Gao Wu: Quietly Draw The Sword, And Then Surprise Everyone

Dalong Kingdom, in the mountains of the west.

A discarded swaddle containing a two-month-old baby.

At this time, the two-month-old baby was uttering human words!

If someone on earth saw it, they would definitely think that the baby didn't drink Meng Po soup!

"You'd better not let me catch you! Otherwise I will definitely kill you! How dare you steal my things!"

At this time, the baby was gnashing his teeth, as if he had some deep hatred.

After looking at the surrounding environment, the baby immediately cursed.

"What a fool! I am an orphan every time! How come I am an orphan every time I am reincarnated!"

"Can't you give me a better life experience!?"

"It would be fine if you gave me a protagonist script, but every time I die miserably before reaching the peak of my life!! You call this a protagonist script?"

"Where are the four major families that have been agreed upon in online articles!? It's a shame that my surname is Ye! The online articles are all lies!!"

Xingchi Immortal Lord, whose real name is Ye Xingchi, comes from the earth. After dozens of reincarnations, he has now come to this world.

"Hey! This world... has no spiritual energy... no profound energy... no fighting spirit... no immortal energy... what is this kind of energy..."

After carefully feeling the composition of the air between heaven and earth, Anyan tried to run his own technique again.

Within two minutes, Ye Xingchi burst out laughing!

"Hahahaha! I finally got the protagonist's script!! The energy in this world is so thin. With my current qualifications and skills, I want to see who else in this world can punish me!"

"You have mud in your mouth (start now), who will give you a bag of rice (let the world feel the pain)!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of wild wolves appeared in Ye Xingchi's field of vision.

"wdnmd! I'm still a child!"

...

Return to the Hundred Cities Competition site.

No matter how arrogant Zhao Yang is, no one dares to challenge him in the ring.

The contestants under the ring ignored Zhao Yang.

Seeing this situation, people in the audience immediately burst into strong opposition.

They just came to watch the fight. Now if you don't fight, then why are you watching? ?

"Should we fight or not? What's going on?"

"Did you? Refund the ticket!"

"Refund the ticket! I want a refund! We came to watch the fight! We won't fight now! Refund the ticket!"

"Still not a man! If he is a man, go up and fuck him!"

...

"Do you think I am a man?"

"You're good to go! Just know how to beep!"

Hearing the various abuses erupting from the audience, the contestants in the competition field also shouted back.

They are also very smart. If they don't fight against the Martial Lords and Martial Lords of the Wuzong who are above the God Refining Realm, they will fight against the Xiantian Realm warriors and Qi Sea Realm warriors who are below the God Refining Realm.

If they attack the Martial King Martial Lord of the Martial Sect who is above the realm of refining gods, they will commit the following crime.

If Zhao Yang hadn't beaten King Xiao so badly, they might have gone to the ring to compete with Zhao Yang.

But now seeing King Xiao like this, they all became timid.

If they are scolded, they will accept it. If they cannot get out of bed for two years, it will be a big loss.

This is the golden age of warriors!

Seeing that no one was fighting him, Zhao Yang had no choice but to look at the referee, "Referee, can you announce the result? I am the champion!"

"Ah...then what should they do?" The referee was a little at a loss.

This situation has never happened in the Hundred Cities Competition in previous years.

No matter how hard it is, I can get one, two, three, four, five, six or seven.

Now, only the champion will be the winner, and everyone else will not be ranked.

"Them?" Zhao Yang looked at the contestants and shouted, "Do you have any objections to me winning the championship?"

"No!"

All the contestants shouted out two words in unison.

This was the first time they had replied to Zhao Yang.

"Look, they have no objection." Zhao Yang looked at the referee again.

"This..." The referee didn't know what to do, so he had to look at the host.

Seeing the referee's eyes directed towards him, the host immediately turned his head away.

The meaning is obvious.

Dont look at me! I don’t know what to do either!

Among these contestants, there are many children of some powerful forces. He is just a host, so naturally he does not dare to jump to conclusions.

It would be bad if the dissatisfied big forces cause trouble afterwards.

Seeing that the host was ignoring him, the referee's expression suddenly turned ugly.

If this responsibility falls on myself, I will definitely not get any good results!

If I had known better, I wouldn’t have been a referee!

Wouldn't it be nice to go home and spend time with your wife and children?

At this time, the referee felt regretful in his heart!

"What, do you think I'm not qualified?" Seeing that the referee had not announced the result for a long time, Zhao Yang's face became cold.

Isn’t this a clear disapproval of yourself? ?

"No, no!" The referee didn't know why. After meeting Zhao Yang's eyes just now, he felt a sense of danger in Zhao Yang!

You know, he himself is a Martial King!

He was actually afraid of the gaze of a ninth-level Qi Sea warrior!

This is unreasonable! Absolutely unreasonable!

But he always believed in his hunch.

The referee also knew at this time that if he did not announce the result, there would probably be a bloody disaster!

Thinking of this, the referee took the microphone and said: "I announce! This year's Hundred Cities Competition, the champion is... Jiangcheng Zhao Yang!"

As soon as these words came out, the referee expected to hear warm applause.

But the entire Hundred Cities Competition scene was completely silent.

No one broke out in applause, either in the audience or on the playing field.

After more than ten seconds, the entire Hundred Cities Competition erupted into enthusiastic voices.

"Did you? Refund the ticket!"

"That's it? That's it? This is the final? It's just one game and it's over?"

"What's going on? We haven't had enough yet!"

"Refund! Refund! Must refund!"

"You don't even dare to fight a small Qi Hai Ninth Level, are you really rubbish! A true man, even if he has to die standing! He can never live on his knees!"

This sentence was uttered by a Martial Lord, and the voice was a bit loud, so it naturally reached Zhao Yang's ears.

"Who is that! Yes, yes, it's you. What did you just say? A small ninth-level Qihai? Do you look down on me or what? Come down! Let's challenge each other! It's a matter of life and death!" Zhao Yang shouted pointing at the man.

If you look down on Qi Hai Ninth Level, then you can look down on him, but if you say it directly to his face, then I won't be happy.

As soon as Zhao Yang said these words, the whole audience was shocked!

The ninth level of Qihai challenges Wu Zun! ?

unprecedented! Absolutely unprecedented!

And it’s still in the Hundred Cities Competition!

too crazy!

It’s just crazy!

"Is he serious? He only has the ninth level of Qihai! Even if he gets angry again! He shouldn't be so brainless, right?"

"Originally I thought Zhao Yang was a genius, but now, alas, he is so arrogant!"