What makes Xiao Lin even more depressed is that the disciples of Tianshu Palace next to the "Qian" ring are shouting louder than anyone else. This is one of the four masters of their younger generation in Tianshu Palace. Apart from Bai Lingfeng, the four masters of Tianshu Palace are directly In addition to the sponsorship, two other masters have already fallen into the hands of Xiao Lin, and now there is only one master left. This master has placed the ardent hopes of the master and the brothers, so all the disciples of Tianshu Palace are working hard at this moment. Cheer, shout, and support him. This is even more detrimental to the fat brother.
Xiao Lin couldn't stand it anymore, so he flew directly to the desk and loudly cheered for Zhu Fanxiang: "Come on, senior brother Zhu, come on, senior brother Zhu!"
The disciples of Tianshu Palace saw Xiao Lin coming, and they came to their "home field" to cheer for others. This was tantamount to coming to challenge others. Although the two masters were defeated by him because of their poor martial arts, they at least had to be there. His voice surpassed that of the other party, so he shouted even more excitedly: "Come on, Senior Brother Song, come on, Senior Brother Song!"
"Brother Zhu, come on!"
"Brother Song, come on!"
"Senior Brother Zhu will win!"
"Senior Brother Song will definitely win!"
The excitement in the scene suddenly rose, and from a distance it looked as if Xiao Lin was leading the shouts. Xiao Lin chuckled and suddenly stopped shouting. The disciples of Tianshu Palace also couldn't help but shut their mouths and waited for the opponent's roar. However, after waiting for a long time, the guy continued to cheer for their opponent. Only then did he feel that The atmosphere on the field was very strange. The dense crowd stood beside the ring with the word "gan" in it, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly realizing that he had been deceived, the Tianshu Palace disciple suddenly started cheering for Brother Bai Yi, and his voice became louder and louder. Xiao Lin chuckled, became angry and yelled again: "Fat brother is a heavyweight, the competition will be certain." win."
"..." The people next to him were silent for a while. This guy also added a slogan. The disciples of Tianshu Palace were depressed for a while. They couldn't answer the words now and could only watch the guy shouting vigorously. Suddenly, a disciple from Tianshu Palace thought of a slogan: "Brother Song is so handsome, he will win the game quickly!"
All the Tianshu Palace disciples shouted in surprise: "Brother Song is so handsome, he will win the game quickly!"
"Fat brother is so pink. I will definitely win the game!" Xiao Lin casually changed his sentence.
"..." All the Tianshu Palace disciples were silent for a while. Suddenly they shouted together: "Brother Song is so handsome. Win the game quickly!"
Depend on. repeat? Do you have any innovative spirit? Xiao Lin looked down upon the disciples of Tianshu Palace. He continued to change his slogan: "The fat brother is a master chef. He will not lose the competition!"
"Brother Song is so handsome. Win the game quickly!"
"Fat brother is a flower. He is the big winner!"
"Brother Song is so handsome. Win the game quickly!"
"Damn!" Xiao Lin cursed secretly. He always uses this line. Is it interesting? Xiao Lin couldn't help but feel depressed. These guys were really masters in adapting to all changes by staying the same. Besides, this group of people is extremely large in number. It seems that I am a bit lonely on my own. Forget it, I don’t have the same experience as them.
No longer shouting empty slogans, Xiao Lin focused his attention on the ring. Although Fatty Zhu's sword light was more fierce at this moment, Xiao Lin could see that this was Fatty Zhu's last ditch effort - he was already a little insistent. Can't stand it anymore.
"Quick, quick, faster, faster!" Zhu Fanxiang kept reminding himself, constantly thinking about the secret of "Eighteen Slashes to Subdue the Dragon" in his mind, "Be ruthless, be accurate, be fierce, Be energetic!”
"Wha—" Zhu Fanxiang's silver kitchen knife was swung violently, and the entire barrier seemed to be filled with silver knife shadows. Whether it was the offensive sword energy or the defensive sword curtain, at this moment, it reached what Zhu Fanxiang could achieve. At the peak, Song Yueming was horrified for a moment. He tried his best to block Zhu Fanxiang's dozens of sword attacks, but failed to even break his sword screen!
"Wow... ah... ah..." The crowd instantly burst out with various voices, but without exception they were all surprised voices.
They didn't expect that the fat man from Xiangchu Pavilion could use such a powerful knife technique. They only knew that the fat man from Xiangchu Pavilion usually handled spoons, but they didn't expect that he would be so powerful when picking up a kitchen knife!
Just when everyone was marveling at Fatty's strength, something happened to Fatty Zhu!
"Bang!" Zhu Fanxiang half-knelt on the ground, looking very depressed. In order to prevent himself from falling completely, Fatty Zhu quickly put the silver kitchen knife on the ground.
"Hey... huh?" Everyone immediately made doubtful voices again. This guy was so powerful and sturdy just now, why is he so sluggish now? Could it be that all the energy, strength, and energy were exhausted in that moment? Already approaching the point of exhaustion and death? Oh, what a pity, what a pity, such a wonderful battle scene only lasted a quarter of an hour.
Everyone guessed right. The fat man was indeed exhausted and was about to go into shock as soon as possible. This guy was extremely skilled in swordsmanship, but his level of Wuji Heart Jue was only at the second level, and his relatively shallow zhenqi could not support him to exert such strong sword skills. Qi, if the situation is serious, can really lead to death. Jing is the essence of energy!
This time Fatty tried his best, but he finally lost and failed to enter the top nine of the audition and the top sixteen overall!
However, his performance was definitely not inferior to others. Although he did not enter the top nine, his performance still made many people remember him.
The fat man was helped up by the referee's uncle on the ring, and a little energy was injected into him to help him regain his strength, and then he was sent off the stage by the uncle.
As soon as Zhu Fanxiang was sent to the audience, Xiao Lin came to his side and asked with concern: "How are you? Your body is not injured?"
"There is no damage, but my body feels a little drained!" Fatty Zhu said depressedly, "Hey, I finally lost and failed to enter the top nine."
"It doesn't matter, your performance is already quite good. The top nine people in the audition may not be as good as you. Really, you are just unlucky and met the masters of Tianshu Palace." Xiao Lin comforted him. road.
When Fatty Zhu heard this, he immediately smiled sheepishly and said, "Hey, actually, I'm lucky enough. I had a bye in the first five games, but I only played four games. And among these four games, the brothers I met were all of average strength."
"Bye? Your luck is so good!" Damn, he was able to get the only spot in this way. His luck was so good that it was outrageous. It was unlike him, who met a master in the first game. Although He was knocked down in a few seconds, but he was still a master after all, and it took him a long time to calculate the attack plan.
"So, we have to meet a master in this match!" Fatty Zhu seemed to be open-minded, but he still couldn't hide the slight disappointment in his heart.
Once a person has an ideal, his confidence will expand! But after a period of time when my confidence had been inflated without any difficulty, it still felt a little uncomfortable to be slapped down abruptly.
"You're already strong enough! Damn it, if your Wuji Heart Technique can reach the third or fourth level, wouldn't you be invincible?" Xiao Lin said hoarsely: "I don't see it, your kid's mentality has been very bad recently. You are impetuous, your heart is as high as the sky! In the past, you had strength but lacked confidence. Now you are still very strong, but your confidence is higher than your strength. Hehe, you must know that the height of confidence is directly proportional to strength. Yes, how much strength can you have, how much confidence you have, how much cultivation you have, how high your realm can be! If you blindly pursue the height of your state of mind but your strength base cannot keep up, you are likely to be invaded by inner demons. It leads to obsession!"
"How much strength you have, how much confidence you have, how much cultivation you have, how high your realm can be!" Fatty Zhu thought about this sentence for a while, and the impetuous mood that kept fluctuating in his heart slowly calmed down.
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