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On the stage, Meng Ziyu (Wang Ergou) looked at the number in his hand, his body seemed to be frozen, and his cheeks twitched.

He stiffly turned his head to look at Sword Platform No. 1, where a beautiful woman named Shiyi Niang was also looking at him.

The two people's eyes collided in the air, and Meng Ziyu was about to cry but had no tears... "God, I never brought you to play with people like this!"

Meng Ziyu has a good memory. He remembers very clearly that Chen Bujian said that Qiu Zihan's current name is Shiyi Niang.

The number he drew was number 1, which meant that he was going to have an... brutal and inhumane fight with Qiu Zihan, who also drew number 1.

In the audience seat, Chen Bujian silently mourned for Meng Ziyu for less than a second. He turned to Xiao Xiuer and said, "It's okay. You can continue to place your bets."

Xiaojun followed: "Miss Xiu'er, don't worry, even ten two-year-olds can't stand up to one finger of an eleven-year-old girl."

"Hmm..." Xiao Xiuer nodded vigorously. After receiving a positive reply, she happily went to place a bet.

On the main sword platform, all the players finally finished drawing their numbers, and each flew down to the small sword platform where they had drawn the numbers. Mr. Xia said loudly at this time:

"Once again, there are no restrictions during the battle. If the opponent is knocked off the sword platform, or the opponent voluntarily admits defeat, it is considered victory and automatically advances to the next round... Now, I announce that this year's underworld ranking battle has officially begun.

!”

The water mirrors above the fifty small sword platforms each broadcast the fighting situation of the small sword platform in real time. No matter where you are in the spectator seat, as long as you move your eyes slightly, you can have a clear view of the status of each sword platform.

Sword Platform No.1.

Meng Ziyu looked at Qiu Zihan opposite him, and stiffly cupped his fists and saluted: "Sister Zihan, although I know that I am not your opponent, I still want to try my best to fight you on such a formal occasion.

It’s an honor no matter what…”

Qiu Zihan was quite surprised: "Do you know who I am? Sister Zihan, your voice sounds familiar, you are..."

Qiu Zihan thought for less than a breath and said: "You are the Tang sect who blew me up with the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus. You are the one who killed me, right? I remember you!"

Meng Ziyu smiled sheepishly: "It's me..."

"You two, have you had enough chat?" At this time, a voice came from not far away.

It was the sword guard standing on sword platform No. 1 who spoke out. He was the referee of sword platform No. 1.

The sword guard looked at the two of them and said in a calm tone: "You still have twenty-three breaths. If you don't fight after this period, it will be regarded as automatically giving up and admitting defeat."

As he said that, the sword guard also looked sideways at the small sword stands next door. They had been fighting for a long time, and they were the only ones returning the ink marks.

Meng Ziyu hurriedly said: "We have talked enough, we can start."

"Okay..." The sword guard raised his hand: "The game begins!!"

As soon as the sword guard's voice fell, Meng Ziyu didn't even say hello:

"Stars rain and flowers fly!"

This was accompanied by the sound of the gears turning in the folding fan in my hand.

"Chi!"

A hidden weapon shot out from the folding fan. At the moment it shot out, the hidden weapon split into two, two into four, and four into eight. In an instant, it turned into dozens of hidden weapons, shining with faint starlight, like a gust of wind and rain.

Rushing towards the autumn purple cold.

After releasing this move, Meng Ziyu didn't even look at the hit rate. He immediately stamped his foot hard and stepped back. He knew that an attack of this level would not hurt Qiu Zihan even if it was unexpected. As a long-range sect, he could only

Put distance between the two parties.

Only then can he find real offensive opportunities.

Faced with this hidden weapon attack that was inevitable like a shower of stars, in the eyes of ordinary people, it came at a very fast speed, and some people even couldn't react at all. However, Qiu Zihan's movements were swift, a bat flew through the night, and his figure turned into

Ghosts, escaping by changing their appearance...

In the spectator seats, Chen Bujian and the others did not pay attention to Meng Ziyu's battle. They were all looking at the No. 15 sword platform where Wu Shigui was.

On the sword platform No. 15, Wu Shigui's opponent was a magic sword soul-piercing player named Huo Yuan who was holding a waist sword.

The name is very good, but as Wu Shigui keeps on beating me, the sign of defeat has appeared, and defeat is not far away.

"Tsk tsk..." Xiaojun couldn't help but tsk: "Why is Lao Wu so lucky? He's so lucky to meet novices all the time."

He also couldn't figure out how he could succeed with such strength. He could teach him how to behave with just one hand. Without looking at him, Xiaojun turned to look at Sword Platform No. 1:

"Oh, Ziyu is still fighting with others!"

"ha?"

Hearing this, Chen Bujian, Pink and the other three quickly shifted their gazes and landed on the No. 1 sword platform.

At this moment, on Sword Platform No. 1, the battle was extremely fierce, and people were overwhelmed with all kinds of fancy moves.

Anyone in the audience, even if they don't know how to fight, can see that the two of them are really capable and have good strength. However, judging from the situation of the battle, the strength of the two should be about the same. Who will win?

Negative, hard to predict.

Many people who placed bets on Sword Platform No. 1 felt extremely tormented when they saw such a fierce battle.

"What are you doing, Sister Zihan?" Jun Yueyue was puzzled.

Chen Bujian pondered: "It should be that he is hiding his clumsiness on purpose and doesn't want to be recognized by others!"

"That makes sense. If people knew that she came to Tianlong City to compete for resources with newcomers, it would not sound good." Xiaojun said.

Others don't know, but they know very well, can Meng Ziyu and Qiu Zihan fight back and forth?

Don't dream, it's good if he can withstand three attacks from Qiu Zihan.

The screen fell to Sword Platform No. 1, but there was a loud "bang" sound, the Tang Sect Explosive Sky Star exploded, and thick smoke suddenly billowed in the center of the sword platform. Two figures jumped out of the smoke and distanced themselves from each other, showing a very tacit understanding.

Yes, he did not continue the next attack.

"He..."

Both Qiu Zihan and Meng Ziyu were panting, and you could even see the sweat streaming down their cheeks.

"He...he..." Meng Ziyu swallowed, took a breath, and rushed to Qiu Zihan, who was facing him, and said: "Let's talk about it, it feels so good to fight, it's so good, it's been a long time since I've played so good, let's fight like this again

There’s no point in going down there…”

Meng Ziyu turned his head and looked at the sword guard who had been standing on the edge of the sword platform, and shouted: "I surrender!"

"Are you sure?" Sword Guard asked with a silent expression.

"Sure."

"Okay..." the sword guard said loudly: "I announce that Wang Ergou will admit defeat on sword platform No. 1! Eleven Niang wins and advances to the next round!"

The last sentence of the sword guard's announcement, blessed by the true energy, resounded throughout the entire sword discussion platform.

"Wow!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place exploded into an uproar, because both sides were equally matched in the battle before the No. 1 sword platform. The fight was extremely fierce and exciting, and had attracted the attention of most of the spectators in the spectator seats early on.

Who can accept this sudden surrender?

"I think Wang Ergou and Eleven Niang are about the same strength. Why would he admit defeat?"

"Shady story!! Shady story!! There is definitely a shady story!!"

“My gold!!”

And those who bet on Meng Ziyu were extremely emotional at the moment and couldn't accept it. They screamed and complained that there was definitely a P.Y transaction between the two. This was a shady secret!

As for those who bet on Shiyi Niang, they are now happily going to the betting point to redeem their money.

Soon, the first round of promotions ended. Among the 100 people who qualified, 50 people were eliminated and 50 people advanced. They were about to start drawing numbers for the next round of 50 to 25 competition.

Returning from the mist is also among them.

"Ziyu is here..." Chen Bujian said.

At this moment, Meng Ziyu admitted defeat, walked to the spectator seats, and came to Chen Bujian and the other four.

"How do you feel?" Xiaojun asked him.

"It's okay, I had a great time playing." Meng Ziyu said with a smile.

Jun Yueyue looked at the drawing of the numbers on the main sword platform, her eyes full of worry: "I don't know if Lao Wu can advance to the top twenty-five."

If possible, she really hopes that her good sisters can advance to the second place.

"Xuan..."

Chen Bujian said that after all, half of the people have been eliminated, and the remaining ones are not good ones.

At this moment, Xiao Xiuer, with a cheerful smile on her face, ran towards the crowd from the aisle of the spectator seats.

As soon as she ran there, Xiao Xiuer didn't even open her mouth:

"Exactly! This hundred gold, give me a bet for Eleven Niang, your tip is indispensable." Meng Ziyu saw Xiao Xiuer dressed as a staff member of the betting point, thinking that she was specifically walking around the spectator seats to provide people with bets.

Service staff.

After all, there are indeed many such staff members in the banquet room now, so he directly threw the hundred gold he got from qualifying to her and asked her to place a bet for him.

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(Happy New Year’s Eve, and I also hope that those who cannot celebrate the New Year, and those who celebrate the New Year, will not wrong themselves...)