The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

"Oh, Chinese people are just showy." Off the court, a burly and thick man faced the two people on the stage, not hiding his disdain.

"Nick!"

As soon as he said this, the dark-skinned beauty immediately glared at him as a warning.

The guy named Nick didn't pay attention to the black-skinned beauty's warning. He raised his hand to make a gesture, stared at the woman with threatening eyes, and said viciously: "These are just these little weaklings, I'm not a dick." You can knock him down with just your fingers."

"That's enough, Nick! This is not Central Africa, and you can't do whatever you want."

Nick immediately frowned and stared at the dark-skinned woman with a pair of brown eyes: "Ima, are you threatening me?"

Facing Nick, whose muscles were tense, Imma took a deep breath, stared into his eyes and said, "Nick, don't forget what the great elder told you."

After a while, Nick's muscles all over his body relaxed. He turned his head and continued to look at the field: "Oh, I won't forget it."

At this time, Ji Rong and Jiang Yunshu had come off the court, followed immediately by Nick and Imma from South Africa.

Looking at Jiang Yunshu, who looked fair and tender, with small arms and legs, Nick immediately gave her a split-mouthed smile and vaguely raised his little finger at her.

Looking from Jiang Yunshu's perspective, he could just see this extremely insulting gesture and his eyes full of murderous intent and excitement.

He wanted to kill himself.

Jiang Yunshu understood the look in his eyes, and it was the first time he felt someone else's murderous intention face to face, and he felt a chill down his back.

The exchange between the two lasted only a few seconds, but Yan Qiao noticed something was wrong, and she frowned slightly.

Looking around the venue, some people could not conceal their excitement and murderous intent!
"Thank you to all the players in the venue for the wonderful display, which also allowed us to understand the traditional martial arts of various countries."

"Then let's start the second martial arts match. The order of appearance of all players will be determined by the lottery numbers in their hands."

"I think those of you who are watching the live broadcast can't wait, right? Then let's officially start!"

As the host's passionate words fell, the background of the venue changed instantly, from an ancient arena to a competition arena full of technology.

At the same time, the barrage in the live broadcast room was also crazy.

'Wow, it looks good! ! '

'It's exactly the same as the PK place in Xingjiyou. This is so cool.'

'Who is hosting this exchange meeting? I want to know all his information in 5 minutes! ! [Love][Love]'

Looking at the comments in the live broadcast room and thinking about the players from certain countries, President Qin felt a little uneasy.

President Qin thought for a while and waved to the people around him, "Ahua."

Ah Hua quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully to listen to what he said.

"Yes." Hearing this, Ahua nodded and left the room.

Looking at the scene that changed instantly, especially when he saw a few people slowly walking out of the venue, Yan Qiao raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"These robots are actually produced by the Chuyang team?" Someone in the lounge suddenly exclaimed.

"Is that Chu Yang?"

"Besides that one, who else is named Chuyang?"

"That's the top scientific research team in the country! I didn't expect them to be able to use the robots produced by Chuyang."

Yan Qiao listened to everyone's whispered discussions. She only turned to look at Waner Song: "Did you make all these things?"

Although it was a question, looking at her eyes, you could clearly feel that what she said was clearly a statement.Song Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously: "How did you tell?"

After getting the answer he wanted, Yan Qiao turned around and replied in a very soft voice: "These robots are similar to the clothes you wore last time."

Different approaches but similar results?

Hearing this, Song Wan'er's beautiful eyes flashed slightly.

Could it be that she is too? Staring at Yan Qiao's side face, Song Wan'er slowly narrowed her beautiful eyes and kept thinking in her heart.

The appearance of the four robots instantly froze the atmosphere in the venue.

Team members from certain countries are staring at these robots eagerly, and only they know what they are thinking.

"The focus of this 'Martial Arts' competition is on the discussion, that is, until the point is reached. These robots are just to maintain order in the field to prevent uncontrollable incidents from happening." The host's voice was calm and he answered everyone's questions with a smile. Confuse.

Soon, the game officially started.

Jiang Yunshu lowered her eyes and looked at the monitor on her wrist. A "5" was clearly written on it, which meant that she was in the fifth group, while Ji Rong drew a "5".

The two looked at each other, and she nodded to Ji Rong, her eyes full of encouragement.

Jiang Yunshu has great faith in her strength. Even though she is not as powerful as her brothers, she is not something that cats and dogs can win.

In the world of ancient martial arts, Ji Rong can be regarded as a rare genius. In addition, she has learned ancient martial arts since she was a child, and she has also learned a few secrets of the Ji family.

"Game [-]: Ji Rong VS Cheke Thurman"

Ji Rong is dressed in a dazzling red outfit, with a soft whip wrapped around her waist, which is the magical weapon she has used since she was a child.

"Beautiful girl, it's an honor to meet you."

The man who came across from me was a gentleman wearing a black tuxedo and blond hair. He spoke very fluent Chinese.

Ji Rong was not fooled by the man's deceptive appearance at all. She only smiled fakely and said, "My Chinese is pretty good, but I won't be merciful."

"Coincidentally, neither will I."

Cheke Thurman smiled, his eyes were deep, and his blond hair shone in the sun.

This look alone captivated the hearts of countless girls in the live broadcast room.

Ji Rong only slowly took off the soft whip from her waist. She raised her hand and gently brushed the whip body with a bright smile on her lips.

"Crackling"

She held the whip in her right hand and struck it several times in the air, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air instantly resounded throughout the venue.

Cheke Thurman still had a faint smile on his face, until the whip was about to fall in front of him, he actually grabbed the oncoming whip.

The soft whip in Ji Rong's hand became tight due to the strong pull. Her eyes suddenly condensed and she snorted softly.

Invisibly, the internal force dispersed, and a force of energy traveled along the whip, but in an instant the whip broke free from Cheke Thurman's restraints.

Cheke Thurman was not surprised at all. He only let go of his hand according to the force. He looked at the palm of his hand and his eyes darkened: "The ancient warrior of the Chinese country is indeed worthy of his reputation."

The live broadcast room did not cut to the medium shot, it was still in a long shot. The audience could only see the two people in a stalemate, and it was difficult to see the details clearly.

Cheke Thurman moved his feet and quickly left the place before the soft whip struck again.