Zhou Lei looked at the competition on the ring and said with a smile on his face: "I think so, but I think the winner is about to come out."
The winner of the competition on the ring was already decided just as Zhou Lei finished speaking.
"The next match will be between No. 7 Zhou Lei and No. 8 Wang Ya." After the elder on the stage announced the result of the match, he hurriedly announced the next match.
"Zhou Lei, we are ready to win." Kang Tian waved his fists, his face was tense, and he cheered for Zhou Lei in a panic.
Zhou Lei smiled, raised the mid-grade spirit-forging sword and said, "Kang Tian, don't worry."
After a while, the elder on the stage said: "The game begins."
Zhou Lei's opponent Wang Ya has a towering figure, graceful figure, perfect figure, very tall, and white feet, which is unforgettable at a glance. If he hadn't seen him in person, Zhou Lei would have thought Wang Ya was a man.
"Smelly man, what are you looking at?" Wang Ya asked with a frown when he saw Zhou Lei's eyes peeping around with a frivolous expression.
"Nothing, nothing, just a little surprised for a moment." Zhou Lei's expression changed and he hurriedly defended.
Kang Tian, who was under the ring, saw the way Zhou Lei looked at Wang Ya and stamped his feet angrily. Especially when he saw himself dressed in men's clothing, he said with some annoyance: "If it wasn't forced, I, I, I..."
"Damn stinking man." Wang Ya became even more angry when he heard Zhou Lei's explanation, and decided to teach Zhou Lei a profound lesson.
The sword in Wang Ya's hand quickly unsheathed and turned into an afterimage, heading towards Zhou Lei. The mid-grade spirit-forged sword in Zhou Lei's hand was also unsheathed in a short time.
"Catch the sword to reach the sky." Just when Wang Ya's sword was very close to Zhou Lei, Zhou Lei waited for a long time to reach the sky with the sword.
Holding the sword against the sky, it was like a bright white light curtain, easily deflecting Wang Ya's sword and heading towards Wang Ya's neck. Wang Ya has reached this point step by step, and he is not a small character. At the critical moment, Wang Ya leaned back and avoided Zhou Lei's sword.
After Wang Ya dodged, he quickly took a few steps back in confusion, and thought a little surprised: "This Zhou Lei, at first glance, is not a good person. However, his own strength is really amazing. If it weren't for the forged bones With a cultivation level in the middle stage, I’m afraid I couldn’t hold the sword in my hand just now.”
"Zhou Lei, I underestimated you." Wang Ya tightened the sword in his hand and said it bluntly. At this time, Wang Ya's hands were still shaking a little and had not recovered.
Zhou Lei's eyes saw Wang Ya's trembling arms, and he pretended not to know, without showing any expression on his face. He just said cooperatively: "Wang Ya, your strength is pretty good. Just now, I was a little slow to react."
While Zhou Lei and Wang Ya were talking for a few words before the ring, Kang Tian who was under the ring stamped his feet a few times and said with gritted teeth: "Zhou Lei, you are a big carrot, you clearly know that this Wang Ya is procrastinating. All the time, I still stare at other people’s faces shamelessly.”
Wang Ya's heart at this time was almost the same as Kang Tian's, but he didn't say it out loud, but he already felt disgusted with Zhou Lei in his heart. If it hadn't been for delaying time and recovering his arm, he would have slashed Zhou Lei's mouth with the sword.
After a while, Wang Ya had already activated his vitality, recovered his arm, and the sword in his hand became a little cold. I don't know if the murderous intention in my heart is attached to the sword. At this time, Zhou Lei's words also came to an end, because Wang Ya's sword attacked again.
Zhou Lei looked solemn, and the mid-grade spirit-forging sword in his hand was like a ghost, unexpectedly blocking Wang Ya's sword move. At this time, Zhou Lei was just using the entry-level sword-holding technique, otherwise the sword in Wang Ya's hand would have been knocked away long ago.
Wang Ya didn't expect Zhou Lei to react so quickly. When he tried to defend himself with the sword in his hand, it was already too late. Because just when Wang Ya was surprised, the mid-grade spirit-forging sword in Zhou Lei's hand fell unceremoniously on Wang Ya's neck.
"You." Wang Ya pointed at Zhou Lei and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"No. 7 Zhou Lei wins." The elder on the stage announced the result of the game.
"This round of competition is over. The winners are Lin Sou, Kang Tian, Zhou Lei, Zhou Wen, and Jiu Meng."
"Now for the next round of competition, the rules are still to draw lots. You five, one by one, draw lots in order." The elder on the stage took out the lot.
Lin Sou, Zhou Wen, Jiu Meng, Zhou Lei, and Kang Tian drew the lottery tubes in sequence. The elder on the stage moved the magic spell to display the numbers on the drawn lots.
"Zhou Lei, what's your number?" After the draw, Kang Tian asked in a low voice.
"Look, No. 2." Zhou Lei opened the lottery and said.
"Kang Tian, where are you?" Zhou Lei asked with concern.
"Hmph." Kang Tian snorted softly, feeling a little embarrassed that Zhou Lei was teasing Wang Ya on the ring.
"Kang Tian, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Lei thought Kang Tian was feeling a little uncomfortable, so he put his hand on Kang Tian's forehead and asked with concern.
"It's nothing." Although Kang Tian was angry at Zhou Lei's rude look, he immediately shook his head when he saw Zhou Lei's concerned eyes.
After Kang Tian finished speaking, he thought with some regret: "Kang Tian, what's wrong with you? Don't you usually hate men's erratic behavior the most?"
"Oh, let me take a look." Kang Tian said subconsciously.
After saying that, Kang Tian felt a little regretful, but when he saw Zhou Lei's eyes, he took a closer look.
Kang Tian smiled slightly and said proudly: "Look."
"You still have an empty number." Zhou Lei looked surprised and said with some envy.
"In the first match, No. 1 Jiu Meng will face No. 2 Zhou Lei." The elder on the stage announced the order of the match.
"Zhou Lei, your vitality?" Kang Tian asked with concern as he left the ring.
"Don't worry, I will lose very little energy in the battle with Wang Ya." Zhou Lei nodded and said.
Lin Sou, Kang Tian, and Zhou Wen left the ring, but now Jiu Meng and Zhou Lei stayed on the ring to compete.
Jiu Meng practices Jiu Yi Jian Tian Jue, which is related to wine and swords. Zhou Lei had watched Jiu Meng's competition before, and Jiu Yi Jian Tian was definitely not weaker than the Heaven-shaking Furious Wave Sword Technique. Zhou Lei was a little excited now that he could learn Jiuyi Jian Tianjue.
"The Sky-Shaking Raging Waves Sword Technique has long been famous. It's worthwhile to learn from it." Jiu Meng held the long sword and said tepidly.
"The Heavenly Jue of Jiuyi Sword is so elusive and unpredictable. It is truly a blessing to be able to ask for advice today." Zhou Lei said with excitement while holding a mid-grade spirit-forging sword.
"The game begins." The elder on the stage said.
"Holding the sword to cover the sky." Zhou Lei held a mid-grade spirit-forged sword in his hand and used his best move.
"I'm still drunk." Jiu Meng also showed no signs of weakness and used one of the tricks of the Jiuyi Sword Heavenly Jue.
Holding the sword to cover the sky, drunkenly, like the tip of a needle against the wheat awn, the sword shadows were emitted one after another in an instant.
