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Looking at the direction Huang Rong pointed, “Which one?”

“I was knocked out of the arena, and now sitting in the safe passage, the two who refused to return to the sect, one of them, the blocked one, I look a bit like our Rakshasa gate?”

“No. I’m still happy. All the martial arts players in the Raksha Gate have advanced to the semi-finals. It turned out that one of them was eliminated at the last minute. He will definitely not figure it out. I have to go over and take a look.”


As he said, Wu Hua walked out of the opposition, but suddenly saw the Rakshasa martial arts players in the field, all standing together, waving at them, his face full of pride, there was no trace of exhaustion.

There are eight in total, not one is missing!

Wu Hua stopped immediately, and finally did not step out of the opposition. But the sect leader next door went out afterwards, walking towards the person who was blocked.

“It turned out to be from their sect.” Huang Rong apologized, “I’m sorry, big brother, I haven’t recognized the people of our Raksha Sect. It’s just that this person’s clothing is somewhat familiar, and his demeanor is somewhat similar, so suddenly speak out.”

“It doesn’t matter. After all, you have come to the Rakshasmen for a short time, and you will gradually get to know them. Besides, I don’t know all of the 30,000 disciples of the Rakshasam.”



All the martial arts disciples who were qualified for the semi-finals went to register, and then Yi Pang told everyone that they would have a semi-final tomorrow, and then rest for a day, and then the preliminaries of the Qi-level.

“Wait two more days, it’s our turn to play!” Huang Rong suddenly touched her chest, “I’m so excited, brother, I feel my heart thumping.”

“It’s okay, Rong’er, relax, we will definitely be able to enter the semi-finals.” Wu Hua said.

Sometimes he is called Junior Sister Huang Rong, sometimes Huang Rong, and sometimes Junior Sister Rong’er, but not many times when he is called directly Rong’er. I probably stayed with them all the time, listening to Kunpeng and Mei Chaofeng, and even herself, calling herself “Rong’er”. After hearing a lot, I might call it out by the way, but it’s not surprising.

Therefore, Huang Rong and the others didn’t think too much, just as Wu Hua was getting close to them.

“But, I see this rule, alas, I feel a little uncomfortable.” Huang Rong sighed.

“Why don’t you get used to it? Everyone has no problem. Do you think there are restrictions on you? Tell me, let’s analyze it for you.” Wu Hua seemed a little anxious.

“Well, that’s it. Once you enter the stadium, you can’t stop, you must constantly look for opponents to fight. This is a rhythm that drives people crazy, I think.”

Everyone laughed for a moment.

“Why, don’t you feel that way?”

Zu Long said: “Sister Huang Rong, it’s the first time you participated in such a competition. It’s normal to have this feeling. It’s the same for us. When we participated in the competition, we also felt that this rule was too weird and unsatisfactory. But why is it so over the years? Doesn’t it change the game? In fact, this rule is good. It can examine a person’s resilience and endurance, continuous combat effectiveness, etc. If you want to have such a rule in a normal game, you don’t have it.”

“So, you all like this rule?”

Almost all the players nodded at her.

“Okay, let me be bored. I will definitely try to adapt to the rules and make sure not to hold back.” Huang Rong’s somewhat helpless expression made Wu Hua lose consciousness.

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