Chapter 67: 1 hit someone and flew out (1/2)
Not long.
More than 200 participating disciples entered the venue from four exits and gathered in different areas.
When they stopped and stood on their own, many warriors on the viewing platform shouted for their love beans.
In recent years, there are some outstanding disciples who have no fans.
咳 ”Cough.”
Liyang City Lord appeared on the most central platform, the shouts gradually dropped.
”The principal of this city represents Liyang City and welcomes outstanding disciples of all factions to participate in this martial arts contest.”
”I also hope that the next contest, each contestant, can achieve good results and fight for the martial arts.”
After a few words, the city owner began to roll.
”Ground Knife Door, Tang Bolan!”
”Yes!”
”Longyue Mountain Villa, Cheng Mianjin!”
”Yes!”
”Iron Eagle Gang, Wang Situ!”
”Yes!”
”Buchens, Zhou!”
”Yes!”
每次 Every time the Lord of the Yangcheng City calls, the relatives and friends of the named disciple and fans will shout out for cheer.
”Ironbone Pie, Tian Qi.”
”Yes!”
Quack.
Watching the battle platform, the queen is silent, and then laughs loudly.
”Tian Qi? Is it the oldest seven in the family, or is it a medicinal herb?”
”It's worthy of being a ninth-class sect, and the names of the disciples in battle are so rubbish.”
Even the contestants who stood by and waited to be named, they cast a scornful look, even wondering how they would stand with such a common name.
Suffering from the ridicule of the observation platform and the contempt of nearby contestants, Tian Qi clenched his fists and pressed his voice and said, ”Brother, I want to hit someone.”
Li Qingyang said: ”Be patient until the competition starts.”
”Hoo!”
Putian Qishen exhaled a breath, calmed down his mind, looked up at the high platform and the head of the door, and secretly said, ”Master, disciples will not let you down!”
Uh ...
Roll call to continue.
When a well-known elite disciple of a certain martial art was called out, it immediately aroused heated discussions, all kinds of praises and all kinds of envy.
”Iron bone pie, Su Xiaomo!”
”Yes!”
”Haha, it's a good name.”
”Unfortunately, he is too short, and the start of the game is also the life of cannon fodder.”
人 People who look pleasing to the eye, how to look pleasing to the eye, people who don't look pleasing to the eye, how to look displeased.
This is the mentality of the martial arts warriors. They disdain the iron skeletons in their hearts, so they always look for disadvantages from various angles.
The cautious old man who came one step behind the gate of the city was surprised: ”Isn't that man Li Qingyang?”
He and his disciples always believed that Su Xiaomo was the first genius of Qingyang City.
The old man frowned, and secretly said, ”It's not Li Qingyang, but his posture is so agile. Can these nine-tier iron skeletons still hide the dragon and the tiger?”
”Iron Skeleton, Li Qingyang!”
”Yes.”
Suddenly calm down on the platform.
Everyone has their eyes fixed on Li Qingyang, who is upright, admiring that he is the first genius of Qingyang City, and he is extraordinary!
Unfortunately blind, joined the trash iron bone pie.
”Hey.”
On the high platform, the fat-eared elder shook his head and said, ”If such a good seed, if you join the Cangshan faction, you should have broken through to the warrior at this moment.”
”There are obviously better choices. You have to join the Nine Classes, and you waste such a good talent.”
”Other martial arts are stubborn and tireless. Jun is in charge of ruining people.”
No one didn't laugh at Li Qingyang, only to regret it, and even more contemptuous to recruit such a talented iron skeleton.
Xi Jun often listened with a smile, but did not speak.