"Well, they are all the second-level formation scrolls prepared for you, which one should I use first? Oh, that's it, the Thunder Array scrolls."
Qin Shaoyang nodded slightly and thought, then his eyes lit up, he took off a scroll and threw it directly at Zhang Jinsheng.
The second-level thunder-induced array scroll was immediately torn and shattered under the perfusion of spiritual power. A azure blue array with a diameter of one meter opened instantly, and the violent thunder blasted directly at Zhang Jinsheng.
Zhang Jinsheng screamed in shock, like a cat with its tail trampled on, rolling on the spot in embarrassment.
The thunder fell, leaving a trace of thunder burning behind him.
If this blow hits, I'm afraid the whole person will be scorched.
"Oh, I hid it! It doesn't matter, I have plenty of stock, as long as I hit you."
Qin Shaoyang grinned, then took off two more scrolls and threw them away without hesitation...
There was silence in the audience.
Everyone's eyes widened, and they even forgot to breathe.
This, is this a fight? This is clearly unilateral abuse.
The key is whether to be such a tyrant.
A secondary scroll is worth at least two thousand gold coins. For the average person, it is simply a luxury.
However, this thing was in the hands of the boy on the court, as if he didn't need money. After only such a big time, four or five were thrown away.
"Well, isn't this cheating?"
"It shouldn't be counted, the Dijie Conference did not stipulate that the use of formation scrolls is prohibited."
"However, no one has ever used so many scrolls of formation in this fighting arena."
"We can only say that we don't understand the world of local tyrants."
There was a moment of sigh in the audience, looking at the calm young man on the martial arts stage, for a while, he didn't even know what word to use to describe it.
This kind of battle is simply refreshing everyone's three views.
"Stop, stop, the battle is over. The winner Qin Shaoyang."
The referee responsible for the safety of the players on the martial arts stage finally couldn't stand it and announced loudly.
He was afraid that if he shouted for a while later, that promotion might not even be able to keep the whole body.
The second-level extreme cold ice formation, the second-level strong sun and fire formation, and the wind whirlpool formation, these formations blasted on Zhang Jinsheng's body one by one, even the referee felt pain when looking at it.
"This is the end?"
Hearing the referee's words, Qin Shaoyang tried to put away the remaining scrolls again.
"Referee, he cheated, it is me who wins."
Zhang Jinsheng lay down on the ground embarrassedly, hissing weakly.
"He didn't fight me for a round at all, how can he win?"
There are traces of ice slag and fire everywhere on his body, how can he use a tragic word to describe it.
The referee shook his head helplessly, and his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at Qin Shaoyang.
If he is allowed to judge the victory or defeat by himself, then he is afraid that he will expel a guy like Qin Shaoyang directly without hesitation.
The Bei Rong Empire has always been popular in martial arts and respected martial arts. If you win a dignified battle, you will naturally be respected. However, this guy in front of him is a victory made entirely with money.
In the eyes of the warrior, this is simply disgusting.
But no matter what, the Dijie Conference has the rules of the Dijie Conference. Since Qin Shaoyang didn't violate any of them, his victory should be recognized.
"Sometimes, being rich is also a kind of strength."
Qin Shaoyang stood calmly in front of Zhang Jinsheng, looking down at him condescendingly.
"You fell down before I shot, and you can't do it either."
"you."
Zhang Jinsheng's eyes widened, as if to eat people.
This guy is really hateful, and he never thought that he would be planted in the hands of such a guy.
"Win, win?"
"Such a guy can win. He doesn't have any abilities, and he uses money to make it into the shortlist."
"It's hemp, I guess this guy doesn't even have the ability to see the Fifth Heaven in the realm. It is estimated that even the qualifications for the competition are bought with money."
There was a sound of abuse and defamation in the audience, and some even couldn't help throwing leftover steamed buns and hard-boiled eggs on the stage.
In the fourth round of the battle, although a total of thirty-two games were played at the same time, there was no doubt that Qin Shaoyang had taken the limelight all by himself.
With his hands on his back, Qin Shaoyang kicked and whistled, ignoring the verbal abuse in the audience on both sides, and walked back to the contestants area leisurely.
"It seems that the effect is better than expected. This wave of performance was not in vain."
Qin Shaoyang grinned, the stronger the audience's reaction, the happier he was.
And with the complete end of the first day of battle, a total of 256 breakout matches ended. In the end, a total of 256 warriors were selected to formally proceed to the Emperor Jie Conference.
At the same time, Qin Shaoyang also knew that his first official opponent was Taiwu who had a fate in the Tianxuan gambling house and was rumored to be the top 32 player in the conference five years ago.
After holding the number plate for the next game, Qin Shaoyang leisurely left the conference scene, and on the way back to the post station, he went to the Tianxuan gambling shop by the way.
At this time, outside the pavilion of Tianxuan gambling house, it was also very lively.
A huge wooden board measuring several feet tall stands on the wooden board outside the gate of the gambling house. Following the performance of the players in the first day breakout match and the analysis of the players in the next few games, the betting ratio has now come out.
"It deserves to be the cooperation of the three major gambling firms in the empire. This action is swift. Let me see my ratio."
Qin Shaoyang quickly scanned the wooden board, and finally found his name.
Qin Shaoyang's bet ratio for entering the quarterfinals is one to one hundred and eight.
The scarlet red lettering is very conspicuous.
Qin Shaoyang quickly scanned all of them, and suddenly found that among all the betting ratios for entering the quarterfinals, only he passed the 100 smoothly.
This is how much I look down on myself.
Qin Shaoyang smiled helplessly.
But at the bottom of my heart, I was already happy, and it seemed that my wave was really not in vain, and the effect was quite fruitful.
Nowadays, there are still 256 players participating in the Dijie Conference. According to the rules of the competition, if you want to enter the quarterfinals, you need to win five games in a row.
According to the ratio of one to one hundred and eight.
If you bet that you can make it to the top eight, the gain of 10,000 gold coins is 1.08 million gold coins.
And he still has a huge amount of four hundred thousand gold coins, and the return is hard to imagine.
Turning around and walking into an uninhabited alley, directly inspiring the body of Thunder Dragon Soul, putting on a black robe and mask of fangs, Qin Shaoyang went straight to the Tianxuan gambling line.
The waiter at the door was startled when he saw such a strangely dressed person.
"I'll bet, four hundred thousand."
The deep voice sounded indifferently under the mask.