Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 213 Quota Decision
It wasn't until Wang Wei and Li Yiyuan stood on the ring that the discussion in the audience gradually died down.

Regarding the discussions in the audience, Guan Zhichen and others on the stage seemed to have never heard of them.

"Junior brother, I know you are very strong, but it is about the quota to go to Central Continent, I will not show mercy, you should take out your weapons."

Li Yiyuan watched Wang Wei come to the stage empty-handed, drew out his long sword and held it in his hand, and said to him.

Wang Wei was a little embarrassed.

The reason why he killed Qi Yuzhe in seconds was that Qi Yuzhe was not prepared for his close-fitting bunt, but that kind of strange move, once is enough, and the power will definitely be greatly reduced the second time.

But neither Kungunil nor Longinus is suitable for this occasion, and he doesn't want to fight like Yan Bei and Xu Shen.

Li Yiyuan was one of the few people who cared about him during his most difficult days in Hidden Sword Peak.

Wang Luo saw Wang Wei's hesitation and thought about it.

A ray of white light descended from the sky and directly hit the ground in front of Wang Wei.

Wang Wei looked at the spear that suddenly appeared in front of him, and subconsciously glanced at Wang Luo who was sitting there alone in the audience.

Then, he held the spear in front of him and exerted a little force.

Liquan Gun came out of the rivers and lakes again.

Ever since Wang Luo got the Qinglian Sword, he rarely used guns, and the two guns, Liquan Gun and Yajiao Gun, gradually fell silent.

"Brother, you have to be careful." Wang Wei said to Li Yiyuan with a smile, looking at the Liquan Spear engraved with the four characters of Liquan Spear in front of him.

Li Yiyuan nodded, and with He Miao's order, the competition officially began.

Wang Wei held the Liquan gun upside down and walked forward quickly, the tip of the gun rubbed against the ground, drawing a stream of flames.

When Wang Luo was in Daliang, he had already taught Wang Wei three sets of marksmanship.

In addition to the Wang family spear passed down by Wang Wei's family, his understanding of marksmanship is even comparable to Wang Luo's.

In addition, the Liquan spear is much longer than the saber.

Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, Wang Wei completely suppressed Li Yiyuan.

Li Yiyuan was tired of parrying.

"So strong! The feeling of this marksmanship is really similar to our Shushan swordsmanship, and there is no flaw." Li Yiyuan was terrified.

The audience off the court quietly waited for the moment when Li Yiyuan turned from defense to offense.

In their eyes, Li Yiyuan, as the eldest disciple of Zang Jianfeng, has always been synonymous with the second generation of disciples.

This is different from Yan Bei's self-confession. Except for Wen Jianfeng's big disciple who can't see his head and tail, Li Yiyuan is basically the strongest of the second generation.

But the situation is not as they thought, but stalemate.

Wang Wei attacked and Li Yiyuan defended.

"Now it's up to who can't stand it first." Seeing that no one on the court could do anything to anyone, the second-generation disciples off the court began to discuss the situation.

"Whoever gets discouraged first will lose." A second-generation disciple of Wenjianfeng said firmly.

Although Li Yiyuan was on the defensive, he didn't panic at all.

His own characteristic is long-lasting strength. This stalemate situation is undoubtedly beneficial to him, and Wang Wei must be the one who consumes more physical energy when he defends himself and Wang Wei attacks.

But he didn't know what the opponent he was facing was doing before.

"After you lose, what you lose is nothing more than the outcome of a competition." Wang Wei thought silently while continuing his offensive.

"But! After we lose, what we lose is our own life!"

Wang Wei, who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, slowly revealed his murderous aura.

Li Yiyuan was surprised to feel that after this period of stalemate, Wang Wei put even more pressure on himself.

"How...how is it possible?" He allocated more energy to defend, while thinking about how to break the game.

The fierce battle between the two lasted for an hour.

But even after playing for such a long time, the Shushan disciples in the audience still watched the discussion on the field intently.

"It's wonderful! Is this the strength of a top second-generation disciple?"

"Look! Brother Li is a little bit overwhelmed!"

Li Yiyuan finally showed his flaws.

How could Wang Wei let go of this opportunity.

Soon, Wang Wei completed the complete suppression of Li Yiyuan.

Finally, when the tip of the Liquan Spear landed firmly on Li Yiyuan's throat, Li Yiyuan finally gave up resistance.

"You won." He lowered his head and looked at the blade of the Liquan gun. Even after fighting for more than an hour, Wang Wei's hand holding the gun still did not tremble.

"I've accepted it, Senior Brother." Wang Wei retracted the Liquan Spear and saluted Li Yiyuan with a smile.

"Brother, I haven't used the weapon I have at my fingertips yet, and I'm convinced that I lost." Li Yiyuan smiled wryly, and said to the man opposite.

The two walked down the stage side by side.

And their wonderful competition also won wild applause from the disciples in the audience.

Next, it's the last game of the day.

Zhu Jianfeng Xu Shen faced off against Jianjian Peak Liu Meng.

Xu Shen's body was still bandaged, and a trace of red was still oozing from his head, but his expression was very calm.

"Senior Brother Liu, I have accepted."

After two sticks of incense, Xu Shen, whose whole body was once again soaked in blood, looked pale but still calm.

He lowered his head slightly and saluted Liu Meng.

Liu Meng got up from the ground in a panic.

"I lost."

With Liu Meng admitting defeat, the competition on the first day was all over.

And the three people who went to Central Continent to participate in the exchange meeting were officially confirmed.

Wang Luo of Tianjian Peak, Wang Wei of Zangjian Peak, and Xu Shen of Zhujian Peak.

Wen Jianfeng, who has always been strong, didn't get a single spot. This made Zhou Ziqing, who was sitting on the rostrum, turn pale, and left the venue as soon as it was over.

At night, Jianchi in the back mountain of Wenjian Peak is brightly lit.

Accompanied by the roar of the waterfall, there were occasional screams from the disciples of Wenjian Peak.

Zhou Ziqing's devil training lasted the whole night.

This also led to the next day, the disciples sitting in the phalanx of Wenjian Peak were all listless, staring at the two dark circles.

Feeling the five peaks around him, oh, no, the disciples of the four peaks, Wang Luo hasn't come yet, they all look happily at the disciples of Wenjian peak who usually look arrogant.

Soon, Wang Luo followed a generation of disciples to the square.

Then, he walked towards his conspicuous position with a determined face.

Guan Zhichen looked at Wang Luo who was walking down the stage with his head down, and felt that he had finally avenged those Taoist robes who died tragically.

Today is the final. Although the quota for going to Central Continent has been determined, these two competitions today undoubtedly represent the highest level of competition in Shushan.

Moreover, Wang Luo, who had had two byes yesterday, will definitely appear today.

This also makes the people who eat melons look forward to it very much.

What kind of magical power does this mysterious Tianjian Peak disciple have that can make Sect Leader Guan take him under his sect without hesitation?

(End of this chapter)