Chapter 52, the reputation of the Seven Yimeng League

They all come to understand the opponents they might encounter in the next round.
For such a unique battle, some people watched the heartbeat and some people sneered.
"Hey, the warrior is the noble existence of cultivation of Xuanqi, so the struggle of the barbarians is really the face of the swordsmen!"
"It is amazing to be able to cultivate the strength of the to this extent. It seems that these two people have secretly cultivated some kind of martial arts that enhance the , and must not be underestimated!"
"The powerful is the foundation for exerting the greatest strength. These two people have great potential!"
"Hey, two barbarians with developed limbs and simple minds are not worthy of my opponent!"
The seed players who have already won the third round of the victory have seen different battles in the ring. Some people are even scornful, but their looks are not easy. Once they encounter such humanoid violence in the next round. Dragons, fighting, will also encounter certain troubles.
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boom! !
I don't know how much the first sound is loud, and it sounds on the ring.
The two figures that were entangled in lightning were finally separated.
The purple gown on Dong Yi was broken and covered with dust. The whole person retired a dozen steps, and this slowly stood still. Even at this time, his body stood still like a javelin and stood upright!
Ding Hao hit the top of the green shirt and broke open several mouths. The palm of his hand was covered with red scars, and the blue veins violently burst out of blood and shivered slightly.
"Ha ha ha, good, good! I am Dong Yi, the first time I met, I was able to fight with my fists and palms against the palms for so long, the first sword of the Tsing Yi East Hospital, you, very good, very good!"
Dong Yi laughed and laughed.
This kind of temperament, let the disciples of the Ziyuan South Hospital under the stage, can not help but boil, cheering loudly.
However, in the next moment, the change suddenly occurred.
Dong Yi said a word, but could not help but sway, then spurt a mouthful of blood, and pour it in the sky!
"East brother!"
Under the stage, some people exclaimed, and their body shape flashed. They jumped up to help Dongyi who fell down. When they looked carefully, they saw Dongyi’s nose and mouth, and they all had blood, arms and neck. It is as terrible as a strip of skin that fills the skin.
"The Tsing Yi East Hospital, the deception is too much, even the East brothers were so seriously injured?" The disciple of the South of the Purple Shirt stared at Ding Hao angrily.
Ding Hao is calm and does not argue.
"I have no reason to make trouble, and I am inevitably injured. I am only being shocked and fainted. The skill is not as good as people. I can only blame himself." Zhang Fan and Wang Xiaoqi also jumped on the ring and stood beside Ding Hao, fearing that Ding Hao would suffer.
"Qing Ting East Hospital, Ding Hao wins out!"
The Taiwanese magistrate loudly announced the final outcome of the contest.
Under the stage, the disciples of the Tsing Yi Eastern Hospital cheered and couldn't wait to jump on the ring. They excitedly surrounded Ding Hao in the middle.
The disciples of the Zizhao South Court can only look at Dongyi with the help of Dongyi.
In this contest, Dong Yi lost in the field he is best at, and there is nothing to say. The only thing that made them feel uncomfortable was that Dong Yi was supposed to be one of the three most confident in the second round of the South Court, but it was extremely unexpected to lose to Ding Hao this dark horse in this way!
far away.
"Interesting, hey, really interesting, I hope that tomorrow's third round of competition, you can draw this Ding Hao." White shirt in the middle of the [seven Yimeng] old three Chen Sheng, after watching the game, revealing white teeth laughing.
He is a martial artist and likes tough opponents.
"This Ding Hao is already the end of the strong, and it is too powerful. Although it defeated the South Court Dongyi, but his internal injuries are not light, tomorrow's competition, no matter who he draws, he will lose no doubt." Lao Er Liang Feixue Regretfully.
"I want to get him a fight sooner or later, haha, and that Dong Yi, hey, I like these two guys." Wu Chi Chen Sheng, a pair of eager to try.
"Go, go back."
Li Muyun, the head of [Seven Leagues] turned and left.
The five-year-old is the first popular candidate to win the championship. His face is handsome and handsome, his body is long and his face is always with a faint smile, giving him an impression of kindness and easygoing, especially when a pair of men have a rare peach eye. When smiling You can definitely fascinate any girl and have an indescribable charm.
The other six people left behind Li Muyun.
These seven people are fluttering in the white shirt, and they are so good that they have already attracted the attention of all the disciples around them.
"Look, that is the famous "Seven Yimeng League" in the White Shirt Middle School!"
"Yeah, they went to ask the swordsmen to worship, and everyone's strength is very strong. They have already broken into the third round of competition, which is enviable!"
The disciples from the various courts have been talking about it, and the disciples from the White Shirt Intermediate Court have never concealed their pride.
"Hey, [Seven Yimeng]? I want to see if you can get it." Li Lan looked soft and looked up at Ding Hao, who was surrounded by the disciples of the East Court on the platform. The cold light flashed away, and Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun turned and left.
"Dongyi's strength, at least should also enter the fourth round of the game, but lost to the unknown Ding Hao ... Well, it is a pity, less than a few points in the plan." Purple shirt children surrounded by, known as South The first person of the hospital [madman] Lu mad, a pair of eyebrows together, flashing, not knowing what to think, must be, with followers turned and left.
"It's a pity that this Ding Hao, really has no experience, actually chose to use this stupid way to fight, consume too much, tomorrow's battle, for him, is over!" The beautiful young Lin Xin of the North Shirt of the Yellow Shirt also turned away. .
"In this case, God bless, let me pick him up tomorrow." Fat man eats goods and smiles.
Lin Xin almost sighed: "You are in the second round today, luck you are already against the sky, still thinking about drawing a half-resident opponent tomorrow? You dreaming of you!"
"Hey, why do you react so much, you won't be envious of my luck?" Ren Xiaoyao sneered.
Lin Xin: "Why don't you die!"
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"Ding brother, are you okay?"
Returning to the No. 8 compound, Ding Hao was sent back to the room, and Zhang Fan asked without confidence.
"I'm fine, rest assured." Ding Hao smiled.
"Din Ding brothers have a rest early, and tomorrow morning will participate in the third round of competitions, hey, Ding brother, you are really big today, the brothers in the East Court are very excited, especially those female disciples, worship you Jane until crazy The extent of it really makes me jealous."
Wang Xiaoqi, who was sent back to Ding Hao with Zhang Fan, smiled.
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