"The No. 33rd arena, the No. 96 wins!"

“…”

"The 12th arena, the 96th win!"

“…”

As one competition after another, Chen Xuejian successfully attracted the attention of many people.

"It's another sword, I won it like that!!!?"

"What is this person's origin? I don't seem to have heard of it before!"

While outsiders were amazed, many people began to swear jealous words.

"Is this a sword comparison? This is a strength comparison! Just take something and swing it over!!"

"This man is not a disciple of a famous sect, just a casual cultivator."

"If this kind of reckless man had not cancelled the first three levels, he would have no chance to step onto the ring!"

But no matter what others say, it will not prevent Chen Xuejian from getting through it.

On the third day, the quarterfinals were released.

"The number one should be Ding Ruxiu, the head of Shushan Sword Sect."

"No. 2, I don't know you, but I can sign up so early, so I must be a disciple of Shushan."

"No. 44, Meng Wenhua, he has shown his number!"

"There should be Lin Zichang from Songtaoyuan and Shaolin Temple..."

When You Xiaozhi analyzed the opponent for Chen Xuejian, others were also analyzing the quarterfinals.

"This brute force sword cultivator has actually entered the quarterfinals. It's so blind!"

"I've inquired about it. There is no such person in the famous and upright sect. This person is registered as a casual cultivator!"

"I actually let a casual cultivator enter the quarterfinals. This year's swordsmanship event is considered to be the first to be successful!"

There were many discussions, and Chen Xuejian could hear them, but what he was very interested in was another thing.

"The Shaolin Temple? The one in Songshan? They are really practitioners? They are also here to participate in this?"

Chen Xuejian always felt that such a fight for fame and fortune had nothing to do with monks.

"nonsense!"

You Xiaozhi said: "Shaolin and Wudang are not as mysterious as the legendary, but they are also sects that cannot be despised. They said that there may be real hidden masters in Wudang, and it is even more unsimple to say Shaolin. Master Li is a Buddhist monk, and is barely related to Shaolin."

As I was talking, the registration number was already there.

"The first game, No. 96, vs. No. 44."

"Damn!"

You Xiaozhi shouted softly: "I will beat Meng Wenhua in the first game, you should be more at ease!"

"Do your best, do your best!"

Chen Xuejian waved his hand and walked onto the ring while laughing.

The quarterfinals competition is different from before. There is only one ring in the entire square, and the audience around can also see each other.

As soon as Chen Xuejian got up, he greeted everyone: "Hello everyone!"

"Oh my god, the shame of the sword cultivator!"

"Shame to be with someone like you!"

Someone even shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get down!"

Chen Xuejian suddenly laughed, not expecting that he was so unpopular.

When Meng Wenhua took the stage, it immediately changed to cheers.

"That's great, it's Meng Wenhua. Now this brute force guy has no hope!"

"He's the luck that ends!"

“…”

Meng Wenhua, wearing a leather jacket, poked her ear: "I really didn't expect that I, who is so unpopular on weekdays, would have so many people cheering for me. It seems that you have aroused public anger!"

He raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice: "Chen Xuejian!"

Chen Xuejian was not surprised that he was recognized by someone. After all, he was not wearing makeup or wearing a mask now. As long as he watched those videos and then used snacks, he could tell.

Immediately smiled slightly: "You know me!"

At this moment, the referee shouted: "Competition, start!"

Meng Wenhua stretched out his hands, held them a few times, and gave a serious gift from the South China School.

"I'm here to see you!"

Chen Xuejian also bowed and bowed: "I have met you!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the wind blowing loudly, and he saw Meng Wenhua rushing over like a tiger, raising his hand and making a sword.

Chen Xuejian hurriedly blocked the sword, and the energy burst out, and both bodies retreated.

"this!"

The two of them on the stage were nothing, but the audience around them were shocked.

Things were loud too quickly, and they all realized that the two of them had already passed one move.

The result is that the scenery is evenly matched and there is no disadvantage.

"This guy, this guy...is he the Grand Master?"

It's unbelievable, or not, few people are willing to believe that they are laughing at a grand master these two days.

"I'm going to rush home for dinner, I don't have time to play with you!"

Meng Wenhua laughed and roared, turned around and got off the stage.

"This is……"

Everyone was stunned: "Have you abstained?"

I was still trying to wait and see the second move to determine whether this No. 96 was a real master, but I didn't expect that Meng Wenhua would go on like this.

No matter what the reason, if you step down, you will lose.

"Gathlete No. 1, win No. 96!"

The referee made a judgment, and it instantly made the surroundings explode.

"Meng Wenhua must be disdainful to fight him!"

"Did this guy use something to bribe Meng Wenhua?"

"Protest, protest!"

Unfortunately, nothing is useful. Chen Xuejian, who stepped down with a smile, became the first person to advance to the semi-finals.

"What's going on!"

You Xiaozhi was also quite puzzled: "Why did he abstain from power?"

"How could I know!"

Chen Xuejian smiled: "Didn't he say that? Hurry back to have a meal!"

I feel relaxed in my mouth, but I feel entangled in my heart.

When Meng Wenhua stepped down, he clearly said a few words in his eyes: "It's you!"

Maybe it was an illusion, but Chen Xuejian felt that it was not.

Meng Wenhua came up and blew up his identity and then made a sudden move.

Although he did not use any sword technique, his hasty moves were very similar to that night.

The contact between front and back is similar to the fact that he was robbed of his identity and sneak attacked him.

"He definitely won't leave so easily. I don't know what will happen!"

Just worried that it was useless, Chen Xuejian was ready to block the water and soil.

The other four games were also soon ended because before the sudden changes in natural disasters, the practitioners' cultivation level was not high.

In the past, the swordsmanship event was a battle between ordinary young juniors. This time, Ding Ruxiu participated as a grandmaster, which was unimaginable in the past.

Although the opponent is not bad, it cannot cause him too much trouble and he can easily advance.

The second player, who was suspected by You Xiaozhi, successfully advanced after some effort.

Another one is the monk Lejue from Shaolin Temple. This person has a very powerful sword skills, and he is fierce and domineering in his sword skills.

The four people entered the next round, Chen Xuejian compared the number two, and Ding Ruxiu compared the monk Jue.

Although Shaolin disciples are extraordinary, they are only fifteen yuan.

Without much analysis, Chen Xuejian also knew that his last opponent should be Ding Ruxiu.

Of course, the premise is that you can defeat the opponents in this round.

"Semi-finals, No. 96 vs. No. 2!"
Chapter completed!