Wangdong's disciples walked onto the ring step by step, but did not look at Zheng Shiyi. He just turned around and looked at the referee below the ring and said, "I abstain."

"Abstain? What's going on?"

"Wangdong's parents want to abstain from power?"

Below the arena, everyone was completely stunned when they heard what Wangdong Jiaozi said. This was Wangdong Jiaozi, and he would not abstain from being brave enough.

Moreover, his strength should be able to crush Zheng Shiyi now, and he has no reason to abstain!

This is the eighth round. Who doesn’t want to get the position of Divine Marquis if you can enter the eighth round? What’s more, Zheng Shiyi’s title is Ling Jiaohou. Just because of this name, Wangdong Jiaosheng, who has been a long-lasting scholar, should not abstain from the power.

Everyone below the ring looked at Wangdong Jiaozi completely incomprehensible.

After Wangdong finished speaking, he didn't stop at all, turned around and walked off the arena.

When the referee saw Wangdong's disciple who had turned and left, he announced loudly: "Wangdong's disciple abstained from power, Zheng Shiyi won and entered the next round!"

As the referee finished speaking, everyone around him still looked incomprehensible.

Zheng Shiyi walked off the ring with confusion, his heart full of confusion. He actually won like this. Wang Dong’s disciple, would he admit defeat?

Is it the King of Immortality?

But the other party is a disciple of the Jiyu Sect. With the other party's identity, it is impossible to be afraid of the threat of the Immortal King, and the Immortal King will not threaten people with such a status.

Then why did Wangdong give up on his children?

"It seems you don't know anything." In the crowd, a thin man looked at the confused people around him, and said with pride: "It seems that you have not paid attention to the battle between Wangdong Jiaozi before."

"Of course not. The opponent of Wangdong Jiaozi's last match was the successor of Wangyou Valley. Mr. Jieyou. Although Mr. Jieyou is also very strong, he will never be the opponent of Wangdong Jiaozi.

Of course we won’t pay attention to such competitions without any suspense. After all, there are so many competitions, and there are too many competitions worth paying attention to.”

"Yes, there is nothing to pay attention to in the competition without suspense. What? Is there an accident in that competition?"

When everyone heard the man's words, their eyes fell on the man who had spoken before.

"Accidents, that's more than accidents." The man kept a secret, and after everyone showed curiosity, he spoke: "Wangdong Jiaozi won, but he won a miserable victory.

You didn't notice that battle. Young Master Jieyou never fell below. In the end, he even used the great forgetfulness technique and almost defeated Wangdong Jiaozi.

But in the end, Wang Dong Jiaozi seemed to have used their unique skills in teaching, so he won the hardest victory. But in the end he was also severely injured, and he was still hit by the great forgetfulness technique.

Of course, Mr. Jieyou was injured even more severely. It is said that Mr. Jieyou cannot get out of bed now."

"I see."

"This Zheng Shiyi is really lucky."

Everyone understood that it was obvious that Young Master Wangdong was too seriously injured, and now he was only able to show up and could not even fight, so he had to admit defeat.

"Speaking of this, there are many people who admit defeat today, many of whom were too seriously injured in the last battle and could not participate in the competition."

"This will happen every time the Gods and Marquis Congress. This is still a three-day rest. If there is no three-day rest time, more people will abstain."

Zheng Shiyi listened to everyone's words and sighed secretly that his luck was rare, but he didn't know what happened to everyone else.

Looking at the ring around, he soon found the ring that Peng Junyue was about to appear.

Peng Junyue's fat body looks extremely conspicuous at this Shenhou Conference. Generally speaking, unless the practitioners practice special skills, there are few people as fat as Peng Junyue. After all, everyone usually needs to practice, and it is very expensive, so there is unlikely to be fat.

I don’t know if Peng Junyue has any secret or other reasons, he is so fat, and it seems that he is even fatter than when he first met him.

As Peng Junyue stepped onto the ring, there were bursts of cheers coming from below the ring.

Everyone shouted Peng Junyue's name, and it seemed that Peng Junyue was extremely popular.

Peng Junyue was walking while waving his arms towards everyone.

"This fat man is so popular?" Zheng Shiyi was completely stunned. How could this fat man be popular? He is so vulgar.

On the side, an equally rare fat man explained proudly when he heard the sound: "Brother, you are new, this Peng Junyue is our idol.

Let me tell you that with his methods, even if his strength is not as strong as the other party, the fighting method is really too creative.

Do you know? He will win in different ways every game. What's more amazing is that there are obviously many people who are stronger than him, but he has defeated the powerful enemies who cannot win repeatedly. It depends on his brain.

Now, we are all waiting for his creativity to reach a new level. The most amazing thing is that the Gods and Marquis Conference is constantly changing the rules just to avoid his creativity.

But the people at the Shenhou Conference still had no choice but to deal with him. They changed the rules and came up with new ideas.

Now the people in the conference are looking forward to him being eliminated every day, but he can win all the way. In this game, even if he faces Xun Ziyan, the disciple of the Four Saints, we all firmly believe that he will win."

Creative?

Zheng Shiyi looked speechless. He said that the creativity sounds so nice, but it’s not meant to be vulgar. These people are waiting for the fat man to reach a new level of vulgarity.

The man was just talking happily. On the side, several people noticed Zheng Shiyi, who was standing aside, and his face suddenly changed.

"Blood Demon Zheng Shiyi!"

"It's him!"

After seeing Zheng Shiyi's appearance, several people around him left one after another, and one of them pulled over the fat man who didn't know Zheng Shiyi at all.

After only two breaths, a vacuum area appeared around Zheng Shiyi.

Zheng Shiyi was speechless. Is he so scary?

Peng Junyue waved to the bottom while slowly climbing onto the ring.

Opposite him, a look of fear appeared on Xun Ziyan's handsome face. He knew that this opponent, a guy with average strength but various tricks, had defeated many opponents with his vulgar tactics.

The only thing he was worried about was the vulgar technique that the other party would launch.

Below the ring, after the referee saw that both of them had stepped onto the ring, he quickly announced the start of the competition.

Xun Ziyan was cautious and wandered to the side, but Peng Junyue raised his hands high and ran towards Xun Ziyan, shouting loudly: "Don't do it first, don't do it, you won."

Xun Ziyan was stunned for a moment. Did this vulgar fat man admit defeat?

I was worried about what tricks he could do before, and even thought of many ways to deal with him, but now I couldn't use it. The fat man actually gave in.

I think so, how could a person have so many vulgar tactics? Besides, because he has been changing the rules at the conference, the fat man should have no choice but to admit defeat.

Below the ring, everyone listened to Peng Junyue's words of admit defeat, and showed disbelief, surprise and disappointment.

Peng Junyue, he actually gave up? Shouldn’t he win with his creativity or his vulgarity?

Above the ring, Peng Junyue raised his hands high, and seemed to have surrendered. At the same time, he walked forward and said, "You won, you really won..."

As he was speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly surged from his body, and his legs kicked towards the ground at the same time. He bounced up and shot towards Xun Ziyan, who was already very close to him.

Between the raised hands, a huge hammer appeared and smashed down with a thunderous force.

Xun Ziyan was slightly stunned by the sudden change. Didn’t the fat man admit defeat? He should have been eliminated, so why did he still attack himself?

In a hurry, he quickly picked up the Qinglong stick and held the stick in his hands to block his head.

The next moment, Peng Junyue's hammer had already been smashed, and the violent force rushed straight towards him like a flood, which suppressed Xun Ziyan's body and took two steps back.

Damn it.

Anger appeared on Xun Ziyan's face. The fat man had already admitted defeat before. He was not prepared at all. In a hurry, the spiritual energy he had condensed was limited, so he was repelled by the fat man. Otherwise, with the strength of the fat man, how could he be able to repel him!

After Peng Junyue's attack, his body also fell from the air.

As soon as his legs touched the ground, his body bounced up again. His fat body was like a huge stone thrown by a catapult cart, shooting towards Xun Ziyan with a whistling strong wind.

Xun Ziyan had just taken two steps back. Before he could stabilize his body, Peng Junyue's fat body had already hit hard. At the same time, the arms were even more surrounded and hugged his body. The huge impact force drove his body to fall below the ring.

This fat man, he doesn't want to compete with him at all. His purpose is to let himself fall into the ring!

Xun Ziyan instantly reflected that he could not fall to the ground. Once he fell to the ground, he would lose. As long as he returned to the arena, the fat man would lose.

With a sudden inspiration in his heart, he suddenly raised his hand and waved his palm to the ground beneath him. The earth suddenly vibrated under the palm, and his body rose up under the shock.

"It seems like it's flying?"

Peng Junyue showed a smile on his face as cheap as he was. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and grabbed an iron mountain-like martial treasure from Qiankun bag.

The martial treasure flew out and magnified rapidly in the sky. In a blink of an eye, it became as big as a hill, pressing down on him, but he grabbed Xun Ziyan tightly.

When a huge gravity came, Xun Ziyan suddenly felt that he seemed to be really pressed by a mountain. He was pressed down with a heavy weight. His body that had just risen suddenly fell down and fell heavily on the ground.

"bump!"

A muffled sound accompanied by the rolled up smoke and dust, and the two men and the giant mountain-like martial treasure all fell to the ground.

Xunzi said that he was lower, Peng Junyue was higher, and above was the giant mountain martial treasure.
Chapter completed!