Bahuang Sword Controlling Technique" has indeed been upgraded.
In the past, Yi Qingyang could only activate eight flying swords at once.
Now it has become sixteen handles.
And, the most important thing is that the flying sword used by Yi Qingyang was a specially built "weapon".
The flying sword used now is made of radiant black gold!
Feng Qing'er was also startled by the sudden rise of momentum:
"Exotic gold?"
The strangeness of the world that was rarely seen in the past is now here today Four kinds appeared at the conference!
Besides Yang Shan, the other two owners are very familiar. They are definitely unknown in Zhongzhou.
However, Feng Qing'er's purpose remained unchanged.
No matter how strange the world is, no matter who the opponent is, she, Feng Qing'er, must crush them today!
Yi Qingyang did not dare to let Feng Qing'er take the lead. Between the two-star Dou Zong and the eight-star Dou Zong, the realm suppression alone was 30%!
What's more, as a desolate beast, Feng Qing'er's blood volume displayed on the panel exceeds five million!
Feng Qing'er just stood there and let him stab her with his sword for a while.
But Yi Qingyang also has his own pride in his heart.
As challengers, most of them are on the weaker side.
But being weak does not mean being incompetent!
It was really bad luck to meet Feng Qing'er in the eighth and fourth place, but Yi Qingyang still had to show his style!
Feng Qing'er shook her head:
"If you only have this means, you are not even as good as Wang Chen."
Feng Qing'er feels a little boring. If her opponent is not as good as Wang Chen, then she can't prove that she is better than Yang Shan even if she crushes him. One chip.
"Forget it, let's fight quickly!"
White thunder rose in Feng Qing'er's hand, and she was about to use her thunderous fighting spirit to scatter Yi Qingyang's flying sword.
But in a blink of an eye, the sixteen flying swords were blurred for a moment, and then one sword split into two.
The number of flying swords immediately doubled.
But it’s not over yet!
Feijian split up twice in succession.
One hundred and twenty-eight flying swords can hurt people's eyes.
“Bahuang Yujian——Sword Style!”
(End of this chapter)