"Who do you think is absurd? Wait, on the battlefield, this young master has to make you absurd enough." Bei Chenying rolled up his sleeves and acted like he was fighting.
"Second goods." Su Luo, who was standing not far away, turned his face away silently, trying to pretend that he didn't know that guy Bei Chenying...
After the lottery was over, the group walked off the stage.
Fifty games this time.
There are five matches in a half-hour round, so the competition can be finished in one day.
This time, Su Luo had already pressed 600 green spar for himself, of course, betting on himself to win. This is wagered before the draw, and after the draw, the wager is not accepted.
Su Luo's number was on the 20th this time, so it was her turn before she could watch a few games.
Walking slowly to the battle platform, Su Luo was on guard and entered a state of combat readiness.
This time, she decided not to summon spiritual pets or borrow any external force, so she would use her current strength to have a good one-on-one contest with the other party.
At this time, Su Luo's opponent also stood on the stage.
This is a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a purple robe, with delicate and beautiful facial features like a porcelain doll, but the image is really appalling.
A wrinkled clothes, like dried tofu, hung on his body pitifully, that's all, the most hateful thing is that his face was sleepy, as if he hadn't woken up.
Su Luo frowned, but secretly persuaded himself: People can't look at appearances, and sea water can't be measured.
Just when Su Luo imagined the other party as a master, the young man grinned at Su Luo.
"Can we start?" Su Luo frowned. This young master looks lazy, not a master at all.
"Oh, let's start then." He strode loosely.
Su Luo put on a fighting stance.
So, the two began to confront each other.
He walked around and walked around, but no one started to make moves first.
In this way, the two of them walked around, walking for almost a stick of incense, and the audience below was dozing off, and the two above had not started fighting.
"You want to make a move." The lazy boy said to Su Luo bluntly.
"You come and hit me." Su Luo wouldn't be fooled.
"Okay, I'll hit you." The lazy young man fluttered and slapped Su Luo.
Su Luo originally thought that this palm would definitely contain a killer move.
Because, after all, this is not a house! This is the top 100 masters of the young generation in mainland China, okay? So Su Luo was looking forward to a real battle with this young man.
But she was wrong, she was so wrong!
The slap of the lazy boy, he is a simple slap, the kind that has no connotation at all!
Just as this palm attacked, Su Luo kicked his leg and made a move that swept the army like a swarm!
With this leg, in her conscience, Su Luo really didn't kill her, she only used a third of her strength.
But what made her unbelievable was that the Sao Nian was kicked upright.
"Throw—" With a soft sound, the young man appeared in a parabola, and was shot out of the battle platform from a distance. Then, while he was in the air, a carp rolled around, another harrier rolled over, and then fluttered to the ground.
That action, that posture, how unrestrained and unrestrained, how graceful and graceful it must be.