Vol 2 Chapter 1173: It's our turn!

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Looking at the direction Huang Rong pointed: "Which one?"
"Just removed from the game, and now sitting in the safe passage, refused to return to the two Zongmen, one of them, the one blocked, I look a bit like our Rakshamon?"
"No. I'm still happy. All the martial arts players at Rakshamon have advanced to the semi-finals. It turned out that one of them was eliminated at the last minute. He would definitely not be able to figure it out. I have to go and see.
Saying that, Wu Hua walked out of the match, but at once he saw the Rakshamon Wujie players on the field, all standing together, waving at them, proud of their faces, without even a trace of fatigue.
There are eight of them, and none are missing!
Wu Hua immediately stopped, and finally did not step out of the match. The martial leader next door went out and walked to the blocked person.
"It turned out that they were martial arts." Huang Rong was a little apologetic. "Sorry, brother, I haven't recognized the people of our Rakshamon yet, but just look at this person's clothing and look a bit familiar. speak out."
"It doesn't matter. After all, you come to Rakshamon for a short time, and then you will get to know it slowly. Besides, the 30,000 disciples of Rakshamon, myself, don't know all of them."
The disciple of Wu Jie who got the qualification for the rematch, all went to register, and then one poor again told everyone that the rematch will be tomorrow, and then rest for one day, then the first stage of the air contest.
"Wait two more days, it's our turn to play!" Huang Rong suddenly touched his chest. "I'm so excited, brother, I feel my heart pounding."
"It's okay, Rong'er, relax, we will be able to enter the semi-finals." Wu Hua said.
He sometimes called Huang Rong as a sister, sometimes called Huang Rong, and sometimes called Rong'er sister, but not many times when he was directly called Rong'er. Probably staying with them all the time, listening to Kunpeng and Mei Chaofeng, and even her own, calling herself "Rong'er". After listening a lot, she might call it by the way, which is not surprising.
Therefore, Huang Rong did not think much of them, only Wu Hua was getting close to them.
"However, I see this rule, alas, I feel a little uncomfortable." Huang Rong sighed.
"Why don't you adapt? Everyone has no problem. Where do you feel there are restrictions on you? Say it, let's analyze it for you." Wu Hua seemed a little anxious.
"Well, that's the one. Once you enter, you can't stop. You have to keep looking for opponents. This is the rhythm that drives people crazy, I think."
Everyone laughed instantly.
"Why, don't you feel that way?"
Zulong said: "Sister Huang Rong, this is the first time you have participated in such a competition. It feels too normal. We are the same. When we first entered the competition, we also felt that this rule was too strange to be human. But why is it over the years? Don’t modify the game? Actually, this rule is good. It can examine a person’s toughness and endurance, continuous combat ability, etc. If you want to have such a rule in a normal game, you don’t have it."
"So, do you all like this rule?"
Almost all the players nodded at her.
"Okay, I'm asking myself to be boring. I will try my best to adapt to the rules and make sure I don't hold back." Huang Rong's expression of helplessness made Wu Hua lose his mind for a while. ..
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