In an instant, the shield-wielding man's hair stood up all over his body, and he felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow, and even his blood was cold.
At this moment, he heard a "click" sound, and then his eyes flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he suddenly retreated from the dense fog. He took a closer look, and it was actually passed directly to the outside of Bidoutai.
There was a lot of noise around, and many spectators were also surprised by the situation in front of them.
"What's the matter? Why did it suddenly come out?"
"What happened in the fog?"
"Who knows, whoever comes out is the loser anyway."
After listening to these discussions, the shield-wielding man broke into a cold sweat. Why was it suddenly sent out? This is a protective measure that Bidoutai uses to compare the people who are fighting. It forces the losers out between the lines of life and death, in order to save the lives of these disciples. In other words, if it were not on the stage, but in another position, he would be dead now.
At this moment, Jianshang on the stage withdrew the thick fog, revealing the whole picture of Bidoutai. I saw that Jian Jian was standing in the center, and in a corner of the stage, the bamboo flute was being thrown there alone, still rolling on the ground due to inertia.
"Acceptance." Jian Yi smiled and cupped his hands outward.
The pale face of the man holding the shield only eased slightly at this time. Now, how could he still not know how he lost? But losing this trick still made him very unconvinced, "I really didn't expect that your aura could stretch so long."
Yes, to make the bamboo flute sound, you only need to pour the spiritual energy into it, and you don't need to hold it in your hand at all. In the situation where he was suddenly in the fog, he subconsciously equated the location of the bamboo flute with the simple location, and it was completely the simple way. But on second thought, the distance between Jian Jian and the bamboo flute really shouldn't be within the reach of a qi-refining cultivator's aura... If not, he probably wouldn't fall for it so easily.
Jian Jian walked to the edge of the bamboo flute, picked it up, held it in his hand and threw it upward, "Don't think too much. The range that my aura can reach is about the same as yours. It's just time."
The person holding the shield was a little dazed at first, but then watched him toss and catch the bamboo flute, and then gradually realized it.
It was when the bamboo flute was thrown out, just left his hand, and still within the reach of the spiritual energy, that the bamboo flute was easily activated. Then there was a time difference between when the bamboo flute was activated and when the bamboo flute made a sound. It was within this short time difference that many times it could be ignored, the bamboo flute was thrown into that corner... That's how the distance was widened.
"Tips for carving insects." The man flicked his sleeves and became more and more dissatisfied.
Jian Yi didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile, and that smile seemed to ask: If it's really a small trick, how did you get it? Not to mention how to think of this trick, but to say how to grasp the timing so accurately, not everyone can do it.
The person holding the shield didn't want so much, so he went back angrily. When someone asked about the situation in the fog before, he also knew that he had nothing to say, and even more bluntly said that the reason why Jian Yi could win was all due to the small sum.
This directly caused everyone to underestimate the strength of the simple.
The next round of simple opponents are also full of confidence when they come to power, as if they believe that as long as they don't fall in the game, they can win.
In the end, he still lost, and also lost to a "carved bug trick".
This time, there was no fog, and everyone saw how Jian Jian used those magical instruments with different functions to lay a small trap, and then waited for the opponent to jump in.
At the moment when Simple finally won, those in the stands watched the opponent jump into Weng Zhong decisively, and even burst into laughter.
It's true that a simple victory doesn't show strength, but it's interesting to look at.
Originally, there were a lot of people who paid attention to Jian Yi. After winning these two games, it naturally aroused the interest of more people.
And then the third round, the fourth round...
Unlike yesterday's abuse of vegetables and talisman crushing, today's few rounds are easy to win, and it is very dangerous to win. plate. Those who followed him were at first nervous about the previous unfavorable situation, and they were also pleasantly surprised by his final victory. But after every game is narrowly won, the word "risk" will not go anywhere.
Just as, when tricks always work, it's not tricks, it's wisdom.
Simplicity is using almost every word and deed of himself to convey the same message to his opponents: My ability may not be stronger than yours, but I am smarter than you.
… This kind of superiority in IQ is sometimes even more powerful than superiority in strength.
When the opponents in the fifth game stood on the stage, they were even a little dazed.
Then, just when Jian Jian started to fight with this person, a spectator finally noticed the truth, "He was never hurt once."
The truth spread out immediately, and the whole stand began to talk about it. This is a terrible truth, which shows that Jian Yi is not even without strength, but has been using wisdom to save strength.
He can safely avoid every attack of the opponent, what does that mean? Those spectators in the stands may not be able to understand it too deeply, but the opponent in today's fifth game has already begun to feel disheartened.
This opponent had already taken the agile and quick-attack path, but Jian Jian seemed to be able to know how he would attack before each move, and then use a speed not faster than him to stably avoid it. This is enough to make this person more confused the more he fights.
So, this time, the simple man didn't even set the trap, and the man on the opposite side conceded defeat.
Five wins, and while someone cheered the simple victory, someone else discovered a more important truth.
"Wait, do you think that his opponents are very strong every round?"
This is another terrible truth. As the knockout stage goes deeper and deeper, everyone's opponents will naturally get stronger and stronger. But at this moment, among so many battles being played at the same time, only Jian Yi has the highest strength, and the five games are all the highest, and the disciples whose strength surpasses other arenas do not know how many times.
"There is no one else in this fortune..."
"No, no matter what the fortune, can it reach this point?"
"I said this wasn't intentional, was it intentional to crowd the experts together?"
"There are tricks, there are tricks."
There are more and more such whispers. But at this time, no one suspects that this is deliberately targeting simplicity. At most, they think that the person who arranged this match table wants to wipe out the masters first, so that one or some people who are not so masters are more likely to come forward.
In any case, today's five games have already been compared, and the sun is about to slant westward. Almost everyone thought that this day's game was about to end again, and the remaining three games would be played again tomorrow after a night of rest.
However, Ji Ziang still sat there firmly, without any intention of announcing the suspension of the competition.
Until the bell of the sixth match rang, everyone was in an uproar.
Jian Jian stretched his arms and didn't even get off the stage, so he just waited until his sixth opponent came on stage today. He had long thought that Ji Ziang would let him fight this war of attrition. After all, all of his opponents today have two brushes. There are always a few of the other people's five games of abuse, so his consumption should be higher. , it is most unfavorable for him to continue fighting.
Naturally, he had already prepared for this situation.
It is easy to use brain power to save physical strength. It is always wandering, and it is always not confrontational, as always, setting traps and waiting for the other party to get in.
But this time, everyone knew why he did it.
"It's not really going to be eight games in a row, is it?"
"horrible… "
After a while, Easy and Steady won the next game. At this point, there are only the last two fights left in this outer door competition, and the last four people.
Of the four, three of them performed well, and only one was mixed up without encountering a good opponent along the way. Then they scored two by two according to the battle table, and the semi-finals began, and the people who got in were naturally sorted into the group that was not easy.
"It's really going to be eight games." Those viewers who had been paying attention to Jian Yi began to riot again.
"No, I've been watching it since yesterday. Since the fourth round yesterday, he has never met a weaker opponent. It's going to be ten games!"
There were many people talking while secretly observing Ji Ziang.
But Ji Ziang was always watching his eyes, nose, nose and heart, as if he didn't notice the commotion at all.
The bell rang and the semi-finals began. In the semi-finals, the simple footsteps slipped, one did not hide well, and the other side cut a hole in the face for the first time.
"Sure enough, the consumption is too much!"
"No rest."
"It's not fair...isn't it fair?"
The spectators were basically inner sect disciples, and many people began to feel injustice for this outstanding outer sect disciple.
Some of them gained the approval of their teachers. Others only end up with a general training, "What's unfair? Who can blame him for his bad luck?"
Among them, the gap is naturally the difference between the teams within the sect.
In any case, there are already more and more people who sincerely hope that Easy can win this battle.
Just under the expectations of many people, Jian Yi finally won another victory.
He stood in the middle of the competition stage, wiped the wound on his face with his fingers, and stood for a while, as if it took a long time to recover.
No rest, the final finals are about to start without a break.
The opponent in the final had just abused a dish, and he had already had a little rest. At this time, he stood on the field of the final early. Simple but still standing under the stage, slowed down for a long time.
"Junior nephew Jian, why haven't you come to power yet?" An elder beside Ji Ziang urged loudly, "Are you planning to abstain from power?"
Jian Yi smiled and shook his head, "I don't abstain."
He raised his head and looked at Ji Ziang, "Just a few words, I want to ask the head."