The personal soldier of the beautiful president

"Congratulations to No. 67 for winning this round. Next, let's continue to draw numbers!"

The beauty in the cheongsam threw the No. 67 ball into the large opaque box, and the pleasant voice sounded again.

Qin Feng shrugged and stepped off the ring.

The first martial arts competition, just like this?
It seems that this kind of group arena is not difficult.

From the corner of Huang Dalu's eyes, he followed Qin Feng until the other party disappeared at the stairs, and then he took his eyes back.

"Ah……"

Huang Dalu put his right hand in his trouser pocket, touching a small bottle in his pocket, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He is very lucky now, before he left, he bought a bottle of three-step ecstasy from the sect, even if the opponent is an earth-level grand master, as long as he is hit by the three-step ecstasy, he will surely fall.

He was thinking about the chance on Qin Feng, and decided to find an opportunity to spray the other party with a three-step magic potion...

Qin Feng didn't know that he was missed by Huang Dalu, he returned to the No. 67 private room with his head held high like a general returning in triumph.

"Haha... Did you see it just now? I didn't even make a move, so I scared the big guy into surrendering!"

Qin Feng showed off with a proud face.

Lin Wanyan rolled her eyes at Qin Feng, and said "childish" angrily!
"..."

Qin Feng was speechless immediately, "Hey, can you still play happily? Can't you praise me?"

"cannot!"

Lin Wanyan answered very simply, her expression was cold and expressionless.

"Really boring……"

Qin Feng curled his lips, and simply slumped on the sofa, drinking tea and eating snacks, while watching the competition bored.

After that, dozens of pairs of warriors came to the stage to compete, and there were more prefecture-level masters.

The black-clothed guards pretended to be unintentional and leaked the prize for this championship, which caused many prefecture-level grandmasters to temporarily decide to participate.

The group arena at this banquet was more than ten times more exciting than any previous banquet.

Who made this banquet just in time for the mysterious record of Yuelaiju Auction?Almost all the masters in the martial arts world gathered in Donghai City.

This also gave the Wenren family a great opportunity to expand their influence.

The four great families have held many banquets in turn, but this is the first large-scale banquet like this one.

Not only invited many wealthy families, but also invited many martial arts masters to participate.

For this banquet, the Wenren family also spent all they had, and did not hesitate to spend a huge sum of money to buy five middle-grade Yuanjing. This is a big deal!

At the current price on the black market, a mid-grade Yuanjing would cost at least [-] million yuan!

Still priceless.

After two hours of fighting in the arena, all the fighters showed their supernatural powers, and in the end there were only about twenty masters left, and all the others were eliminated.

In these two hours, Qin Feng was drawn four times, two times he won without a fight, two times he fought, and he defeated the enemy with one move.

Of the remaining twenty or so masters, each one is a prefecture-level Grand Master.

Nearly [-] spectators were extremely excited by the fierce battle.

They can't wait to see these twenty or so prefecture-level Grandmasters compete for the final championship. The battle scene must be very exciting.

"Next game, number 89, and number 99."

The voice of the beauty in the cheongsam showed a trace of tiredness.

She has been shouting for two hours, and she also feels a little tired, after all, she is just an ordinary person.

No. 89 is a young swordsman dressed in white and snowy, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome facial features, and a classic handsome man.

Holding an exquisite saber in his left hand, he stood on the ring, looking magnificent.

His opponent, No. 99, was a rough man with a shaggy beard, an ugly and fierce face, and a centipede scar at the corner of his eye, which added to his fierceness.

The images of the two are completely two extremes.

The appearance of No. 89 caused quite a stir, and many female audiences screamed.

As for the appearance of No. 99, there was a lot of scoffing.

However, whether it is number 89 or number 99, they are completely indifferent to things outside of them. They don't pay attention to the praise or ridicule of others. They only have each other in their eyes!

"Li Shaobai, long time no see. You killed many of my brothers. Today, I will use your blood to pay homage to them!"

No. 99 stared coldly at the white-clothed swordsman, and his voice was cold, full of resentment and killing intent.

It seems that the two are old acquaintances.

And there are old acquaintances with grudges.

Li Shaobai, that is, No. 89, his handsome face revealed an undisguised sarcasm: "It's just you?"

With a lofty demeanor, he didn't put the other party in his eyes at all.

He is the chief disciple of the Kunlun Tianzong of the Seven Great Heavenly Sects.

If you don't come out of the house, Kunlun is respected.

He is also known as the No.1 of the younger generation in the martial arts world. Of course, with his strength and age, he lives up to his name.

"Li Shaobai, die for me!"

No. 99 narrowed his eyes, flashed a dangerous light, and then disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already behind No. 89 Li Shaobai. A pitch-black dagger, like a poisonous snake, pierced Li Shaobai's back silently.

"Hmph, you dare to act arrogantly in front of me, you should be killed!"

Li Shaobai snorted coldly, flicked his left thumb lightly, and the long sword in his hand immediately let out a clear dragon's chant.

The cold sword light, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, is fleeting.

Clang!
Sheath the long sword!

Li Shaobai didn't even look at the opponent behind him, and walked off the ring directly.

No. 99 seemed to have been immobilized, and stood motionless, even his expression seemed to be frozen.

Wait for Li Shaobai to disappear at the stairs.

A thin red line appeared between No. 99's eyebrows and spread down to the neck.

puff!
Suddenly, the red thread burst, and a wave of blood spewed out.

Number 99 collapsed immediately.

It fell down with a bang, revealing a shocking sword mark from between the eyebrows to the crotch.

This sword directly cut off the vitality of number 99, almost cutting it in half, no, not almost.

If he didn't want to be too bloody, Li Shaobai's sword was enough to split No. 99 in two.

The warriors present, after a brief silence, suddenly burst into screams like a tide.

"It's amazing, as expected of my idol..."

"My Shaobai is still so handsome... I really want to give him a litter of monkeys!"

……

Through the single-sided glass, Qin Feng looked at the No. 99 corpse carried down by the black-clothed guards, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This flamboyant man named Li Shaobai, in terms of swordsmanship, is indeed extraordinary, and has reached the point of simplifying the complex.

It seemed a simple sword, but it contained a terrifying killing intent.

Among the same level, it can be called invincible.

Even if the enemies are one level higher, most of them will not be able to block his one strike, and even if they can block one strike, they will definitely not be able to block two, three, or four strikes...

Of course, this is just the vast majority of opponents with poor inheritance and scum in combat experience. If Qin Feng has a peerless inheritance and rich combat experience, if he meets Li Shaobai.

Qin Feng felt that his chance of winning was at least [-]%!

"This man is so handsome... His bearing is extraordinary, he has the demeanor of an ancient chivalrous man, his white clothes are like snow, and his sword is like a sword..." Lin Wanyan, who was standing next to him, suddenly showed the posture of a little girl, with starry eyes.

Do not!
There should be ten percent!
Qin Feng's face suddenly darkened, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he seemed to be unable to bear the desire to compete with that Li Shaobai.

I don't know what kind of mentality he is now, is he trying to compete with the master?Still can't understand that the other party is so attractive to girls, and feels bad?

"This trash can't even block a move!"

In a certain private room on the second floor, a young man with braided hair was sitting with a cold and cruel expression.

Behind him, stood four men with cold faces and a fierce aura surging all over their bodies. It was obvious from a glance that they were not good people.

"Next, please invite No. 45 and No. 36 to the ring."

The melodious voice of the beauty in the cheongsam came out again.

"Well, is it finally Lao Tzu's turn? Okay, then let these so-called righteous people experience Lao Tzu's methods."

The young man twisted his neck and stood up, with a fierce look in his eyes.

He is number 45!
"I wish the Son of God a triumphant return, and show off the power of my Demon Sect!"

The four men bowed their waists and shouted in unison.

The slogans were chanted neatly, obviously rehearsed.

The young man let out a cold snort, and shattered the one-way glass in front of him with a palm. His whole body was wrapped in a violent evil spirit, and he landed firmly on the ring...