"Brother Lu's vision is indeed different!"
Xue Tiande next to him sighed in admiration.
"Oh, Brother Xue Xian, why don't you tell me why it's different?"
Smiling, Lu Sheng raised his brows, held the porcelain bowl, and took a sip of the fragrant tea. Needless to say, the tea of this martial arts leader was fragrant.
Seeing that the senior wanted to chat with him, Xue Tiande had a smile on his face, turned his head and said:
"Everyone is paying attention to the top ten games of Qianlong, but you are worried about that little guy."
"I took a look just now. The skills used by Boy Ma are so perfect that none of the genius boys present can compare with them. He just relied on his own skills to cross the border and defeat the enemy."
Hearing this, Lu Sheng smiled and said nothing, but murderous intent rose in his heart. He shook the tea and drank it in one gulp.
Zhao Yikang, who was in the ring at the moment, was unaware of all this. He had a proud face, and opposite him was a first-class warrior with a fat body.
The warrior roared loudly, his muscles exploded, his clothes were torn, and he leapt towards him, trying to hold him in his arms.
Zhao Yikang was very proficient in fighting skills, and he instantly saw the warrior's thoughts. He began to use his strong body skills to wander around and fight with the man.
After several thrilling operations, the warrior was panting from exhaustion. Taking this opportunity, he rushed forward and kicked the man off the ring.
"Ma Xiaolong beats Qianlong No. 56's Zhao Shan!"
Following the announcement by a martial artist in the audience, the brothers and sisters of Baihe Martial Academy cheered and shouted the name of the winner.
Seeing his opponent walking down the ring in despair, Zhao Yikang was in a happy mood. He now wanted to prove his worth and talent.
Only in this way can we obtain more resources, possess innate energy as soon as possible, and prepare for immortality.
Several senior brothers jumped onto the ring and hugged his limbs. Amidst their laughter, Zhao Yikang was thrown into the air.
He was also very happy. It was a good thing to experience the life of a straw man.
Withdrawing his senses, Lu Sheng knew that the arena competition on Ma Xiaolong's side was over, and the decisive battle for the top ten Qianlong was about to begin.
Patiently, he sensed the five arenas in the center. When his ears moved, a familiar female voice appeared in his ears.
According to the intonation and timbre of the voice, Lu Sheng just felt that it was familiar. Maybe it was an old friend, but it didn't matter. Three years was enough to wash away this sterile relationship.
After listening briefly, he transferred his perception to the ring in the center.
On the central stage, stood a young man wearing a black silk robe. He was impressive and handsome, with a cynical smile on his lips.
He looks like a prodigal in love, but that's not what he looks like, he is what he is.
He stood there holding his sword, his thin and aloof back looking like a peerless swordsman.
Huang Batian was gearing up, with blood boiling in his chest. He carefully put on the black iron gloves and checked that there were no mistakes.
He exhaled a breath, raised his head, and saw Ye Xiaotian looking like a master.
That ungrateful smile and that contrived posture made him so angry that he suddenly felt insulted.
After all, he is also the third genius in the martial arts world of Wei State. Everyone says that Qianlong's top three are not much different in strength.
This person doesn't take him to heart yet, he just wants to say that even if he eats steamed buns, he still has to take a few more bites, let alone that he is a human being!
"Ye Xiaotian! You are too arrogant!"
Huang Batian shouted at the top of his lungs.
His voice immediately made several pretty women under the ring angry.
"What do you know, you ugly bastard! Xiaotian is just like this, I think you just get offended!"
"That's right! You are just jealous of Xiaotian's appearance!"
"Ye Lang is the most perfect man I have ever seen. You said it was wrong."
These three women are all speaking for Ye Xiaotian.
As the saying goes, three women perform one drama.
Now that Huang Batian was scolded by others in this drama, he couldn't deal with these stinky bitches, so he had to turn his attention to Ye Xiaotian.
After defeating their master, all slanderous accusations were defeated without attack.
"Shu'er, please stop talking."
Ye Xiaotian said warmly.
His voice was quite magnetic, making the three women look at the young man on the ring in fascination.
That was their husband, so dazzling. They were truly lucky to have such a husband.
They calmed down obediently and looked at Ye Xiaotian intently, with worry in their three pairs of beautiful eyes, fearing that Xiaotian would be accidentally injured.
"One sword."
Ye Xiaotian gently opened his thin lips, and his handsome face was calm.
The masters sitting nearby became interested. They wanted to see how this kid could defeat Huang Batian with one sword.
It is not an easy task for both of them to be geniuses and to be able to subdue the opponent with one move.
I don’t know if this kid despises his enemies or if he really has such strength.
After hearing these humiliating words, Huang Baqiang's jump was too much!
"arrogant!"
With a loud shout, Huang Batian punched hard with both fists, making a deafening "dong dong" sound.
He stood on the table with both feet, stepped forward forcefully, and jumped forward like a tiger, with the strength in his fists as strong as that of an ox.
With a frivolous smile on his face, Ye Xiaotian still stood on the ring, motionless. In half a breath, Huang Batian had already jumped over.
His hair was flying, his face was twisted, all the blood vessels in his body were bulging, his body was like a bow and arrow, and the strength and energy condensed in his fists were extremely powerful.
Seeing this posture, a grandmaster present smiled lightly, turned his head and praised:
"Grandmaster Wang, your reputation as the eldest disciple of the martial arts academy is indeed well-deserved. This move is already at the level of a grandmaster's strike. It is not easy."
Facing the praise from his friend, Wang Kun stroked his beard and smiled:
"Thank you very much, brother. This guy Ba Tian has been preparing for this competition for two years and six months. He has been honing his skills and polishing his inner energy all day long."
"This move was the trump card he prepared for Mr. Ye. Unfortunately, this kid couldn't keep his composure and revealed his trump card as soon as he got up, hahaha."
The Grandmaster named Xie burst out laughing:
"Young people should have the spirit to fight."
After looking around, Wang Kun lowered his voice and asked in an imperceptible voice:
"Brother Xie, how is the matter I asked you to investigate now?"
"My people used golden eagles to send news overnight. That person was the person behind the occupation of Yangcheng. However, it was his men who destroyed the Lin family. This is normal. The Lin family and his men already have grudges."
"That person should have nothing to do with the grudge between you, but he killed the people in your courtyard and may have learned about the grudge between you and Grandmaster Liu."
"There have been too many grudges in the world. It is normal for Liu Cuilan to kill your wife and for you to kill her lover. That person shouldn't care about these things."
Grandmaster Xie gave him a reassuring look and responded quietly.
After hearing these words, Wang Kun's tense spirit gradually relaxed. That's good. He was afraid that he would kill someone he shouldn't have killed and be remembered by this person.
