Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class Chapter 562: Getting into the edge
Time passes by little by little.
Batch after batch were carried out on the ring.
At dusk, the list on the light curtain was updated.
【Zhu Jiahong vs. Feng Shaoyuan】
When Zhu Jiahong's name appeared on the light curtain, all the people at the scene suddenly erupted.
Qingyan is not by Zhu Jiahong's side now because it was her turn during the period.
Qin Chuan patted Zhu Jiahong on the shoulder, laughed and joked, "Brother Zhu, everyone seems to be impatient to see your joke."
Zhu Jiahong said with a smile: "Let them laugh! At that time, they will be the ones who will hurt the most."
About two hours later, under much anticipation, it was Zhu Jiahong's turn.
For a moment, the audience erupted into loud cheers, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhu Jiahong.
Zhu Jiahong bid farewell to Qin Chuan and walked slowly onto the ring, where Feng Shaoyuan was already standing on it.
"Brother Feng." Zhu Jiahong saluted very politely.
Feng Shaoyuan looked arrogant, and said: "To be honest, you don't have to come up, I admire your courage."
Zhu Jiahong smiled: "It's not a matter of courage. Since I signed up, I must participate, right?"
Feng Shaoyuan smiled coldly and said, "It's not in my character to bully the weak. If you admit defeat, I won't do anything to you.
But someone told me to **** you, so do it yourself! "
Zhu Jiahong said: "I guessed it a long time ago.
Someone will definitely not make me feel better, Xu Zhanfeng asked you to do this! "
Feng Shaoyuan said: "Don't be silly. Since you are here, don't blame me.
By the way, I would like to remind you that it is too late to admit defeat now. "
"Thank you, Brother Feng, for reminding me." Zhu Jiahong bowed and bowed, "Then let's get started!"
The disciples watching from the sidelines couldn't wait long ago, wondering what would happen to Zhu Jiahong.
At the same time, gambling tables opened by some disciples began to place bets.
The betting in the arena is normal, only Zhu Jiahong's game is special.
In this match, in addition to winning or losing, Zhu Jiahong added a few rounds of KO betting.
The odds are high.
The most bets are the first round and the second round. The more rounds there are, the bigger the odds will be.
After all, Zhu Jiahong is distracted, while Feng Shaoyuan is Mahayana.
Their realms are very different, just like a child who has just learned to walk fights with an adult.
As long as Feng Shaoyuan doesn't release the water, the iron nails will lose if they meet each other.
So, which round everyone bets on depends largely on Feng Shaoyuan's mood.
After all, it is a gamble, and winning is a big profit.
"Brother, I bet a thousand top-grade spirit stones to wish my family Hong victory."
At this time, a voice broke the excitement here.
People around the gaming table were dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at the person who bet just now.
The bettor was wearing a bark mask, and it was Qin Chuan.
"I said brother, are you awake?" someone asked.
Qin Chuan replied: "Is there a problem?"
"Brother, Zhu Jiahong is just distracted, and his opponent is Mahayana, this kind of three-year-old knows who will win.
Brother, you don't spend so much money like this! "The crowd persuaded.
Qin Chuan said: "There are miracles. If Zhu Jiahong wins, then I won't be making a fortune."
"I see.
Brother, don't you think that this game is played by someone?
I advise you to stop fantasizing.
This Zhu Jiahong will definitely lose miserably today, I advise you to think about it, there is still time to stop now. "Everyone persuaded again.
Qin Chuan smiled: "But this little money, if it's gone, it's gone."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
You must know that this is a thousand top-grade spirit stones, not a small sum.
Especially for Qingyunmen disciples, most of them definitely don't have so much in their pockets.
When they saw Qin Chuan making such a generous move, they didn't need to think too much, it must have a great background.
With such a big background, there must be a reason for doing things. After all, it is also a thousand pieces of top-quality spirit stones.
Some people began to doubt whether Zhu Jiahong's competition would really be possible.
Thus, some people also followed Qin Chuan and bet on Zhu Jiahong, but the bet was not much, and the total bet did not exceed two top-grade spirit stones.
When they bet, the referee in the ring read out the rules according to the procedure.
The fighting rules of Dabi, a disciple of Qingyunmen, are no different from other places.
Magic treasures, weapons and armor below immortal grades, medicines, etc. cannot be used.
Zhu Jiahong and Feng Shaoyuan are ready, and the disciples outside the arena can't wait.
With the referee's order, the duel between the two began.
When the start was announced, the referee gave Feng Shaoyuan a look, and Feng Shaoyuan understood.
Seriously speaking, he didn't want to do this, but after all, the other party was Xu Zhanfeng. If he didn't agree, it would be difficult for him to get along in Qingyunmen in the future.
Xu Zhanfeng must be watching the battle now, Feng Shaoyuan had no choice but to hit Zhu Jiahong hard.
"Don't blame me." Feng Shaoyuan said secretly.
After that, his body flashed, and he turned into an afterimage, appearing behind Zhu Jiahong in an instant.
Just when he was about to give Zhu Jiahong a heavy blow in the back, Zhu Jiahong turned around abruptly, then stretched out his hand and patted Feng Shaoyuan's chest.
This series of actions happened in an instant, and Feng Shaoyuan didn't react at all.
Because everyone thinks that Zhu Jiahong is only in the avatar state, and Feng Shaoyuan is in the Mahayana state, so there is no defense at all.
Boom!
Feng Shaoyuan only felt a huge force, and his viscera were displaced one after another, and then his body flew out.
Seeing this scene, all the disciples watching the battle were shocked.
At this moment, the audience became silent.
Everyone was shocked by Zhu Jiahong's performance, and it took a long time to recover.
"What's going on?"
A question mark over everyone's head.
The same is true for Xu Zhanfeng.
"What is Feng Shaoyuan doing? Doesn't he want to hang out in Qingyunmen?" Xu Zhanfeng was very angry with a sullen face.
On the ring, Feng Shaoyuan stabilized his body after flying several hundred meters.
He even forgot the pain in his body, and stared at Zhu Jiahong who was not far away in surprise.
"This is not the power that should belong to the state of distraction." Feng Shaoyuan has rich experience in combat and immediately made a judgment.
"Zhu Jiahong, you have a hidden depth, no wonder you dare to sign up for the contest."
Feng Shaoyuan flew over and said solemnly.
Zhu Jiahong said with a smile: "Senior Brother Feng, that palm just now is okay!"
Feng Shaoyuan snorted coldly: "I was negligent before, and I was deceived by you.
Now that I know that you are hiding your strength, I have to get serious. "
Say it!
Feng Shaoyuan turned into an afterimage again, moving up, down, left, and right.
Zhu Jiahong stood quietly on the spot without any parrying movements, as if he was about to give up on Xi.
"Others say that I am a soft rice boy and a waste, but who knows the hard work I have put in to become stronger."
The picture of himself practicing various spells and martial arts moves against the shadow emerged in Zhu Jiahong's mind.
Because he is unpopular ~IndoMTL.com~ no one wants to compete with him in martial arts.
He can only practice against his own shadow.
Others may practice a movement a few times or a dozen times.
I wish Jiahong would practice tens of thousands or millions of times.
This kind of persistence is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
Thinking of this, and the cynicism he had received, Zhu Jiahong's aura is like a huge wave riding the wind, getting higher and bigger.
His cultivation has changed.
Distraction, fit, practicing emptiness, crossing calamity, and finally - Mahayana.
In an instant,
The expressions of the disciples watching the battle changed drastically again, and they were deeply shocked.
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