[This book now has more than 20,000 words, and I have collected 25 of them. I really don¡¯t know what the result is. Dark Martial Arts is a newcomer. I hope book friends will collect and recommend it. I hope that I can collect 30 tonight] The young man said: " You are so good-looking, I can¡¯t beat you, so you should just admit defeat.¡± His voice was sincere, but he revealed strong confidence. Zhou Chen secretly thought, this guy's tone of voice is actually as good as Liang Tong's, but this young man seems to have some strength as a source of confidence, while Liang Tong is simply narcissistic to the point of no end. Lu Xiaoqian said: "Can't you just give it to others?" The young man's face showed a hint of suspicious blush, but he still said: "You can give it elsewhere, but not here." Lu Xiaoqian's face straightened: "In that case, there is nothing to say. Come on, look at the whip" Before he finished speaking, a whip shadow hit the young man head-on. Lu Xiaoqian¡¯s long whip has been wrapped around her waist and is not exposed. At this time, she suddenly bursts into an attack. It is easy for people to fail to react and fall into a disadvantage. The young man concentrated all his energy, and his aura rose again, becoming fierce and fierce. He roared, and raised the iron rod upwards to meet the whip shadow. The two hit each other, one soft and the other hard. It should be that the long whip was weak and had no strength, but at this moment, there was a muffled sound, which shocked people's ears. "Master of internal skills." Zhou Chen's eyes lit up. The young man indeed had two skills. Most of the internal skills and mental methods in the world are secrets of various sects. It is very difficult to break through the many obstacles to learning, so Most of the warriors at the bottom of the martial arts world only rely on moves to win, and generally there are very few warriors who have learned internal skills. Lu Xiaoqian felt an inner energy flowing into her body along the long whip. She was shocked all over, her wrists were sore and numb, and she looked shocked. She quickly withdrew the long whip and stopped confronting the young man head-on. The shadow of the whip is heavy, covering the young man. Lu Xiaoqian's body moves with the whip, flying through flowers and butterflies, like a flying fairy from the sky, with an extremely graceful figure. The two of them were going back and forth, fighting together. Song Yun was dazzled by what he saw, and said excitedly: "Sister Lu is so powerful, she beats her opponent down, she should win soon." Win? Zhou Chen has always had a bad taste in undermining other people's enthusiasm. "Miss Lu seems to have the upper hand now, but like a raging fire cooking oil and flowers blossoming, the group is prosperous, but it can't last long, but the young man is working steadily and has long-lasting internal energy. Once he exerts his strength, Miss Lu will be defeated. "In just a blink of an eye." Song Yun frowned and said, "Brother Zhou, why are you so unpleasant to listen to?" "It doesn't matter whether you are pleasant to listen to or not. The key is that you knew from the beginning that the young man was a master of internal martial arts. Miss Lu, this is a competition. There is probably no chance. " "After all, characters who have learned internal skills are like bugs compared to ordinary warriors. It is too cheating. Song Yun was a master of internal strength. It was obvious that she hadn't realized it yet. Sure enough, as Zhou Chen said, the next moment, the situation in the arena suddenly changed. After a fierce attack, Lu Xiaoqian was unable to catch up. The young man turned from defense to offense and forced Lu Xiaoqian into a corner in a few strokes. Then, a strong wind hit her face, stinging her skin and causing pain. Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, Lu Xiaoqian had no choice but to jump off the ring unwillingly. Those who leave the arena are naturally losers. "Girl, I accept it." The young man's face did not turn red and his heart did not beat, as if he had just done a trivial thing. Lu Xiaoqian was panting, her face covered with sweat, she looked very tired, she reluctantly raised her hands, and then retreated into the crowd. The little girl Song Yun was kind-hearted and hurriedly rushed forward, supported Lu Xiaoqian, and said anxiously: "Sister Lu, are you okay?" Lu Xiaoqian shook her head and forced a smile: "It's okay, I just lost some strength." Zhu Yuandao: "It doesn't matter, you can recover after a short rest. Miss Lu is also unlucky this time. Who would have thought that she would meet such a person in the first game." A few people protected Lu Xiaoqian and came to a place with few people to rest temporarily. , the atmosphere was a little dull for a while. Seeing this, Zhou Chen explained: "Why do you need to be like this? People who have learned internal skills are not as valuable as vegetables on the roadside, and they can still be encountered all the time." Song Yun said seriously: "The season is not good now. , Even the price of vegetables has increased, how can you say it¡¯s not valuable?¡± Hearing this, several people shook their heads and couldn¡¯t laugh or cry. After the next few competitions, it was almost noon, and someone from the Sihai Gang came to tell them that the competition was suspended and would continue in the afternoon. A few people came out, had something to eat outside the school grounds, and then returned to the ring. Time passed slowly, and the competition on the ring, which was tepid at the beginning, gradually became more intense, and the injured gradually became more and more fierce.It increased until a strong man was cut in half and died. Under the strong stimulation of blood, the atmosphere in the entire school suddenly became heated. Zhu Yuan was drawn and entered the ring with a solemn expression. Zhou Chen didn't look at it this time. According to Mr. Zhu's temperament, he must put himself first and not take any risks. If he can win, he will definitely solve it neatly. , if you realize there is a risk, you will probably give in immediately. Sure enough, after a while, Zhu Yuan came back with a happy face. Seeing this, Zhou Chen knew that he must have won, and it was very easy. Song Yun was chattering happily from the side: "Mr. Zhu, you are really powerful. He knocked the barbarian opposite him to the ground in two or three blows." Very satisfied, this made the originally peaceful good man actually have a bit of fierce momentum. Zhou Chen came over to congratulate, and Zhu Yuan waved his hand and said: "It's just a small victory, there are still nine games left, it's too early to congratulate now." Even so, the whole person's energy and energy were lifted by a victory. Changed and seemed much more confident. At this moment, a new round of drawing continued, and someone on the stage loudly said: " Number D: three hundred and twenty-six versus four hundred and seventeen, Number E: three hundred and twenty-eight pairs Seventy-four" Zhou Chen and others were startled when they heard this. This time, Shi Fang and Zhou Chen were going to take the stage at the same time. ??Shi Fang came here mainly to protect Song Yun from any danger in the ring. He had no intention of going on stage. At this time, he simply abstained without any hesitation. Zhou Chen took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, got up and walked towards Arena E. Song Yun said from behind: "Brother Zhou, you have to work hard." Zhou Chen waved his hand back to indicate that he understood. Song Yun likes to join in the fun, so he once again dragged Shi Fang and Zhu Yuan to watch the battle for Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen came to the ring and saw a man in Tsing Yi approaching, holding a life and death certificate waiting for him to sign. "On the ring, although the points are all over the place, the swords and guns have no eyes, so it is inevitable to be damaged. Today, we have made a life-and-death gesture. Life and death are determined by their destiny. There will be no investigation afterwards." Zhou Chen nodded to show that he understood, and then touched the cinnabar next to him. , pressed his fingerprint on the paper. The man in Tsing Yi glanced at it and then put it in his arms. Zhou Chen walked onto the ring, stood upright, looked at the sky on the horizon and the goshawks in the distance, feeling a surge of pride in his chest for no apparent reason. Today may be the beginning for me, Zhou Chen, to become famous in the martial arts world.