Zhuo Yifan smiled, showing a touch of embarrassment, and said embarrassedly: "Hehe, I actually don't understand!"

However, he changed his words and said firmly: "But I am very optimistic about him!"

And the gray-shirted man who had made the young man on the stage cautious before gave him a blank look after hearing this, which made Zhuo Yifan's heart sink involuntarily, for some reason, he saw a lot of killing intentions in this person's eyes, or the kind of hidden killing machines. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuo Yifan nodded and smiled at him, so he quickly turned his head again, not daring to face him head-on, he felt that he couldn't bear that kind of murder when he looked at him more.

After that, the gray-shirted man also withdrew his gaze and continued to watch the competition in the ring.

I saw the man in black wearing a mask, using a meniscus knife, the blade of which was curved like a half moon, and the cold light was like a white dove rising into the air.

"Huh!"

The crescent moon broadsword swept out, the blade of the knife swept by, white as the moon disk, and the knife was like the wind.

Immediately after that, spears and scimitars were intertwined. The young man's spear pierced the chest of the man in black with the mask, the head of the spear was as fast as a chicken's head pecking rice, and the body of the spear was like a snake coming out of a hole, and the spirit was abnormal.

The black-clothed man with a mask on his head quickly rotated the blade, and the scimitar of the half-moon swept out a silver waterfall, hanging upside down on his chest, and the spear head poked into his chest half a foot away, making a clanging sound.

The young man was still spearing, he seemed to be competing with the masked man, and he wanted to see if the spear in his hand was sharp, or the shield made of the shadow of the other party's sword was strong.

And the man in black wearing a mask, in the face of his strong attack, has no choice but to swing his knife to block, otherwise he will be stabbed by his spear head, and he will either die or be injured.

"Ding-dong......"

There was a sound of metal clashing.

"Ho!"

Everyone in the ring couldn't help but gasp, such a strong attack, in exchange for being stabbed and fell, but the two on the stage still showed the courage of the artist.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be made by the wonderful competition between the two, and his heartbeat came and went, his eyes kept following the direction of the two of them, and his mouth kept shouting.

After a while, he glanced slightly to the side, and the gray-clothed man beside him saw his eyes staring, his face tense, and he didn't know whether he was worried about his friends who were competing in the ring, or worried about his next competition.

Zhuo Yifan didn't want to guess, so as not to delay such a wonderful fight scene, so he retracted his afterglow and continued to watch the competition in the ring.

There was a burst of momentum like a rainbow, and the continuous attack, neither of them was defeated, but from the offensive point of view, the young man with a spear had a slight advantage.

After a period of pear blossom prickly pricking, the young man felt that although he had some advantages in this offensive, he would not necessarily be able to win if he continued to stalemate. So he wanted to change his tactics, and then he put away his spear and shook his body back.

The sharp spear head instantly withdrew from the chest of the front stab, and the young man's wrist rotated, and the body of the spear turned like silk, flying up and down.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the masked man in black took advantage of the situation and attacked with a scimitar, and the scimitar of the half-moon flipped like a fish belly in water, and the white light and shadow slashed the shoulders, elbows, and hands of the young man.

The young man kept shaking his steps, constantly changing his posture according to the direction of the opponent's attack, so as to avoid his edge.

"Ah......h

Everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes, this young man who was still in the upper hand just now, now fell into such passivity, and some even shook their heads, as if they had seen that this young man was about to lose, and his face was full of a sense of success.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, sweating for this young man, as a person who wants to win the dart, he still hopes that the young man can win.

Nervous, Zhuo Yifan looked back at the gray-shirted man next to him, only to see his eyes staring at the stage, his tense face, but a smile slipped from the corner of his mouth. This made Zhuo Yifan wonder very much, his friends on the stage were at a disadvantage, his expression was incomprehensible, so what did this gray-shirted man mean.

"Hey!"

Just when Zhuo Yifan was secretly thinking to himself, suddenly there was a sigh from everyone around.

I saw the young man who retreated and dodged, the spear was retracted, turned around and jumped back, this was obviously a defeated appearance, not only the man in black with the mask thought so, but even everyone in the audience also had such thoughts.

The man in black saw that the time had come, and the attack of the scimitar attack became more and more vigorous, each time more urgent and fierce, and the strong and fierce sword wind rushed straight towards the young man.

Just when everyone secretly thought that the young man had no power to parry, the young man's retreating footsteps suddenly stopped, and his long arms waved, like a big peng spreading its wings, and the crystal cold light overflowed.

"The rain is back to the horse gun!" the young man shouted.

In an instant, the gun picked a line, the cold light counted, and the messy gun head drew a sharp white light and shadow.

Seeing this, the man in black couldn't help but stare at him, but before he could react, the shiny spear head had already come to his neck.

The black-clothed man's heart was shocked, and he secretly wondered if he was dying, but the head of the spear, which was less than a finger's length from his neck, suddenly stopped, and this false alarm suddenly made him feel cold.

Everyone in the audience also exclaimed, this was really unexpected, everyone couldn't help but sweat for the man in black, mistakenly thinking that this young man really picked him with a shot.

The man in black couldn't help but start twitching through the face of the mask, he stabilized his emotions slightly, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Tai, congratulations on winning the Huangya Dart!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately burst into laughter, followed by a burst of applause.

After receiving the Huang Li dart, the young man hugged his fists to everyone on the stage and off the stage, and then jumped out of the ring.

"Brother Chen, congratulations!" said the gray-clothed man.

"Thank you, Brother Wang, hurry up too!"

The gray-clad man nodded.

The young man glanced at Zhuo Yifan, and then walked out of the crowd, maybe he had obtained the Huangya Dart, and there was no point in staying here.

Seeing the young man depart, everyone turned their eyes to him, and their eyes were shining, including the man in gray clothes.

From the eyes of these people, Zhuo Yifan felt a little chill in his heart, especially the man in gray clothes.

He glanced at Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Yifan felt like a thorn in his back, and when he couldn't respond, a voice sounded on the stage, and the man shouted loudly: "Now someone has obtained the Huangya Dart, if someone still wants to get it, then you come up quickly!"

The gray-clad man withdrew his cold gaze, paused for a moment, then turned and walked away in the opposite direction of the ring.

This made Zhuo Yifan wonder very much, didn't he come to compete in martial arts, why did he just leave? But after a while, Zhuo Yifan realized that he was not the only one who left, but there were many other people. (To be continued.) )