The Coercion of Scum

Eyes swept quickly, and sure enough, most of the men here have been soaking up with their seniors since they were young, and they rarely have the opportunity to contact women.

Ah, no matter why I have to explain to myself!

After that, I started paying full attention to the situation in the ring.

It was a well-arranged gossip array, which was quite handsome. A group of people are generally arranged to walk into the ring from 10 directions as evenly as possible, and then wait for the referee's order to start the match.

Once the game starts, it immediately becomes a fierce Shura field. It is usually male, occasionally mixed with females, and they use their lifelong force to defeat opponents, whether it is open and closed fists, palms, or generals. Both the fine swordsmanship and the flexible marksmanship are used by people.

"Amazing."

I admired.

Suddenly someone nearby spoke in a weak voice.

"These are just small roles. The real martial arts do not need to pass this selection, they will directly send hero posts, such as the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Shaolin Wudang Emei..."

"Wow... Xiongtai, you are..."

I looked at the man next to me with a blindfold on one eye, and I was surprised.

And he smiled easily.

"I am a person who has a longing for the martial arts conference just like you."

"Oh oh... But what you said, the martial arts can let the disciples escort, but it's true? I don't understand."

"This is an open regulation, after all, this martial arts is supported by the martial arts."

"Hehe, that's what I said."

"However, this kind of selection is held in Luoyang, Beijing, and Hangzhou. The purpose is to involve people from small and medium sects. Because the martial arts conference is about the leader of the martial arts, everyone is very active. It is a pity that the martial arts have won the first prize in so many sessions. ."

"This is... of course."

I shrugged with a wry smile. The martial arts conference is the stage for each sect to display its own. If its own disciples play beautifully, it can make the reputation of the sect a lot. The final battle of the masters is the most critical finale for determining the leader of the martial arts. Because the prestigious jianghu seniors can't fight one after another, in short, the martial arts leader uses a special calculation method to let several masters of the martial arts contest.

After all, I didn't expect to be the leader of the martial arts, this has nothing to do with me.

After several rounds of elimination, several people were lucky enough to get the hero post.

"The next round, Zhujia Escort, Takezawa Yu..."

Headed by me, the referee gave another 10 names.

And I stood on one side first, waiting calmly for the people who were shouted to come up.

Finally, the referee shouted in a little surprise.

"Hundred Flowers Palace, Mo."

With this sound, a woman walked forward slowly from the stage.

The whole audience uttered low exclamations.

Not only me, but everyone else on the court was taken aback.

It was a slender girl in a blue veil skirt, and the braided hair was added with a hint of warmth with red ribbons. Willow leaves were **** and sultry, with **** and white eyes wafting with a strong personal will. The face without Fendai is vermilion and lustrous, and her cherry lips are like two petals.

There is such a beautiful woman in the world.

I was stunned secretly, I just thought I was in Wonderland just by looking at her.

The people in the audience were also talking about it at this moment.

"That woman is so beautiful."

"Huh, no matter how beautiful it is, it's just a vase."

"Cut, you look so fascinated..."

Their discussions are both vulgar and truthful.

The girl named Mo stood quietly, like a blooming flower, with a majestic and inviolable appearance.

Wangran stands quietly, graceful and graceful, as elegant as a fairy.

It's like a fairy.

I swallowed.

What is the origin of this woman? I don’t know if there are many martial arts schools...what is Baihua Palace?

"Game start."

When I was confused, the referee had already announced the start of the game.

Swish! ! !

A dagger has slashed at me.

"Wow! Ah!"

I was so scared that I backed away.

Although this gossip array is large, it is a bit unreasonable to let 10 people fight in a melee. It is almost inevitable. Moreover, the sword has no eyes, and no one is responsible for any injury or death.

"Yeah!"

"What are you doing, don't kill me."

"Then you will step down! I want the hero post."

"Wow!"

I was chased by a big bearded man, so I could only sprint away crying and let myself be ashamed.

Anyway, I don't want to be the first one, it would be even more embarrassing.

Not only was I chased and killed by the nearest person, but the people next to me also fought in chaos.

Although I like chivalrous tenderness, but I really entered the battlefield of melee, I finally know my insignificance, the terrible world.

The sword has no eyes, and death is in an instant.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, blood spattered nearby.