A towering young figure appeared in front of Ning Xiaoyao.
This young man stood with his hands held in his hands, his face was indifferent, his eyes were deep, and he was staring into the distance.
This boy is Deng Jiuling!
The moment when he saw Deng Jiuling, Ning Xiaoyao's sorrowful smile on his face froze, like a male duck pinched by his neck, he was stunned.
"This kid, how fast is this young man?" Ning Xiaoyao collapsed a little.
If Ning Xiaoyao remembers correctly, Deng Jiuling doesn't have a boat.
A warrior without a boat can actually rush for two hundred miles? And also faster than yourself
day!
Jumping onto the coast, Ning Xiaoyao tentatively asked, "Brother Deng, could it be that you are ten minutes earlier than this son?"
Ning Xiaoyao is the elder brother of the Ning family, the "first family" of Beiming, and he is ranked as the "Prince of Beiming", and he is a big figure with the same name as "Prince of Nanhai" Mo Yu.
Although Ning Xiaoyao and Mo Yu have never played against each other, they still have the confidence to defeat each other.
Never thought of coming to the South China Sea this time, Ning Xiaoyao used the "Lingbo Weibu" in the family biography "Xiaoyaoyou", and actually lost to Deng Jiuling!
If you add the first level to climb the mountain, then Ning Xiaoyao has already lost twice to Deng Jiuling!
by!
What kind of world is this!
In Ning Xiaoyao's opinion, even if Deng Jiuling is better than himself, ten minutes is already the limit.
Unexpectedly, Deng Jiuling shook his head and denied directly.
Humph!
Hearing this, Ning Xiaoyao's face changed slightly, and she trembled and said, "It's impossible. It's 20 minutes, right?"
"Nor." Deng Jiuling shook his head.
boom!
Hearing this, Ning Xiaoyao's face changed, and his face turned green: "That was... half an hour?"
"Nor." Deng Jiuling shook his head.
Boom!
Crit!
Hearing this, Ning Xiaoyao widened his eyes and said in amazement, "It can't be 40 minutes, right?"
"My son, you took one and a half hours, and Deng Jiuling took 30 minutes." The servant of the Ning family, who had just come to the bathroom, said bitterly.
Rumble!
As soon as he said this, Ning Xiaoyao turned around for a while, almost fainted in anger.
"In that case, you are one hour ahead of my son?" Ning Xiaoyao looked bitter.
"My son, Deng Jiuling only set off 10 minutes after the start of the game." Ning's servant said with a trembling voice.
Rumble!
One hundred thousand times the critical strike damage.
After listening to this, Ning Xiaoyao's nose flicked and suddenly wanted to cry.
"Life is really lonely as a dog, and masters are as lonely as snow." Deng Jiuling said suddenly.
Pouch!
Hearing this, Ning Xiaoyao staggered, almost fainted in depression.
Wow!
Ning Xiaoyao recites this poem twice, and twice expresses the loneliness of the master, but is swollen by Deng Jiuling's face twice!
Ooh!
In an instant, in the eyes of Ning Xiaoyao, "Prince Ming Bei", tears appeared faintly.
"Unexpectedly, in the South China Sea, besides Mo Yu, there is actually a hero like you!"
With fists clenched crackling, Ning Xiaoyao let out an angry roar: "When the meeting is officially contested, this young man must learn from you, fellow Taoist!"
"Don't worry, you won't be my opponent." Deng Jiuling shrugged and said lightly.
Pouch!
Hearing this, Ning Xiaoyao's face turned black.
Nima, can we not pretend to be forced
by!
With infinite depression, Ning Xiaoyao put his head on his head, walked on the side of the boulder sourly, closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged, no longer paying attention to everyone around him.
As time passed, more and more warriors returned one after another.
Half an hour later, the butler of the Qu family made an inventory and said with a fist to Qu Batian: "Master Qi, this time there are 33 people participating in the competition, and 32 returnees."
"Thirty-two people?" Hearing this, Qu Batian frowned, his stern eyes swept across the crowd, and he sternly shouted: "Why didn't Lei Ren, the young city lord of Sky Thunder City in the Western Region, return?"
"Master, Young Master Lei was attacked by a shark and is dead." The butler said bitterly.
"Dead?" Hearing this, Qu Batian frowned, his eyes as sharp as a blade, sweeping the contestants one by one.
In the end, Qu Batian's gaze fell on Deng Jiuling.
"Deng Jiuling, did you kill Lei Ren?" Qu Batian yelled.
"President, Lei Ren was killed by a shark, what to do with me?" Deng Jiuling said lightly.
"Humph." Qu Batian also knew that his words were a bit difficult for others, so he couldn't help but snorted coldly.
But to be honest, although there is no direct evidence, Qu Batian felt that Lei Ren was killed by Deng Jiuling.
It's just that this matter has nothing to do with Qu Batian, and Qu Batian doesn't bother to bother about it.
Lei Sandao, the lord of Tianlei City in the Western Regions, has been famous for many years. He is in charge of a huge city and a mercenary. He is ranked among the lords and is extremely powerful.
It's just that the Western Regions and the South China Sea are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the road is extremely dangerous.
So Qu Batian really didn't worry, Lei Sandao would come to him in the future.
"This time the second level assessment, there are ten martial artists who have collected ten items."
The housekeeper cleared his throat, and the old voice resounded across the sky in an instant: "Number one, Deng Jiuling."
Wow!
Hearing this, the audience shook.
"I rub, this kid is actually number one again."
"Damn, what the world!"
All the warriors talked a lot, and their hearts were a little sour.
"Don't worry, the first place is 10 points, the second place is 9.9 points, the third place is 9.8 points, and the others are 9.7 points." The old butler's voice resounded through the audience again.
Everyone's eyes lit up as soon as these words were said, and they were a little excited.
The composer sets the score in this way, showing that he is unhappy with Deng Jiuling and does not want Deng Jiuling to be the first!
"In addition, in the next third level, personal performance only occupies 7 points, and the other 3 points are impression points."
The butler paused, and continued: "Be good, and the master will give you impression points based on everyone's actual situation."
"Cool!"
"This is fair."
"Long live the dean!"
As soon as this word came out, everyone was agitated.
With the existence of impression points, even if Deng Jiuling scored a perfect score in the third level, the total score was only 7 points.
"Boy, you don't have to think about it. The impression score is destined to be 0." Qu Batian was a little proud of his white beard.
This plan is so handsome.
"This old man really tried his best to prevent me from winning." Deng Jiuling frowned, and a sudden anger rose in his heart.
If it is a fair duel, even if Deng Jiuling loses, he will admit it.
But with Qu Batian's force, he actually made an "impression score"
by!
Why don't you go to Ritian? Why don't you go side by side with the sun
Deng Jiuling said that he was drunk.
In the second level of the game, due to the death of Lei Ren, there were only five players left at the pinnacle.
The top five are Deng Jiuling, Ning Xiaoyao, Mo Jiande, Feng Yuanba, and the young master of Tianfeng Pavilion, Sedum.
As for the sixth to tenth place, although they were lucky enough to pass the customs, they are all soy sauce parties, and they all understand that they are studying with the prince, and the chance of winning is not high.
"Brother Ou, what is the third level? You can't let these lads keep fighting, right?" Feng Sanye asked tentatively, turning his three iron guts.
"Of course not." Qu Batian shook his head and said with a smile: "The third level is a contest on winning or losing."
After speaking, Qu Batian clapped his hands, and the butler immediately took the lottery box and walked to the top ten in turn.
Everyone followed the numbers, only to find ten numbers, five of them were red and five were black.
"The red number and the black number are the same, it is a group of pk on the same stage." The butler's old voice sounded afterwards.
"This competition is a battle of life and death. Regardless of life or death, you must sign the status of life and death beforehand. If you don't want to compete, you can leave by yourself now." Qu Batian's solemn voice sounded afterwards.
As soon as these words came out, many warriors suddenly changed their colors.
"The first battle, Mo Jiande, against Li Dazhuang." The housekeeper shouted.
Cang!
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Jiande, the third young master of the Mo family, like a masterpiece sword, jumped into the air, turned into an afterimage, and instantly landed on a ten-meter high platform.
In this scene, the second-grade grandmaster named Li Dazhuang who was watching suddenly sweated on his forehead and said directly: "I... admit defeat!"
Mo Jiande is the younger brother of "Mr. Nanhai" Mo Yu and ranks among the martial arts gods. He was carefully cultivated by the Mo family since he was a child, squandering countless resources.
This time Mo Jiande came with his sword, not only to marry Qu Yan, but also to draw the sword and make a name for himself.
So in this battle, Mo Jiande will kill!
Although Li Dazhuang is a master of martial arts, he is not as good as Mo Jiande. He is not a fool, so naturally he dare not enter the ring.
In this regard, everyone did not laugh at Li Dazhuang, after all, Mo Jiande was too strong, and it was not wrong to lose to him.
"The second game, Feng Yuanba, fight against Zhao Tiezhu." The old butler's voice sounded again.
"Nanhai Zhao Tiezhu, I have seen fellow Daoists." The giant who was two meters three meters tall and looked like Yao Ming suddenly stepped onto the ring, his eyes full of fierceness.
However, as soon as these words came out, Feng Yuanba suddenly stepped forward and lifted Zhao Tiezhu with his bare hands, tearing it in half.
boom!
He threw Zhao Tiezhu into the ring, and Feng Yuanba laughed, his eyes full of contempt: "It's also a third-tier master, bah, scum!"
After speaking, Feng Yuanba jumped off the ring with a sullen expression on his face.
Where Feng Yuanba went, everyone retreated, all with horror in their eyes.
The dignified third-rank martial arts master, a strong man comparable to a city official, was actually torn by Feng Yuanba with his bare hands
My Cao, how powerful is Feng Yuanba's strength
For a while, everyone looked at Feng Yuanba's eyes, all trembling.
"The third level, Sedum, play against Li Tiancan." The butler's non-emotional voice sounded again.
As soon as the voice fell, the sedum turned into an afterimage, light as a feather, and instantly descended on the ring.
"Li Tiancan is the No. 1 hegemon in the Western Regions, and his strength is in a big way. I am afraid this Sedum is not an opponent."
"Tianfeng Pavilion is lightly capable of lengthening, but its attack power is insufficient. This sentence Li Tiancan has a great winning rate."
Everyone talked and shook their heads.
However, the results of the game were somewhat unexpected.
After the start of the game, Sedum rushed like the wind, leaving countless afterimages on the ring. Li Tiancan was dizzy and stunned by Sedum's move.
"Acceptance." Jingtian shook his folding fan and jumped off the ring triumphantly.
"In the fourth game, Deng Jiuling, fight Ning Xiaoyao!" The butler's slightly weird voice resounded across the sky in an instant.
As soon as this word came out, the audience was shocked!