Chapter 115: Small opening win (1/2)
Zhang Qingyuan, who has given up his desire to win and loses, has no desires,
Close your eyes and rest in the audience, waiting for your own play.
”In the first game, Song Fei on the 1st vs. Wu Shiming on the 19th!”
With the start of the first battle, the semi-finals began.
Offstage,
Many audiences cheered and cheered for some of their favorite disciples.
Battle after battle alternates one after another, with some winning and some losing.
Zhang Qingyuan also took the opportunity to observe the strength of the same group of outer disciples in the audience.
Not long after,
After the sixth game,
”No. 7 Liao Yuanxing vs. No. 13 Zhang Qingyuan!”
With the voice of the deacon referee falling.
Zhang Qingyuan and Liao Yuanxing each fell into the arena, facing each other far away.
”Late Eighth Stage? Good luck!”
Sensing the opponent's cultivation base, Zhang Qingyuan remained silent on the face, but he was a little delighted in his heart.
This is the opponent in the first game, okay!
But it shouldn't be careless. If you can get to the semi-final level, no matter how bad it is, the opponent must have the means to rely on.
The moment when Liao Yuanxing on the other side saw Zhang Qingyuan, his expression changed slightly.
Since the final round of the preliminary round, the shocking battle between Zhang Qingyuan and Yang Wenqian has naturally attracted the attention of many people, and it is also famous in the outside world.
At least in the realm of the Eighth Layer of Lingyuan, many people know that, I am afraid that few outsiders can win them.
Liao Yuanxing also knows his own strength,
It's hard to win.
However, he will not give up easily.
”please!”
”please!”
The two salute each other.
”Seventh game, start!”
With the sound of the deacon referee falling, the atmosphere of the entire arena suddenly became unprecedentedly severe.
I saw Liao Yuanxing's body slightly sideways, his right foot lifted, and then a puff of spirit yuan poured out of his body, causing the surrounding air to violently roll and flow.
The next moment, as if a powerful and unmatched force emerged from Liao Yuanxing's feet, the whole person bounced high like a cannonball.
”Fengyun legs!”
People were still in the air, Liao Yuanxing shouted, the wind moved with his heart, and the extremely fast shadow of his legs felt like a wave of wind and wind that was visible to the naked eye was swept in the direction of Zhang Qingyuan!
Turbulence, like a torrent of tsunami!
Faced with this massive attack, Zhang Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged.
Simply raise your hands and cross them in front of you, the spirits gather to resist Liao Yuanxing's powerful blow from the gathering situation!
boom! ! !
The powerful force exploded and the current was surging in mid-air, and the air waves visible to the naked eye swept in all directions, like a storm around!
Zhang Qingyuan's figure was also under the impact of this powerful force, and he took a few steps back!
Surprisingly, it has fallen into a disadvantage!
Seeing this, many spectators in the audience frowned slightly.
That Zhang Qingyuan's performance seemed a bit mediocre, how did the little reputation before that?
And at the same time,
On the stage, Liao Yuanxing's eyes lit up when he saw this.
This Qing Yuan turned out to be nothing more than that!
Can win!
There was an unprecedented confidence in my heart,
You must get out and use more powerful martial arts!
however,
next moment,