My right eye is mutated

Chapter 27

Niu Haiyang raised his head, his face full of disappointment, and he just looked at Lu Dafeng with extremely disappointed eyes.

Afterwards, Niu Haiyang was helped away by people from Lishan Club.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Buzhou was completely speechless.

These two are indeed experts in the field of pretending!
In just such a group arena, Lu Dafeng even pretended to be a new height!

Zhou Buzhou's eyes rolled.

He also wants to pretend like this, and thinks of Lu Dafeng, who seems like he can break through the world of mortals, and the defeated opponent coldly said: "This... is reality!"

Zhou Buzhou turned his head and looked down the ring: "Are you sick? Are you still fantasizing that you can win the ring by climbing a mountain?"

"Come up with one, let me tell you what reality is every week!"

Everyone in the audience paused slightly and watched Zhou Buzhou for two seconds.

Then, they fought again.

Zhou Buzhou had black lines all over his face.

It turns out that the reality is that I really can't pretend.

The reality is that no one has given me a chance to compete!
How longing for a teammate like Niu Haiyang who can infinitely cooperate with your pretense!
Zhou Buzhou sat down again, and was not in the mood to watch the competition in the arena next door.

Time passed again.

In the center of Red Candle Square, the vice-principal Wang Zhennan said suddenly: "There is still a quarter of an hour, and the battle will be over!"

A quarter of an hour is 15 minutes.

I don't know if it's for the sake of comparison, anyway, the practitioners no longer need to calculate the time.

Instead, use the ancient hour, quarter hour, and breath.

There are even words such as a cup of tea, a glass of wine, or a meal as time quantifiers.

Zhou Buzhou is not disgusted, because he likes the old-fashioned feeling.

As Wang Zhennan's words resounded throughout the audience, the arena that had already started suddenly became fierce, almost to the point of fighting for life.

And before the ring started, he was still alone.

But below the ring, it will soon become an endless war.

Zhou Buzhou was speechless.

It didn't take long before Wang Zhennan's voice sounded again: "After a cup of tea, the battle is over!"

The arena where the fight started decided the winner.

In the arena where the fight has not started, even a lone person has his face full of vigilance, in case he falls short at the last moment.

Zhou Buzhou pressed the scabbard tightly with his right hand, and looked at the audience with his eyes like lightning.

offstage.

Countless people fell to the ground, and more than a dozen people were fighting in scuffle.

After fighting for nearly three hours, these people who can still fight really deserve the title of warriors!
"One hundred breaths left, the battle is over!"

"There are still fifty breaths left, the battle is over!"

"Ten breaths left!"

Wang Zhennan's voice resounded again and again.

The last time it resounded, Zhou Buzhou fell down the stage, leaving only one person standing.

This person was the first Zhang Shan who was killed side by side with Zhou Buzhou in the first place.

It's the quasi-first-order who opened the eight meridians and twelve meridians!
Is this still there?
This sum didn't go to other arenas!

Zhou Buzhou admires this guy very much.

Zhang Shan wobbled towards the arena, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "Weaknesses! Millennium kill!"

Roaring, Zhang Shan climbed onto the ring.

"Hey!"

Zhou Buzhou sighed softly: "Let me tell you what is reality!"

Zhou Buzhou stepped forward quickly, and slashed down with the sheathed Tang Dao. Zhang Shan subconsciously dodged, withdrew his hands, and left the ring.

Wang Zhennan's voice resounded again: "The ring defense is over!"

The breath surrounding the arena completely sealed the arena in an instant.

Zhang Shan desperately knocked on the breath barrier, his face full of madness, but he never had the chance to enter the ring again.

Zhou Buzhou withdrew his knife calmly: "This... is reality!"

Zhang Shan's face was dull, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell on his back.

"Damn it, that's all you have?"

Zhou Buzhou's words reached his ears.

Zhang Shan's face was full of resentment, I was injured before, not out of anger!

"puff!"

Zhang Shan spat out a mouthful of old blood again, and Zhang Shan passed out.

Zhou Buzhou naturally knew that it was not because of anger, and not everyone was Zhou Yu, it was normal for this guy to vomit blood after fighting fiercely for three hours.

But, since I'm pretending, no matter why you vomit blood, you must be vomited blood because of my anger!

Otherwise, my pretense would not be perfect.

On the high platform, Wang Zhennan looked at the fifty arenas that were almost clean, and the ground around the fifty arenas was a mess.

Who knows where the real arena is.

But the rules are set by him, and it's not good for him to go back on his word now.

You can't go back on your word, but you can add something.

Wang Zhennan suddenly took out a bottle, and then his whole body exploded with qi.

In an instant, the bottle flew into the sky.

The bottle shattered, and the purple brilliance was fleeting.

Then, the sky began to rain lightly.

This rain has a hint of vibrant purple.

This rain only fell near the ring, and only fell on those injured.

Zhou Buzhou intercepted a drop of rain, licked it, it was sweet, but nothing special.

About ten seconds later.

On the ground, the breath of the injured person recovered quickly.

Then, one by one slowly stood up.

These people looked at the people on the ring with resentment on their faces.

Especially those eighteen guys who successfully defended the ring without ever having fought a fight.

Zhang Shan's eyeballs stared at Zhou Buzhou so tightly that he could almost spew out flames.

Zhou Buzhou shrugged, looked at Zhang Shan, and asked calmly, "Have you recognized the reality?"

Zhang Shan suddenly blushed.

Really angry this time!
Wang Zhenwu's voice sounded again: "The battle of defending the competition has been successfully concluded, and the winners of the competition are the following 50 people... Jin Haitao, Liu Pingguo, Zhang Ju, Lu Dafeng, Xu Liulian, Zhou Buzhou..."

The names of the 50 people were read out one by one.

The rest of the people in the audience looked sad.

The great opportunity that was almost bound to become the first rank just passed them by.

Especially Zhang Shan, a quasi-first-level master, as one of the students with the highest cultivation in the base, unexpectedly didn't get a single spot!

shame!

And Millennium Kill!

Shame of shame!

But immediately afterwards, Wang Zhenwu spoke again: "But among those who did not enter the ring this time, there are also many people who performed well, and these people who performed well may not necessarily be weaker than those who successfully defended the ring."

"Therefore, this principal decided to start the competition rules among the nations. Those who performed well will have the right to challenge twice, and you can challenge any champion."

"Two challenges can also challenge different masters, and if you win, you will become the master."

"If the original challenger loses, he can also have the right to challenge twice. Only when all the losers have exhausted the right to challenge can the final fifty winners be determined!"

Zhou Buzhou's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Zhang Shan.

Zhang Shan's face was full of joy, and he looked at Zhou Buzhou viciously.

"Following, those whose names are read are those who performed well, and they can get the right to challenge twice!"

Wang Zhenwu's voice suddenly became serious, and Li Nan, the director of politics and education, quickly took out the list and began to read: "Zhang Shan, Chen Jiuzhou, Yin Li'an, Xu Jiangyang..."

The first name is Zhang Shan.

Zhang Shan was excited, staring at Zhou Buzhou, gearing up.

(End of this chapter)