When the Tianchang Championship reached its third day, the first round of competition was basically coming to an end. More than 200 people stood out and successfully advanced to obtain the qualification for the next round of competition.

Among these more than 200 people, Luoxia sects accounted for twelve people. Among them were Wu Bai, Ye Saihua, Lang Xing and Xia Fei in the twenty-four blades, seven people in Luoxia except for the high place, and their master Dugu Wu.

Zhuge Chen, the one who won the most difficult thing among these people, was unfortunately met the leader of the village in Qilang Mountain. He finally barely tied the game, and was judged as the winner because of his young age. Wu Bai was the easiest to win. Gao Ku accidentally blinked when he was on the court. When he opened his eyes again, Wu Bai had already returned to the court. There were three more guys on the ground.

Of course, the exclusion of the high ground was not because he was unexpectedly eliminated, but because he has not been on the show yet.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer faces in the audience who had not yet participated in the competition, everyone began to worry about him. What was this guy thinking? Don’t you know that the opponent you face will be stronger the more you dragged it back?

The most anxious thing is Yan Mingyu. She has invited three doctors to consult for the high place, and she also asked around from time to time: Has Gaodu eaten something that he can't digest recently? He was frightened to death when he met a ghost last night? Or, juvenile dementia?

"Mingyu, I want to eat an apple, help me peel one!" Someone suspected of having "juvenile dementia" ordered Yan Mingyu, who was standing beside him with an anxious look on his face.

Finally, he couldn't stand his casual attitude of taking nothing seriously, so Yan Mingyu directly locked an apple basket on his head.

After experiencing this kind of abuse, the demented boy who didn't know whether he was crying or laughing slowly poked his head out of the apple basket: "One is enough. I gave so much at once. Mingyu, you really love me!"

Looking at the high place where he was still confused, Yan Mingyu was really annoyed: "Hey, if you have such an indifferent expression, I will kill you if you believe it or not."

"What's wrong?" Gao Chu murmured while chewing the sweet apples in big mouths: "Mingyu, you seem to have endocrine disorders today. Come and eat an apple together."

Yan Mingyu flew up and didn't kick her. She stuck her waist and stared at the high place angrily, for a long time, for a long time.

"Hey, what's your eyes?" Someone was staring at me and furious: "Anger, anxious, worried... and a little erotic... To be honest, Mingyu, you look quite cute when you are angry."

Yan Mingyu, who tried to be serious and had a face on the floor, finally got discouraged: "Will you wake up? What are you thinking? Don't you know that the first round of competition is coming to an end?"

"Well, I know." Gao Duo answered without any concern.

"Then you are not hurrying to go on stage to compete. What are you waiting for? Don't you know the stronger the opponent you will face in the end?"

"What's the rush? Mingyu, have you never watched the show? Those who play in advance are all supporting roles. The real protagonists are going to play the finale and show their faces in the end, otherwise it will be too priceless." Gao Ku gave himself a thumbs up and said to everyone who was a little surprised: "Don't worry, I have never shown my courage and do not fight unprepared battles. If I had no complete preparation, I would never take risks easily."

The people in the fog were inexplicably relaxed by a high-level profound words. Although they didn't know what the freak was thinking, even if it was a lie, there was always a kind of calming power. Since the person involved looked confident, there was no need for him and others to "the emperor is not in a hurry to be anxious", so the most important thing is to pay attention to the ring and learn more about the strength of the opponent.

The battle on the arena became increasingly fierce. Most of the people who came on the stage were experts who were self-reliant, and only a very small number were mediocre players who had been watching. Therefore, the intensity of the battle and the level of skill were obviously different from the martial arts competition at the beginning. It can even be said that among the people who have advanced, many of them are even not opponents of the eliminated ones behind.

However, in another sense, the Tianbang is still fair. The idea of ​​"why use a knives to kill a chicken" is actually stupid. In many cases, the result of victory is often more important than the process. A lion fights one-on-one with a hare and wins, although there is nothing glorious, but he acquires the life of his opponent; a hare fights one-on-one with a lion and loses, and he will not praise his heroism.

Fake fame and false profit will kill people.

Gao Chu understands this truth very well. Although he is not a person who can do anything for his purpose, he will never make unnecessary sacrifices. So what are he waiting for if he has not been on the court for a long time?

As the number of people on stage competed less and less, everyone was still confused. Everyone was amazed at the inexplicable calmness and calmness of the high place. No one knew what this person who never played according to common sense was going to do.

The failed people kept walking down the arena dejectedly and returned to their team. Some people from the sects found that their disciples had participated in the competition without exception, and began to relax and concentrate on watching the final game.

As time gradually passed, another Wudang celebrity successfully advanced after losing three consecutive people. At this time, Gaodu stood up and slowly climbed onto the arena under everyone's attention.

Well, yes, crawl!

He twisted his hands and feet step by step along the edge of the ring like a gecko. Duguwu couldn't help but cover her face, feeling extremely depressed, and kept sighing in secret that the master's misfortune.

Looking at the people below the audience's wide mouths because of surprise, the high place where the storm was successful showed a lazy smile that was a little flat.

"The heroes of the world and the heroes of the Five Lakes are so majestic that they are one of the eight qualities of Luoxiamen. They are polite and polite. Xiaoke is talented and knowledgeable. He is extremely skilled and has no rivals in the world. He can be called "the new moon in the sky, and the turtle in the west, and he can catch a living turtle in the west, and his arms are shaking the tiger and leopard, and his feet are stomping on the ground and breaking the mountain... Ah, no one who doesn't believe it can come up and take my skills."

The clear and shameless words spread far away, resounding throughout the mountaintop, making the heroes so arrogant.

Who is this, a boy who is ignorant of the world, is so arrogant in front of the heroes in the world. He must teach him a lesson. Whoever goes up and kicks him down.

The heroes looked around, waiting for someone to come up to challenge him. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one came on stage.

"Why, are you scared by me? I'm so embarrassed. If I had known, I wouldn't have expressed my strength." Gao Cuo was obviously shameless and began to speak loudly again.

The heroes continued to browse each other, but no one was on the stage.

One incense stick, two incense sticks...

Finally, I realized that it was wrong and immediately counted the disciples of the sects. After counting, I was stunned. My own people had all been on the show without exception and were no longer qualified to challenge them. Looking at the expressions of others, they were also surprised and surprised.

The smile on the high ground was as gentle as the spring breeze, and I felt even more proud. What are you looking at each other? There is a flower on your face? No matter how big you stare at me, it is useless. I have already counted all the participants present. Just now, I have one more. You can never find anyone who can compete with me on stage.

Yan Mingyu realized something at this time, and couldn't help but turn worries into joy. This bad guy had already known it and was worried for several days. Dugu Wu on the judging table couldn't help but sigh: It turns out that he is a scheming and wise man. Even he has calculated this shameful way of qualifying. It's really a disgraceful family style.

There were crowds of people under the ring, and there were noisy people. Some people were angry, envious, and they sighed that there were many things.

Gao Zu pretended to behave like a "I'm very innocent and embarrassed" expression and turned his eyes to the judge's seat. The judge's seat was full of people (or scheming and sly). He knew that this young man had taken advantage of the situation, but he felt helpless.

The twenty-four judges gritted their teeth and whispered, and then the Baichuan monk from Shaolin Temple stood up: "Amida Buddha, because of the mistake of the conference host, this embarrassing scene has occurred. I cannot refuse the blame. It is really ashamed that the little hero cannot fully display his talents. The hero is useless. After discussion, the twenty-four judges decided to grant the little hero qualification to advance. Congratulations!"

The cannibal, who was watching the game from the audience, poked Zhuge Feng in a daze and whispered: "Brother Feng, why do I think you, the senior brother, yes, seem a little shameless!"

Zhuge Feng was chilled all over when she shouted "Brother Feng" and immediately replied with a expressionless expression: "Actually, you don't have to be so reserved. It's a bit? What you want to say is 'very' shameless. It doesn't matter, it's already a consensus."
Chapter completed!