Chapter 050 Unmeasured

Such a special levelless player naturally attracts the attention of others.

Of course, most of them take this player named Feng Xiaobing as a joke.

"Oh, these two zero players are so special. I've never seen such a level."

"Yes, yes, what exactly does it mean?"

"What do you mean? I just ran to inquire about it, but there is no level and no level"

"Damn, didn't you turn on the light?"

"Come to the martial arts competition without opening the light, looking for abuse"

"Is there a mental problem?"

"Yes, who played the first game with him? Don't beat him to death."

"It deserves to be beaten to death. His head was kicked by a donkey. It's simply an insult to us to come to participate in the game without opening the light. It's better to punch him to death."

...

Feng Xiaobing rolled his eyes and had no choice but to scold these birds in his heart.

"No, no, I think this person is bound to stand out and become a presence that surpasses all of us," said a sword-holding warrior.

Feng Xiaobing couldn't help looking at him a few more times and secretly said that this person was not simple.

"Huh? Why does this brother have such a unique opinion?" The people next to him looked at him as a tall man and asked strangely.

"It's still a question because he will become more than us ordinary people in the first scene, invisible and untouchable, ghosts~~"

Everyone: "Wow, hahahaha"

Feng Xiaobing: "..."

The special channel for players was finally opened, and some depressed Feng Xiaobing entered the tall round arena with other players.

The feeling of this building outside the arena is not obvious. As soon as he entered it, Feng Xiaobing was immediately shocked by the spectacular scene.

At a glance, the overall diameter of the huge round stone building is probably more than 100 meters. The stands with more than 50 rows around the circle are densely packed with people, as if the whole city are gathered here. The conversation of the audience and the hawking of the hawkers jumping up and down, echoed because of the circular design, making The whole stadium has a roaring feeling.

On the middle circular field, a number of wooden platforms with a length of about ten meters and a width of two meters and a height are arranged in a phalanx of five rows and five columns.

Group 25 where Feng Xiaobing is located is at a corner away from the rostrum.

At this moment, all the players in this group have gathered around the ring, and there are quite a few people. After a general look, there are at least 70 or 80 people.

In fact, this competition can be played at any level. In fact, almost all of them are bronze-level players. After all, there are few players who can break through to the silver level, and the silver level is already a master, which has basically been captured by major forces with preferential treatment.

Is there any silver level for registration? Yes, they are basically all for the guidance of the city owner, so they are assigned to a group separately. In fact, their competition is no longer within the scope of the martial arts conference.

The competition adopts a simple group knockout match. The players in each group fight one-on-one, and those who fail will leave directly. The winner will wait for the next round.

Until there are two players left in each group, and the group stage ends here.

In this way, a total of 50 players will be produced, and these 50 players are not simple. Regardless of the outcome of the follow-up game, it is very likely to be reused by those in power to serve in the army or the city lord's mansion. For example, these people are equivalent to the ancient Chinese country who have studied hard for many years, which can be regarded as saying goodbye to the grassroots class.

Because of this feature, the most intense and exciting game of this event is exactly the group stage at the beginning. Eighty people grab these two places. It can be imagined how tragic it will be.

As for the rematch later, it is completely different. Because these 50 people will almost be colleagues in the future, it can be said that it is very civilized unless they go to the top eight to compete for the top three and get another silver-level player's chance to point out. Even the top eight games are much more civilized than the group stage where the black hands are constantly moving.

That is to say, among these bronze-level players. Even if Feng Xiaobing won the first place, he was not qualified to compare with Castro.

Of course, he doesn't know now, otherwise he would have quit long ago.

Castro didn't mean to play with him. He didn't know that Feng Xiaobing, who could play against Baiyin's high-level men, would be level zero.

The game is about to start, and the players are getting excited.

The audience in the stands also began to get excited. The competition has been held many times, and they naturally know that the beginning is **.

Mr. and Mrs. Wang Cheng took their daughters to sit with Xiao Bai. The little white rabbit still nests comfortably in Xiaobai's arms, and it has become the habit of Xiaobai to hold the little white rabbit.

With three gongs, the whole audience immediately calmed down. On the spacious rostrum, dressed in armor and majestic golden practitioners like gods, the owner of Castro entered.

Including the players in the field, they all look at this absolute strong man with respect, a golden monk who not only has the divine ability in the eyes of ordinary people, but also cares about the people's livelihood and the benefit of the people. Even the stain of the little prince has become an unforgivable and unforgivable compared with his achievements.

However, there is one exception, that is, Feng Xiaobing. His eyes looking at Castro are equally blazing, but that is Xiong Xiong's fighting spirit. Today, only Castro is worth fighting for thousands of masters in the audience.

Castro waved his hand, greeted the audience, and then sat down on the rostrum. And the accompanying people also entered one after another.

Sitting next to Castro is a lady, who is the wife of the city owner, with tight thin lips and heroic eyebrows. There was no superfluous action, and he didn't answer to others, but Castro didn't talk to her after he sat down. It seemed that he was not in a good mood.

There are three more gongs, which is the announcement that the game has officially started.

Seeing Castro's fighting spirit again made Feng Xiaobing change his original idea of playing with other players slowly. Now, he has decided to make a quick decision.

However, 80 people are 40 games. Even if they play an average of five minutes per game, I'm afraid it will take a whole day to remove other preparation time.

Feng Xiaobing was a little anxious. He looked at the table and thought of a way.

"Big, big brother, you, you are also a little nervous," a young man next to him who looked younger than Feng Xiaobing stammered.

Feng Xiaobing turned his head and looked at him. He was a standard rural simple teenager with tanned skin. It seemed that he had never seen much of the world and was a little shy.

"Yes, I, I'm a little scared. It's better to be the first to finish early and feel at ease." Feng Xiaobing had a good impression of him and decided to tease him.

The black guy finally saw a person who was more afraid than him. With a chest, he said as if he had confidence, "Don't be afraid, we can't do it for nothing. The village head said that the most important thing is to open your eyes and learn from others. You can't be ashamed if you lose the game, right, right?"

Feng Xiaobing smiled and asked, "How many paragraphs are you?"

The black guy immediately witherred down and muttered, "Three, three paragraphs." The third stage is probably the lowest among all the players.

"You, you, you must be taller than us," the black man asked naively.

"Me, level zero."

"Ah, you, you are, that level zero?" The black guy suddenly got excited.

Feng Xiaobing has a black line on his forehead. Seeing that you are quite honest, why are you so excited to hear that I am level zero?

Seeing that Feng Xiaobing's face was wrong, the black guy quickly explained, "We, we don't mean anything else. You know, you're famous now. Everyone knows you."

The black line on Feng Xiaobing's forehead is heavier. He thought, yes, the double zero players are waiting to see my jokes. I guess the opponent arranged will laugh at this time.

"Brother, you dare to participate in the competition without a level. You are so brave. You, you are my idol. You know. If I hadn't been thinking about your things to motivate myself, I might have run out of the field," the black guy said excitedly.

Feng Xiaobing was stunned and scratched his head. He really didn't expect that he, a double zero player, could play such a great role.

Looking at a sincere black guy, Feng Xiaobing patted him on the shoulder.

Immediately, Feng Xiaobing no longer hesitated and jumped onto the high platform.

"Ah, big brother, big brother, why did you go up? It's not yours yet~~" The black man shouted anxiously and ran to the stage, anxiously.

Feng Xiaobing bowed his head and smiled at him, and then said loudly, "I still have something important to do. I don't have time to wait for you to grind your teeth. I'm challenging all of you now. Come one by one. Hurry up. I win and continue. If I lose, I will get out of here immediately."

There was a silence under the ring on the 25th. Everyone opened their mouths and looked up at Feng Xiaobing. Is this crazy?

"Security guard, security guard, come here quickly. A psychopath ran to the stage."

"Damn, my name is Feng Xiaobing, that zero-level player, not a fucking psycho. Hurry up, don't linger," Feng Xiaobing said angrily, damn it, he really regards me as a psychopath.

There was a lot of scolding under the stage. This boy was too crazy.

"Why, look at you, there are five or six people. Are you afraid? I've been waiting here for a long time. Why doesn't anyone dare to come up?" Feng Xiaobing tried to provoke everyone.

"I'm so angry. Get out of the way. Let me go up and throw this madman out." A thunderous voice sounded.

Everyone quickly gave way, and saw a man with five big and three rough people running up the stage with a bear step by step.

"That boy, my old bear can't see other people's arrogance. I'm the first to let you know the consequences of arrogance," the man shouted. At the same time, he rubbed his hands and his whole body was covered with bronze.

Feng Xiaobing stood with his arms on his back, and his right leg was still shaking, with a carefree expression.

"Kid, if you don't do your luck, I won't be polite." The old bear was also open and aboveboard, reminding the opponent.

"Cut, you are really thick-skinned and brainless. Don't you not know that I'm level zero, where did I come from, big stupid bear?" Feng Xiaobing was merciless and kept sarcasm.

"Wow, I'm so angry." The man was so angry that he shivered and stopped talking nonsense. He hugged his fists, and his whole body moved. He lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders. Unexpectedly, a bear rushed straight to Feng Xiaobing, and his big foot thumped on the table, full of momentum.

Feng Xiaobing was still motionless, and even his eyes turned to one side, looking like a bamboo on his chest.

"Oh, big brother, big brother~~~, flash, flash, he bumped over, oh~~~" The black boy jumped anxiously and scratched his hands on his head. Fortunately, he had short hair, otherwise he would definitely become bald.

At this time, the old bear was close to Feng Xiaobing, and it could be hit firmly with just one step.

Feng Xiaobing seemed to be slow and fast, and his upper body did not move at all. He gently backed his back with his hands, his left foot retreated half a step, raised his right foot as high as lightning, and patted the old bear's chest gently like lightning in front of his foot.

"Peng~~~", "Oh~~~ Oh, my God~~~", after a loud noise, the old bear's seemingly heavy body suddenly lost its gravity and flew straight to the back parallel. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, he fell on the ground ten meters away from the stage.

Feng Xiaobing slowly put down his raised foot, and suddenly stretched out his hands behind him. His palms were closed and hit crisply. Then, his left leg bowed and his right leg was weak. His left palm asked who was the hero, and his right palm asked who was the good man, and he shouted loudly.

"Foshan Shadowless Feet~~~"