Chapter 239: 1 group of garbage, come to war

In each of the two martial arts contests in Qingyang County, there are only a few hundred people participating in the mission, while in Pingyang County, there are more than 2,000 people.
Not only are there many people, but they are also very powerful.
Jun Changxiao relied on dazzling sunglasses, and found that the competitors had a minimum of one samurai, four or five samurai walked around, and the highest nine samurai also had four.
Qingyang County martial arts big contest, first and second grade martial arts are all champions, and can only become the bottom end here.
In fact, this gap is caused by the fact that the martial arts in Pingyang County are restricted to those who are under the age of 20.
Cheongyang-gun is limited to under eighteen years old, the difference between two years of age, the strength will obviously be different.
of course.
It is indisputable that Pingyang County of the eighth class is better than Qingyang county of the ninth class.
"what?"
An influential man sitting next to him whispered, "What's on the eyes of the iron skeleton?"
"Humph."
A senior official disdainfully said, "Pretend to be a ghost."
"A ninth-grade county eight-level sect also dares to come to our martial arts contest in Pingyang County. Who gives him courage?"
"It is said that this iron skeleton sent to challenge Hao Qimen and won the victory."
"The old man also heard a little about this, as if he sent seven disciples to fight and won seven games, and the host of Qin also lost to him."
"No, isn't an eight-class sect so strong?"
Below, the owner of Puyang City is talking about the big game rules, and the leaders of all factions are chatting.
It's not hard to hear from words that how incredible it is that the Iron Skeletons can defeat Hao Qimen.
Jun Chang laughed and listened carefully to the rules of the game.
It is generally understood that the rule of the first round of the match in Pingyang County was that the eight regions had a big dogfight. If they could stand at the prescribed time, they could advance to the second round.
Alas.
There are at least three hundred people in an area.
After the host Liyang Chengcheng explained the rules, the participants began to call for participants.
"Heshan School, Xionggui!"
"Jaimen ..."
"Cheongyang-gun, Iron-Bone Pipa, Night Stars!"
"in."
Ye Xingchen responded lazily.
If it wasn't for confirming that the contestants were present, he would not bother to answer.
However, the viewing platform exploded, and all the warriors were watching Ye Xingchen and whispering.
"I'm going. This year's martial arts contest, people from outside the county also come to participate?"
"Nine-class Qingyang County next door?"
"Isn't the Iron Bone faction that defeated Hao Qimen a while ago?"
"A ninth-ranked Yaliu martial arts faction came to our martial arts contest in Pingyang County. Do you really think of yourself as a spring onion?"
When they talked, the big brothers paid more attention to the image, and these Pingyang Jun Wu warriors fully expressed their disdain and disdain.
Even though the Ironbone faction can defeat Hao Qimen, in their eyes, they are nothing but the low-level faction of the lower county. It is a disgrace to come to Pingyang County to participate in the war.
"Cheongyang-gun iron bone school?"
"Hey, I'm really brave enough to dare to participate."
"It's a pity that he couldn't be divided into a division, otherwise he would have to be eliminated in the first round."
Disciples participating in each faction are also whispering.
A warrior standing next to Ye Xingchen, underestimated: "It turned out that he was from Qingyang County, so I said," I am so jealous? "
Other contestants in the same competition area also cast their eyes, and the corners of their mouths raised disdain and smiled.
I confirmed the look.
This guy was the first one eliminated after the game started.
Feeling that everyone was staring at himself, his eyes were disdainful and disdainful, Ye Xingchen said lightly: "A bunch of garbage."
Jun Chang, who was sitting on top, smiled and touched his chin, and said, "Beginning of the first round, the stars are afraid to be taken care of."
quickly.
Roll call ends.
The Pyongyang-gun warrior did not hear the name of the second contestant from Cheongyang-gun, and realized that the Iron-Bone faction sent only one person to participate.
What an eight class sect, sending a disciple to the battle ... How funny!
"Jun heads."
A middle-aged man next to him laughed and said, "Qi really admires your guts and dares to bring a disciple to the martial arts contest."
Jun Chang laughed and said, "OK."
The middle-aged man shook his head.
Last time, Liuliumen sent across the county to participate, and the ten disciples were all wiped out in the first round. You sent a disciple. Are you sure you are not funny?
"Elder Qi."
Someone laughed: "When the game starts, there should be lively watching in the third area."
"Yeah, when more than three hundred people collectively aim at one, it will be a miracle if they can last more than half a quarter of an hour."
The big brothers laughed.
Jun Chang smiled and ignored, and secretly said, "Xing Chen, this first round of melee is a bit cruel. Don't let this seat down."
At this moment, the host of Puyang City announced aloud: "The 66th Pingyang County Martial Arts Competition has officially started, and participants are invited to enter their respective divisions."
"It's about to start!"
"I can't wait!"
"This time the contestants are good, they will be wonderful!"
...
There are eight playing fields in each field, and each field is about half the size of a football field.
The night star who dispatched on behalf of Iron Bone was placed in the No. 3 area. When he came over, more than 300 nearby contestants cast their eyes.
no doubt.
They were all locked in this foreign county contestant, and after the competition started, they would unanimously go out.
This is too bullying, right?
No way, the martial arts of Pingyang County are much better.
If you come from a field to participate, then you need to be targeted.
Except for the powerful martial arts who challenge challenges and excitement, they will occasionally give it a try.
"Boy."
A contestant passed by in front of Ye Xingchen and whispered, "Don't cry when the fight starts."
cry?
Ye Xingchen remembered this guy.
...
All the members are in place. The eight competition areas accommodate more than 2,000 participants. Looking down from above, the picture is quite shocking.
"First round, start!"
Slightly, the owner of Liyang City shouted aloud.
"Whoo!"
Suddenly, the participants of the eight divisions will repair each of them as an explosion, and the diffusion of spiritual power is still quite powerful.
When the game officially started, most of the watchers in Taiwan watched their matches and turned their attention to Ye Xingchen.
People from outside the county.
Please experience my hospitality in Pingyang-gun!
"brush!"
A martial artist in the third division took the lead and rushed from behind, his fists condensed psionic energy.
"Snapped!"
Ye Xingchen turned, grabbed his fist with one palm, and said, "Trash."
"This……"
The contestant's face changed.
"Click!"
Ye Xingchen grasped with five fingers, and the sound of the broken bones suddenly came, and then his body went backwards, avoiding another person's attack, and kicked his feet.
"Oh!"
"Click!"
The second attacking warrior did not stand firmly, was kicked in the chest, and his ribs broke instantly.
"Ah!"
The two contestants screamed in pain.
"brush!"
Ye Xingchen threw out the guy who crushed the bones of his hands, and then stepped on the dragon walk to appear in front of a warrior ~ EbookFREE.me ~ directly clasped on his left shoulder, smiled eeriely: "You have the chance to cry None. "
"Click!"
"what----"
The warrior who was crushed by the shoulder bones suddenly screamed.
Yes.
He didn't even have the chance to cry.
Because the pain came unexpectedly, the heartbreaking lungs came, and the tears didn't begin to gather, and the person was fainted to the ground.
boom! boom!
Ye Xingchen turned around, reached out with his fists, and struck out two competitors.
Standing proudly in the competition area, sweeping away more than 300 Pingyang County contestants around, looked indifferently: "A group of garbage, let's fight."
(End of this chapter)