Eternal gate

"Ji Hen wins."

Wu Xuantong's words were shouted particularly loudly.

He had to shout louder, otherwise he would be sorry for someone's toughness.

"Go down and take a rest."

Zhao Yun was kind-hearted and helped Man Teng up. Fighting is fighting, it's better for us to be brothers.

Man Teng stumbled every step and could not walk steadily. His eyes were filled with tears and he was grinning.

When he was about to leave the stage, this guy even opened his pants and took a look inside.

Fortunately, my little brother is still there, and so are those two round balls.

"I'm very measured when I make my move." Zhao Yun said seriously.

With these words, Man Teng lost his footing and fell down the stone steps. The blood he had been holding back in his mouth finally spurted out. He didn't know whether it was because he was too seriously injured or because his kidneys hurt because of anger.

"Oh my dear."

Su Yu and Sikong Jiannan's group of talented people hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

By the way, I would like to extend my warmest condolences, and I really want to ask Man Teng how he feels.

Zhao Yun walked away holding his waist.

In the fight with Man Teng, it was fake that he wasn't injured, but his whole body hurt from being hammered.

"If you want to fight with him, it's best to leave your little brother at home."

Looking at Zhao Yun's leaving figure, everyone collectively realized this truth.

It’s good to leave it at home, but it’s safe to leave it at home!

For such a big man, I'm afraid he will have a shadow for the rest of his life.

"Using dirty tricks will lead to victory without using force."

Zhao Yun had heard too many such words along the way, such as Wei Teng and Ru Zheng, who were not honest. What they said was just and awe-inspiring, and they were standing on the moral high ground to accuse Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun said nothing and only glanced at Wei Teng.

There are so many people, but the one who jumps around is the happiest.

I’ll remember you. Next time I won’t give you a stomach ache, I’ll have to give you a pain in the balls.

"Whether it was dirty or not...he won."

The elders took a deep breath. Facts also proved that the man who came through the back door was not a minion, nor did he know that he was a paper tiger. He would be the most handsome dark horse among the disciples of this new sect.

It’s just so painful.

It hurts a little to be defeated by such a monster disciple!

Here, Zhao Yun has found a place to sit down, sitting next to Mr. Chen Xuan.

"You're really good!" Chen Xuan glared at him with his mustache.

Zhao Yun coughed a mouthful of blood, took out a bag from his arms, and placed it on the gaming table.

A bag! It's just for holding things.

Hmm...it can also be used to hold silver and banknotes.

He won, and he won again. Are you angry or not?

"Win, I let you win."

Old Chen Xuan was furious, his face was dark and his face was bright. He crumpled the flat banknotes into a ball and threw them into the bag one by one. Every time he threw one, he would curse, "I'm Xin." After decades of hard work, you fucked me one after another until liberation.

Is it easy for an old man to make some money...?

Not only his face is dark.

Most of the old guys present had faces as black as charcoal.

The banknotes deposited with Mr. Chen Xuan all belonged to them, and now they all went into Ji Hen's pocket.

So, you are doing this crowdfunding thing?

We are the ones donating money.

Zhao Yun didn't take it seriously, he said he would have to pay tuition if he looked down upon someone.

"Remand?" Zhao Yun had already taken back the money bag, and he spread out the banknotes crumpled into a ball by Mr. Chen Xuan. Silver is a good thing. You can go to a time-honored store to buy treasures at a discount. This The surprise may be saved until the end. I don’t know if the old man admits it or not.

"Push."

Old Chen Xuan's teeth squeaked loudly, and the word "安" came out from between his teeth. When he looked at Zhao Yun, his face was no longer as simple as a black face, his eyes were almost on fire.

"Remand me?" Zhao Yun asked casually.

"I don't believe in evil, how can you still win?"

"That's hard to say." Zhao Yun just focused on sorting out the banknotes. As long as he didn't run into Chu Wushuang in the next round, the remaining disciples could come as they pleased, whether they were Yin soldiers or Heavenly spirits.

"Lin Xie, Mo Dao, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong's words drew the attention of the spectators from Zhao Yun to the battle stage.

Lin Xie took a deep breath and stood up.

"What do you mean, you still need to fight?" Sikong Jiannan raised his eyebrows.

"This is a rare battle, and I also want to try the power of the Mo Dao." Lin Xie smiled.

"Okay, he is a man." Everyone gave a thumbs up, this guy is very tough.

"My disciple... abstains from voting."

Before Lin Xie came on stage, he heard an elder speaking.

Nai Mo Dao's master said this for Mo Dao.

Hearing this, too many people looked back. Even Zhao Yun, who was counting the money, subconsciously looked at it. The strength of Mo Dao was obvious to all. He was a first-rate evildoer. Why did he abstain from the fight against the seriously injured Lin Xie.

After seeing it, many people frowned.

I don't blame them for being like this, it's just that the Mo Dao at the moment is not in a good condition. He is sitting there like a statue, his face is pale and bloodless, blood is bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he can't hide his hurt look between his eyebrows.

It was obvious that he was injured, and it was a very serious injury.

And his master, who was currently recovering from his injuries, said he would give up.

"What kind of power, such a strong backlash."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, even though he was far away, he could clearly see the state of Mo Dao. There was an extremely terrifying force running around in his body. Mo Dao couldn't suppress it at all, let alone fight, and he tried to activate his true energy. It would damage the foundation, so I had to give up. Fortunately, Mo Dao still had a chance to be resurrected.

What he lacked was time to heal, so giving up was a helpless move.

"Lin Xie...wins." Wu Xuantong announced the result.

"This... can you advance?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows.

Lin Xie coughed dryly. He didn't expect this, but he happened to encounter the ink knife healing his injury.

Really, when luck comes...I can't stop it.

Yin Hun's face didn't look good.

It doesn't matter if he loses half a move, his ranking is far behind Lin Xie's.

"Shouldn't we start this round today?" Wu Xuantong muttered as he looked at the healing Mo Dao. Looking at Mo Dao's condition, it would be difficult for him to even play in the resurrection match. What he lacks is time for healing.

He closed his eyes and continued calling people.

Mu Qinghan then stepped onto the battlefield.

Luck is also a part of strength. She was lucky this time. The person she faced was not too strong. Although she couldn't beat Liu Ruyue, she was still able to defeat this person and advance strongly.

Fortunately, she is not the only one.

Qingyao, who came up later, stunned the audience with her Qinglian song and advanced as she wished.

As for Mu Zhaoxue, it was a bit difficult to win, but she still made it to the next round.

Youlan was inconspicuous and failed to defeat a very powerful disciple.

In the subsequent games, there was no situation where two powerful people met. For example, the Buddhist Prajna, Yin Bing's real body Han Xue, and Liu Ruyue were all extremely powerful evildoer disciples, and they all advanced without any suspense.

At this point, the first half of the third round came to an end.

Thirty-five people participated in the battle, 18 people advanced, and the remaining 17 people will participate in the resurrection competition. Many of them have used the resurrection opportunity. Throw away those people, and only eight disciples are left on stage.

It is worth mentioning that Man Teng's walking posture is a bit strange.

A certain part had been hit hard, and it was still hurting so much that I was in tears.

"Boy, just wait for me."

When passing by Zhao Yun, Man Teng's big face was extremely dark.

When I fight you, if we meet again, I will also kick your little brother.

Zhao Yun just immersed himself in counting money, and when he met again, he kicked you and kicked you to pieces.

Seven people came on stage, only the ink knife was missing.

Wu Xuantong took a sip of wine and looked at the location of the ink knife.

"Senior brother, please help him."

Master Mo Dao replied and continued to heal Mo Dao's wounds.

It has reached the final stage and it is really not suitable to move the ink knife.

"Easy to say." Wu Xuantong smiled.

There is no need for him to draw, just leave a sign and put it at the end.

Mo Dao is very powerful and should get a good ranking. He opened the back door.

Mo Dao was lucky enough to be ranked last.

In other words, there will be a lot more time to heal.

"Come."

Man Teng let out a wolf howl and simply did not leave the stage. He was the first one.

Look at his opponent. He is a disciple in white. He is a little timid, but I cannot say that he is timid. The main reason is that Man Teng's demeanor at the moment is a bit irritable. The so-called irritable should mean... I really want to find someone to vent my anger on, but I was kicked out as a younger brother. Brother, I have been holding back my anger, and I also want to find a younger brother to kick me.

"I...won't fight."

As the disciple in white said, he turned around and was about to step down, but he didn't want to be the one being bullied.

Barbarian refused to do anything, and caught up with him in a few steps, and then he was dragged back, and he was going to beat him up no matter what.

"Get lost."

Wu Xuantong intervened forcefully, like carrying a little chicken and throwing it out of the arena for Man Teng. The main reason was that he was also angry because he lost hundreds of thousands of taels because of this big guy.

The second game was much duller.

They are two female disciples, one in purple and one in green.

These two have female disciples, so they are quite reserved, especially the female disciple in purple. Since she came to the stage, she has basically not made any moves. She is running around all over the battlefield, while the woman in green is chasing after him.

"Understood." Mr. Chen Xuan stroked his beard.

The purple-clothed female disciple is Mo Dao's junior sister. She only runs away without fighting. This is nothing more than buying time for her senior brother to heal his injuries as soon as possible. He must catch up with the last match, otherwise he will be eliminated.

The female disciple in purple has a mission, and the female disciple in green also has a mission.

Just because the one who fought against Mo Dao in the fourth game was her senior brother.

One is delaying time, the other is buying time, that's the situation.

"If you were fighting against a female disciple, you wouldn't be able to defeat him." Elder Chen Xuan glanced sideways at Zhao Yun.

"It depends on who it is." Zhao Yun put his hands in his hands.

People like Qingyao and Zhaoxue would definitely be embarrassed to fall.

What if it was the kind of Chu Wushuang and Prajna! Then you have to throw yourself to death.

They are... resistant to falls.

"If they were female disciples, would you also kick them in the lower body?" Elder Chen Xuan's eyes were still slanted.

"I still want to show some face." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

If he dares to kick a female disciple, Yun Yan will beat him half to death.

So, it depends on the opponent. The men can kick the ball correctly, but the female disciples...

Chen Xuan finally closed his eyes.

To be honest, he couldn't believe it. This guy named Ji Hen had too many tricks.

Maybe, when he fights a female disciple, this guy will come up with a stick.

"Are you still running?"

From the stage came the slight scolding of the female disciple in green, who finally caught the female disciple in purple. Without further ado, they started fighting on the spot. The female disciple in purple was caught off guard and fell to the battlefield with one move.

"Master, I tried my best."

The female disciple in purple coughed, looking quite embarrassed.

The master didn't reply, he was concentrating on healing Mo Dao's wounds.