My senior sister is the leader of martial arts

At this moment, the scene of this grand martial arts event has become very strange.

A total of eight arenas.

Under the arena where Su Xing was located, a large group of people surrounded them. A group of people were crying bitterly, and a group of people cheered excitedly like buying a lottery ticket. The atmosphere was so enthusiastic.

The other seven arenas were empty and quiet as a chicken.

Each of the defenders has an unsightly complexion.

Originally full of confidence, he wanted to defend the competition and advance to the next game, but the result?
All the challengers frankly went to the weak side of Su Xing, but they, who thought they were really capable defenders, stood at attention in the sun like idiots.

Can't go away yet.

Seeing that Su Xing was on the verge of collapse, they all wanted to curse.

Damn it, can you be a little bit more straightforward, if you want to pour it, you can simply pour it, it's a waste of everyone's time!
As long as Su Xing falls, the others will definitely be shunted to another ring, and they don't have to stand at attention here, these serious defenders.

It's a pity that even though Su Xing's face was pale and his hands and feet began to tremble, he still didn't end.

It looks miserable, but it happens that he can use his fire-promoting palm to defeat the opponent every time.

Zhang Cong scolded directly: "Nimma's fire-promoting palm, please change your move, if it doesn't work, just change your name. I have heard it here more than ten or twenty times, and my ears are almost growing calluses!"

Although the other ring guards wanted to save face and didn't scold directly, they also stared at Su Xing with the same disdainful eyes.

Scolding is scolding, the fact is that it is useless.

The challengers on Su Xing's side were still rushing forward one after another. Everyone felt that Su Xing's hands and feet were shaking like this, and he could knock him down and advance in a matter of minutes.

one, two...

up to a dozen...

twenty or so...

Thirty...

The Kunlun old man on the high platform kept twitching.

He really wanted to go over and scold these people, are they idiots?

"This turtle grandson is really bad..."

Looking at Su Xing who was still teetering there, even he with a high status couldn't help complaining.

The old Shaolin monk had no expression on his face, except for the pain in his eyes.

These big brothers also want to save face. Every year there is no accident, but the result is in their own hands, and they look like this.

In the last round, this one directly wiped out the people in the same area, leaving no one behind, which is unprecedented.

Life and death have reduced the number of contestants by a dozen or twenty!
this round...

Simply too much.

The old monk has cultivated himself for decades, and he also has the urge to persuade Su Xing to be kind.

Lifting his eyelids a little, seeing Su Xing's losers gather together at the edge of the ring, his heart ached.

There are so many people doing this, how can we compete later?
Although the two of them were in pain, they did not intervene.

Only the old nun in Emei frowned, and said solemnly: "This lowly thing dares to use such means to interfere with the competition, just kick him out!"

The old Kunlun helplessly stopped her and said: "The rules are determined by God. He didn't break the rules, so we shouldn't expel him."

The old Emei nun had a cold zombie face, as if she had no choice but to go directly to strangle Su Xing to death.

And Su Xing was around the arena.

At this moment, there were more and more players crying bitterly, and the atmosphere began to become uncomfortable.

The atmosphere that was originally joyful and everyone went to grab the ring as if they wanted to get rich has dropped a little.

The crying gradually became louder, and the remaining dozens of people who hadn't come to the stage looked at each other in blank dismay.

This situation seems to be...

Is there something wrong?

Someone looked up as if waking up from a dream. On the stage, Su Xing was still looking like a dead dog from exhaustion. One man beats all of you..."

However, the tone of his speech was weak, like an old man who was about to die.

Coupled with his limp hands and feet that seemed slender, and his trembling fingers from time to time.

Zhang Cong couldn't bear to see him like this, and directly applied to the bosses on the stage to get Su Xing away, don't give away points to embarrass him, this kind of dish is not worthy of being a defender.

The Kunlun old man gave a dry laugh and refused.

With this little episode, the enthusiasm of the masses was ignited again.

"Ma De, he must die, I must seize this opportunity!"

A man roared and rushed up again.

Su Xing got up convulsively, fighting with him due to his overdrawn physical strength.

Five minutes later, the man made an inexplicable mistake and fell down.

under his leadership.

A new round of fighting for the ring has officially begun.

For about half an hour, there were more than a dozen young men who were hugging each other and crying.

This time, no matter how excited they were, the contestants calmed down.

With a bang, several people swallowed their saliva in unison.

He looked up at Su Xing.

Why doesn't this guy fall down!

This idea is in their minds.

After half an hour.

A lad who was regretting and crying bitterly stood up suddenly, pointed at Su Xing and cursed: "You bastard old Yinbi, you're just pretending! You've been like this since an hour ago, After an hour of riding the horse, dozens of people were killed, and it is still like this, how is it possible!"

Then, he lowered his head and covered his face, sobbing again.

The crying sound made the sad listener cry.

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Everyone in the audience stared at Su Xing with red eyes.

It seems that he can't wait to rush up and kill him.

This shit, it seems that it really started to crumble an hour ago, and after an hour, it's still fucking crumbling!

If they can't react anymore, they are really stupid.

"I'm Cao Nima's old yinbi, I'm going to pay for my qualification..."

"My promotion... woo woo woo... I'm a dignified second-rate top-rank, and I have a chance to beat other defenders!"

"Who are you? Shut up, I didn't say anything at the peak of the second rate! Woohoo, my mother was killed by this old cunt!"

"Desperate, what kind of enmity do we have with you, you want to trick us like this!"

From the audience, louder cries suddenly sounded, as well as overwhelming angry denunciations.

Su Xing, who was still dying on the ground just now, jumped up suddenly, put his hands in his pockets, and the tired and pale complexion on his face was swept away and turned rosy.

My hands stopped shaking, and my legs and feet became easier to use.

The whole person is full of momentum, the dragon spirit and tiger fierceness are exactly the same as when he first came to the stage.

As soon as Su Xing opened his mouth, he was full of energy, with an air of a master, and said with a faint smile: "Didn't I warn you from the beginning?"

"You guys, why don't you believe it?"

"Trust between people is still necessary, why bother?"

This statement came out.

Suddenly several people were so angry that they spit out a mouthful of old blood.

All kinds of cursing in my heart.

You said it, but no matter how you look at it, it's all a bluff, whoever believes it is an idiot!

But look back.

The losers are more and more aware of a fact.

stupid...

It seems to be me.

woo woo woo...

Suddenly there was another burst of crying and shouting.

The contestants who didn't have the chance to rush to the stage just now felt a chill.

Fortunately, I didn't go up...

Otherwise, he would definitely be fooled by this old silver coin.

"It's just nasty!"

Many people scolded directly.

Su Xing smiled on the stage: "Yeah, are you interested in coming up and beating me up?"

Shut up these cursers.

Consciously confess.

The Kunlun old man drifted over at this time.

Glancing at Su Xing, I really couldn't understand how a good young man who was harmless to humans and animals could be so black-bellied.

He started nodding.

After counting for a while, I couldn't help taking a breath.

"65..."

"This……"

"What a sinister boy, you've directly killed more than half of the challengers!"

The Kunlun old man almost swears directly.

This is more than a fart!
It can be declared that the champion of this round is Su Xing.

"Elder! We don't accept it!" Zhang Cong jumped out directly, stared at Su Xing coldly, and said loudly, "This guy obviously used dirty tricks to get so many points. Leading, we refuse to accept!"

The old Kunlun frowned, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with Su Xing's approach.

People have brains, but you don't, who is to blame?

However, the old nun of Emei suddenly interjected coldly: "You are right, the Martial Dao Festival is to elect the righteous and honorable arrogance of Chinese Martial Dao, not some shameless villains."

"You two, let's play a match. If you win, the villain's score will not count."