Urban Cultivation: I Was Dug Out Again

The next day, in the morning, the top five will be determined by the winner group, and then the losers will wait for the winners of the loser group tomorrow and afternoon to compete for the last five seats.

After yesterday's battle, the people had a new understanding of martial arts.

This is definitely not the fancy fists and kicks in the impression. Every move can kill the enemy. This is a life and death fight. This is real martial arts.

Discussions began again on the forum about whether it was too cruel to allow students who should be studying to participate in such competitions.

Although there were no casualties, the scene of blood-stained clothes made the people sweat for these students.

The opening match of the second day began, and the commentators were the same three seniors as yesterday.

"Today's battle in the winner's group is very interesting, especially Bei Wuhan from the Bei family and Zhang Yaqing and Mi Xiaoxue from yesterday. I wonder if they will run into each other today?" Xiao Fang stroked his beard and smiled.

"Well, Bei Wuhan has already mastered the Fengjuanwanyun move. It has a wide attack area and powerful moves. No one may be able to please him." Tan Buer also nodded in analysis.

"You two, please don't talk too much. Have you forgotten Ma Tianming yesterday?" Nan Batian was quite unhappy. His disciple was defeated by Mi Xiaoxue, so naturally he couldn't bear to be treated favorably by the family members.

"Ah~ this~" Being interrupted by Nan Batian, the two of them were a little embarrassed. They were slapped in the face yesterday, and now they feel burning pain when they think about it.

"Let's take a look at the results of the first draw."

"The first match, Bei Wuhan VS Li Mengmeng."

Damn it, Li Mengmeng won the jackpot again. This is all luck. Two people who didn't want to meet were bumped into one after another.

"Come on, let go of the fight, don't fight with him, just rely on your flexibility to find his flaws, don't compete with him for strength." No. 6 immediately gave Li Mengmeng pre-fight guidance.

"Well, come on." Li Mengmeng encouraged herself.

"Come on Mengmeng." The girls also encouraged each other.

Arriving on the stage, opposite Bei Wuhan, he was already standing on the stage calmly holding his sword in his arms.

"Brother Bei, please hold back for a while. Sister, I rely on this face to hold up the scene, so don't let me get scratched."

"Haha, sister Mengmeng, don't worry, we are close friends and I won't hurt you." The two are familiar with each other and have cooperated many times in the secret realm.

"Let's start after we finish chatting." The referee said to the two of them, and then immediately retreated to the edge of the ring, his sword blind. Although he was at the peak of dark strength, these proud men are not weak. retreat.

Li Mengmeng drew out the Wind Spirit Sword and just took a stance when Bei Wuhan suddenly took two steps back with a thud, then turned over and fell down.

"Sister Mengmeng, your sword energy has improved so much. I didn't expect that I could only resist one step more than Ma Tianming. It's really amazing." Bei Wuhan didn't forget to say something to Ma Tianming while he was acting.

The people at the scene were dumbfounded, and the three senior commentators were also dumbfounded. What the hell is happening again?

Who is this Li Mengmeng?

Li Mengmeng was extremely confused. She even doubted that what they said was true. Could it be that she had really mastered some magical secret that even she didn't know?

"Uh~ah~haha, Chengrang~Chengrang, are you okay, Brother Bei?"

"It's okay. Thank you Sister Mengmeng for keeping your hand. Bei is willing to give up." Bei Wuhan climbed up with difficulty and thanked Li Mengmeng.

"Referee, announce, I surrender." Bei Wuhan quickly reminded the Yinlongwei referee who was standing aside.

"Ah~oh~Li Mengmengsheng, what the hell is going on?" After the announcement, the referee muttered in a low voice, a little speechless, what kind of sword energy, why didn't I feel it?

When else will An Jin be able to release sword energy to attack? What about fools?

In the audience, only Ma Tianming was wearing his hair. It seemed that Bei Wuhan had noticed something. Didn't he say that everyone in the Bei family was a fool?

Why is this Bei Wuhan so shrewd? Damn it, it seems that what he has done recently has been too obvious, making him suspicious.

Bei Wuhan's cell phone rang as soon as he got off the stage. He saw that the call was from his second uncle who served in the Hidden Dragon Guard. He was probably calling to scold him for bringing shame on the Bei family.

"Haha, my nephew did a great job." As soon as the call was connected, his second uncle's signature loud voice came through. What made Bei Wuhan puzzled was that instead of scolding him, his second uncle praised him for a great job.

"Uh~Second uncle, don't you scold me?" Bei Wuhan asked cautiously.

"Why are you scolding you? It's good to lose, but you can't give up in tomorrow's battle. You must win it. And you must win the spot in this World Martial Arts Competition. You will know why by then."

"There is really a problem with the identities of those three girls?" Bei Wuhan asked in a low voice, covering the phone.

"Don't ask too many questions, you will know when the time comes."

"I understand." Bei Wuhan understood instantly that this question involved something he couldn't know. It seems that his guess was right. Ma Tianming, Ma Tianming, you are not the only one who can lick.

"Old Bei, where's your face?" Ma Tianming looked unhappy, feeling as if someone had plucked the peach from him.

"What? You're only allowed to feel pity for me, but you're not allowed to have pity on your beauty?"

"Don't you look down on me? Bah~ Shameless."

"Ha~ I'm happy, do you care?" Bei Wuhan rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to Ma Tianming.

"Hmph~ You'd better pray that you don't run into me tomorrow, otherwise I'll beat you up so much that your mother won't even recognize you."

"It sounds like who is afraid of you? Who will beat whom? It's still uncertain?" Bei Wuhan also felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He was not sure of winning against Ma Tianming, but he couldn't give in.

"Is this Bei Wuhan related to No. 7?" Mo Tian asked No. 6 next to him while eating an orange.

"Well, No. 7 is his second uncle."

"Haha, it's interesting. He's smarter and more promising than that idiot No. 7." Mo Tian appreciated it.

"Uh~ In fact, the heir to our Zhang family is also very good, but this time he is in the Southern District." It seems that I have to find an opportunity to remind my cousin. On the premise of ensuring that he can get a spot in the World Championship, he met Zhang Yaqing and the three girls can avoid fighting if they can. If they can give Number One a good look, there will be many benefits in the future.

Number Six is ​​also from a noble family, so he naturally has to plan for his own family.

"How are you two seniors? Have you been slapped in the face again? Are you screaming in pain?" Nan Batian was overjoyed, and Bei Wuhan did a great job.

"You don't slap people in the face when you hit them, don't tell them when you see through them, young people don't practice martial arts." In front of Nan Batian, the two of them were considered seniors. At this moment, they were a little embarrassed and could only mutter secretly.

The forum was filled with one-sided criticism and various conspiracy theories.

[I understand, this Li Mengmeng does not practice swordsmanship, but charm, the kind that can’t be cured even after just one glance]

[That’s right, if she glances at me, I’ll be willing to give in. It’s a bit unbearable]

[Haha, if she glances at you, you will probably bleed to death from your orifices]

[What are the nine orifices? 】

[Seven orifices on the upper side, two orifices on the lower side]

[Brother knows it very well]

【Slightly understand~Slightly understand~】

Although the people were very unhappy, Li Mengmeng and the girls were extremely happy. The two people they were most worried about were no longer in contact. The level of the others was nothing to them. It seemed that they were sure to have a big dinner tonight.