Taikoo Lingxiao Jue

Chapter 452
Therefore, Hong Lida could only curl his lips wanting to cry but without tears.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qiankun came to the lottery box.

Immediately, unexpectedly, he hugged the lottery box weighing over a thousand catties with both hands, turned it upside down, and began to shake it vigorously.

The martial arts personnel stared at him immediately, and shouted: "Li Qiankun, what are you doing? The lottery box needs to use true energy! You can't use brute force!"

"I won't, you bite me?" Li Qiankun glared back at him, immediately choking the martial arts personnel speechless, he could only shake his head helplessly.

After a while, Li Qiankun finally poured out a token from the lottery box, with a big thirteen written on it.

Holding the No.13 token, Li Qiankun glanced around and asked incomparably domineeringly: "Who is Thirteen? Take the initiative to stand up."

"I!"

A thin girl with a seven-star sword came out immediately.

The girl is very young, with an immature face and clear eyes, wearing a simple and elegant light blue dress, she looks very moving.

Although it is not a stunning appearance, it has an elegant and dusty temperament, which is very lovable, especially at this moment, the pear blossoms are raining, and the appearance of tears is about to make the hearts of the male compatriots present tremble slightly.

I have to sigh, how can there be such a lovely person in the world!

Seeing this, Li Qiankun immediately restrained a bit of domineering, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said: "Oh, hey, she is actually a little beauty. Don't worry, I will never hurt you."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

The girl even raised her brows and looked at him angrily.

Li Qiankun hurriedly said: "Oh, what are you thinking? What I mean is that when you fight in the ring, you must be gentle and soft. If it is really not good, I will not make a move, right?"

Gently?Soft?
Everyone's expressions became more and more strange.

At this time, the girl burst into tears and cried: "Bad guy! Woohoo, scoundrel!"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you scold me, anyway, I can't let you win, so slip away." With a whoosh, Li Qiankun disappeared.

Only the astonished crowd and the temperamental girl remained.

Lin Yi couldn't help showing a smile. In his previous life, Lin Yi might have gotten acquainted with this person, but now, they are destined to only become Lin Yi's stepping stones!

……

At this point, the lottery is all over.

Lin Yi's opponent is Wang Jiannan. As long as he defeats Wang Jiannan, he can kill the semi-finals.

"Brother, I feel that something is wrong with that Wang Jiannan. He is only a five-star Martial Emperor. After seeing your performance, he can still be so calm. He even dared to provoke you just now. Tell me...does he have any cards? ?" The little fat man sat next to Lin Yi, analyzing with a worried look on his face.

"That's right, Mo Mo is right, I think so too, this Wang Jiannan is not a fool, if he is not sure, he will never provoke Lin Shaoyou." Elder Wang Xu also nodded.

Elder Lu An didn't say anything, but the expression on his face was very obvious.

Lin Yi smiled and said: "There must be a hole card, and he thinks he can beat me for sure."

"Then what should we do?" Wang Xu asked anxiously, then looked at Elder Lu An.

Elder Lu An also smiled: "What do you think I am doing? Could this old man help Young Master Lin to fight on stage?"

"No, I just want to ask, don't you have any opinions? It's very dangerous for Young Master Lin to go up rashly like this!" Wang Xu said.

"The old man's opinion is not important. What matters is Young Master Lin. The key to the matter lies in Young Master Lin." Elder Lu An smiled lightly.

"Elder Wang, don't worry, he has his trump card, so I, Lin Yi, don't have it?" A mysterious smile crossed the corner of Lin Yi's mouth.

"Young Master Lin, it's about the sect, are you really sure?" Wang Xu asked with little confidence.

Lin Yi nodded and didn't say much.

"Okay." Wang Xu could only sigh helplessly.

The little fat man's eyes lit up, and he was full of confidence in Lin Yi.

He was a little worried at first, but Lin Yi said that he also has his own hole cards, so Wang Jiannan and so on are nothing to be afraid of.

……

Time was passing, and the third round of competitions ended one after another.

Finally, after noon, the seventh game ushered in!

The seventh game is Lin Yi vs. Wang Jiannan.

The audience, who were a little drowsy at first, became refreshed at this moment.

Compared with the previous competitions, this grievance game is obviously more interesting!
"Hey, in this competition, who is everyone optimistic about?"

Someone in the auditorium yelled curiously, and then everyone responded one after another.

"Of course it's Lin Yi from Yijianzong. Did you guys see yesterday's competition? He even defeated Mo Tian in the Underworld."

"After looking at it, I also think that Lin Yi has a higher winning rate, after all, he possesses divine martial arts."

"It makes sense."

"Lin Yi is definitely better than that Wang Jiannan. You must know that Qingyun Sword Sect is only a second-rate sect in the Great Jin Wu Kingdom."

"I like Lin Yi!"

In the arena, almost everyone was optimistic about Lin Yi's voice.

The elders of Qingyun Sword Sect gritted their teeth angrily, and Wang Jiannan, who had just stepped onto the ring, was even more livid!

There's no way to blame him, he can only be blamed for his poor performance.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to cause this situation.

"In this competition, I, Wang Jiannan, want to prove it to all of you! I am the strongest, not that Lin Yi!"

Wang Jiannan screamed wildly in his heart, and madness appeared in his eyes.

On the other side, Lin Yi had just stepped onto the ring, and when he heard the voices from around him, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Everyone was optimistic about him, but it was different from the previous plot.

Lin Yi was a little uncomfortable with it.

But Lin Yi also knew that it must not swell, otherwise it would be ridiculous to capsize in the gutter.

Although Wang Jiannan is only a five-star Martial Emperor, but he has the courage to fight against him, he must rely on some kind of trump card.

So Lin Yi raised a little precaution in his heart.

"The seventh match of the third round of the National Martial Arts Contest starts now. The two sides in the battle are Lin Yi from Yijianzong and Wang Jiannan from Qingyunjianmen."

"This competition can be said to be very interesting. Everyone knows that Qingyun Sword Sect and Yi Jianzong are both sword repair sects from the Great Jin Wu Kingdom. The two sects have been competing for the title of the first in the Great Jin Dynasty for a long time, but It has always been Yi Jianzong who is superior."

"Today, whether Qingyun Sword Sect can prove that it is the number one sect in the Great Jin Dynasty, success or failure depends on it!"

"Similarly, whether Yi Jianzong can defend the title of No. [-] in the Jin Dynasty depends on Lin Yi's performance in this game."

Kan Congyun gave a passionate commentary throughout the process.

But in the arena, it was calm.

Wang Jiannan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Lin Yi, and said with a sneer, "Lin Yi, it seems that everyone is very optimistic about you, don't let them 'disappoint'!"

(End of this chapter)