Chapter 74 During the Martial Arts Competition

The remaining eight winners stood in the center of the field. Yan San Shao didn't know whether he was really calm or pretending. He stood there gently, flashing with a fan, as if nothing had happened.

Meng Ranlan put away her sword and looked around at the people in the stands. The drunken took out a gourd and drank it with his head up. The desert wolf smiled happily and looked at Yan San Shao and said, "I'm here for you. The girls in the desert say you are handsome. I'm just not convinced. I must compete with you today."

Yan San Shao is speechless. Is his name spread to the desert? The Wuyue Sword School left two leaders of Huashan and Hengshan.

The old nuns of Mount Emei did not lose, and the seven people finally focused on Bai Meier. Han Ruoli looked around and found that Jin Yingying didn't know when to leave the scene. Obviously, she was in her hand and very tired.

Bai Xiaosheng stepped onto the stage and said, "All the martial arts have been seen by the people all over the world. Take a break from the rest of the game and start in half an hour."

Han Ruo thought: Is this the World Cup? The eighth final is about to begin, which looks a little interesting.

The way of the game is to draw lots. Eight people have a piece of paper with different numbers written on them. Half an hour passed quickly. Bai Xiaosheng stepped on the stage and said, "Please draw two people from the first lottery."

Unexpectedly, the first two people who came on the stage turned out to be the head of the Huashan School and the Hengshan School. There were only two people left in the Wuyue Sword School. Unexpectedly, they played at the same time. A trace of pity flashed on Bai Xiaosheng's face, which was fleeting.

After the head of Huashan faction and the head of Hengshan faction came to power, they respectfully made a 'please' gesture. The frequency of fighting between the two was not fast, and their movements were also very slow. Obviously, they deliberately released water, and there was no blood of the group fight at all.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, the people around him were not interested in it. In the end, the head of the Hengshan faction actually admitted defeat, which made the head of the Huashan faction embarrassed.

The first martial arts competition was spent in two people performing and playing together.

The second pair were Yan San Shao and Bai Meier. Everyone secretly sighed. It was rumored that Yan San Shao was a martial arts genius and had made some achievements at a young age. Bai Meier's light skills were unparalleled in the world. This scene must be wonderful.

Yan San Shao put his left hand behind him, holding a folding fan in his right hand, and bent down and said, "Miss Bai, San Shao is polite here."

Bai Meier smiled with bent eyes, "The martial arts of Mr. Yan is world-class. How can the little woman be your opponent? Is this martial arts ranking not so important? Come on! Give me a smile, even if you win."

Yan Sanshao didn't smile. Han Ruoli spit it out, and spit out all the wine he drank. The center was unstable and rolled down from the stands... When Han Ruoli stood up, his face was full of dirt. He touched it casually, and the wine in his hand mixed with the soil on his face... casually said, "Mom! Is there an earthquake?"

When Yan Sanshao saw Han Ruoli's embarrassing appearance, he couldn't help smiling.

Bai Meier smiled and said, "You won. I won't fight with you. You are so obedient. I admit defeat." After saying that, Bai Meier got up and "floated" to Han Ruoli's side.

Han Ruoli took another peek at Bai Xiaosheng. Bai Xiaosheng's face was a little ugly and announced, "This young prince Yan won, and he is the hero under the game."

The wine monk and the desert wolf came to the stage at the same time. These two were all rough men, one was fiercer than the other. After going on the stage, they picked up the weapon and started to fight. This is a real gun battle. The desert wolf is holding a big sword. The width of this sword is one meter, and the blade does not look sharp. At first glance This sword weighs at least 70 or 80 pounds. In the hands of the wolf in the desert, it seems to be like straw. Although there are many flaws, the recruitment is so fast that the drunken monk has nowhere to start.

The drunken monk is also under a lot of pressure. This desert wolf is really not bragging. He does have strength, and the drunken monk is not given for nothing. The two people have fought for more than 100 rounds, but they are even better. Han Ruoli secretly glanced at Bai Xiaosheng. This guy is watching the game with relish, and his face shows incomparable satisfaction. Ruoli is not only a little doubtful. To put it wonderfully, the leaders of the Huashan School and Hengshan School also fought wonderfully. Why is Bai Xiaosheng unhappy?

And when these two people beat him, he laughed happily? Han Ruoli really can't figure out why?

"Boom..." A burst of sand and stones splashed from the stands. Han Ruoli hurriedly looked over. The sword in the hand of the desert wolf cut the ground, and the ground unexpectedly cracked a gap. The drunkard took advantage of this moment to jump up, broke the flagpole beside him as a stick, and shouted "drink with a head stick".

The thick flagpole of the bowl hit the left button of the desert wolf, and the desert wolf crooked and fell down.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and there is no need to fight again. The desert wolf walked down, took a deep look at Yan Sanshao, and sighed, "I will find a chance to compete with you."

Yan San Shao smiled and said, "Okay! Yan is waiting for you at any time.

Bai Xiaosheng came to the stage, "Please invite the head of Mount Emei to do your best for the last match."

The old nun came on the stage, and Meng Ranlan followed. Whether it is Mount Emei or Aojian Villa, they are all famous schools in martial arts. Naturally, they will not lose their master demeanor. After fighting with the old nun for hundreds of rounds, the old nun was defeated and said respectfully, "The sword of Aojian Villa is really ridiculous. I lost. I'm convinced."

Meng Ranlan nod his head, "The teacher gave in." The two retreated one after another, and Han Ruoli secretly looked at Bai Xiaosheng again. This guy was obviously unhappy and a little angry. At this moment, Han Ruoli seemed to see the man again.

In the quarter of the competition, the drunkard fought against Yan San Shao, and Meng Ranlan fought against the head of the Huashan faction. Four people stood on the stage at the same time. Han Ruoli secretly glanced at Bai Xiaosheng again. This guy's face was full of expectation. Han Ruoli didn't understand why it was like this...

With a gong, the four people in the martial arts arena moved at the same time. Each of them had their own opponents. In this competition, they all used their master's skills. Sensi and Tang Ziyan came out. Han Ruoli hurried forward to help Tang Ziyan and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Tang Ziyan nodded palely and wrote a word "poison" in Han Ruoli's palm. Han Ruoli looked at Tang Ziyan incomprehensiblely. Tang Ziyan said in Han Ruoli's ear when others were not paying attention: "There is an ambush around, poison!"