C209 A serious "fool"

Zhao Mingzhe was startled for a moment, and then immediately understood that since Zhao Shenglong was going to fight, then it meant that he was a disciple between the Bone Forging stage and had already been eliminated to a total of ten people. As a disciple selected by Xie Tianji, Zhao Shenglong should also fight in the ranking competition.

Of course, the condition was that Zhao Shenglong had to win at least one match, in order to not be squeezed out of the top ten!

Letting out a breath, Zhao Mingzhe patted Zhao Shenglong's shoulders and said with a smile:

"What do you mean by what you often say?"

"With both Zhao Dagang coming out, there will be no setbacks! I don't have anything to be nervous about anymore, it's just that I have to use all of my strength, and not leave any regrets! "

Zhao Mingzhe nodded his head, his face still smiling.

"Go. I'll wait for you to protect the glory of the Earth Spirit Board. After that, we'll go drink to our heart's content!"

After he laughed, Zhao Shenglong turned and walked towards the stage. From the crowd of spectators, all sorts of discussions could be heard:

"Yi, isn't this the stupid Zhao Shenglong? I have always felt that he must have entered the Earth Spirit Board through the back door. "

"That may not be so. Who would be the one to take the backdoor? Who would be the one to change Xie Tianji's mind?" Don't forget, amongst the cultivation realm disciples, the ten that Xie Tianji selected are all in the top ten in the Large Competition.

"What the f * ck, laozi doesn't think highly of this silly Zhao Shenglong …"

Zhao Mingzhe creased his eyebrows, and did not pay attention to the disturbing discussions. He only thought to himself that this ranking tournament, was even crueler than the showdown between two people.

In the early stages of the competition, as long as you win, you can move on to the next round and the loser will be eliminated.

Within the ranking battles, the contestants would also fight in pairs against each other. The victors would compete for the next ranking, but the losers would also have to fight in pairs. Only through continuous battles would their rankings be determined.

Because there were only a few participants in the ranking tournament, no matter how many matches they wanted to participate in, there wasn't much time for them to rest.

Of course, because of the eleven contestants participating in the ranking tournament, one of the contestants was destined to be left empty-handed. But even so, this contestant couldn't directly enter the victor's group, and still needed to draw lots to fight with the losers' group before he would have the chance to enter the next round.

However, for the people who took turns empty-handed, more or less, they still had the benefits of waiting and doing nothing.

Only, this luck that came from nowhere did not fall on Zhao Shenglong's shoulders. On the contrary, it could be said that Zhao Shenglong's luck was extremely poor.

From Zhao Mingzhe's observation, the person Zhao Shenglong had chosen to fight with should be the only peak Bone Forging disciple among the eleven participants.

Although Zhao Shenglong had vaguely reached the seventh stage of Bone Forging after a month of tough training and with the help of the yellow crystal, he had no chance of winning against the person who had drawn it!

While Zhao Mingzhe was thinking about this in his heart, an opponent that had already been decided was standing right in the middle of the five stage s.

On the other hand, the young man opposite of Zhao Shenglong took the lead to speak:

"Zhao Shenglong, you've chosen me as your opponent from the very beginning, consider it your misfortune. You should know that you are no match for me. Seeing that we were both originally disciples of the Xuanyuan Zong, you can just admit defeat. That way, you can prepare for the competition of the Losers Group! "

Most of the spectators below were attracted by Zhao Shenglong's match, and many of them started to discuss amongst themselves. If they were to encounter a situation where they knew very well that they were no match for him, it would be better to admit defeat.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned slightly, and thought to himself, I wonder, what choice will Zhao Shenglong make right now!?

Shaking his neck, Zhao Shenglong said fearlessly:

"Yue Changhe, you are indeed very strong, but this young master is truly unconvinced." No, I have never had the chance to admit defeat to someone I cannot accept. I will swear to your death! "

Once Zhao Shenglong's voice fell, a discussion once again rose within the surrounding crowd of spectators:

"Sure enough, you will never understand the world of idiots. This is just a ranking war. Even if he knows he is no match for me, I will still fight him to the death. I am truly too stupid to be able to!"

"Zhao Shenglong is so foolish to the point of being cute, did you only know this today …"

At this time, Zhao Shenglong who was on top of the stage did not care about the discussions below and shouted out loud, his long blade had already left its sheath.

"Sweep the enemy!"

The long blade in Zhao Shenglong's hand released a berserk aura, and fiercely slashed at Yue Changhe.

It had to be said, from the power contained within Zhao Shenglong's attack, it was clear that he did not have any intention of preserving his strength.

Yue Changhe's eyes turned cold, and he swung his pole made of darksteel, aiming straight at Zhao Shenglong's blade.

The next moment, both the blade and staff clashed, and a loud sound rang out. Yue Changhe's body did not move an inch, but Zhao Shenglong had to take two steps back to stabilize his body.

In a competition of strength, Zhao Shenglong was clearly at a disadvantage, but he still continued to attack with all his might.

Zhao Mingzhe had been in contact with Zhao Shenglong for a long time, so he knew that Zhao Shenglong had been practicing the Spring and Autumn Sword Art.

The entire Spring and Autumn Saber Technique was a series of rings, it was all a strategy to attack. Even in the face of strong enemies, Zhao Shenglong was not afraid at all, using the wild and unrestrained Spring and Autumn Saber Technique to its utmost.

However, there was indeed a gap between Zhao Shenglong and Yue Changhe. After Yue Changhe blocked Zhao Shenglong's raging attacks, his entire staff technique unleashed a sharp counterattack.

Zhao Shenglong was completely at a disadvantage, but he still endured bitterly, with no intention of admitting defeat.

At this time, the battle with the other people had already finished, and after Zhao Shenglong's shoulders and chest had each been hit by a rod, even though there were already traces of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, he was still shouting angrily and attacking with his long blade.

Finally, just as Zhao Shenglong was about to stagger, Yue Changhe found an opening and shouted,

"Open up the mountain with a rod!"

The surging rod directly broke through Zhao Shenglong's blade, and once again struck his chest!

Raising his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood towards the sky, Zhao Shenglong's body swayed a few times. However, his left hand held onto the long rod tightly, while the blade in his right hand chopped towards Yue Changhe.

Subconsciously, Yue Changhe never thought that Zhao Shenglong would go so far as to put his life on the line. Although he quickly dodged, his shoulder was still wounded by Zhao Shenglong's long blade.

Yue Changhe's eyes turned cold, the long staff in his hand became even stronger, and after surging with power, Zhao Shenglong's body was finally sent flying towards the stage.

While the crowd was subconsciously sighing, Zhao Mingzhe's body had already reached the bottom of the stage. Seeing the traces of blood continuously flowing from the corner of Zhao Shenglong's mouth, his complexion was also very pale, and his injuries were obviously not light.

"Forget it, let's not compete in the next match …"

Zhao Mingzhe had not finished speaking when Zhao Shenglong interrupted him.

"I've lost this match, but I still have to go up for the next one!"

"Taking the risk that your injuries might affect your cultivation in the future, is it really worth it to participate in the next battle of the Losers Group?"

Hearing Zhao Mingzhe's words, Zhao Shenglong froze for a moment, and then laughed out loud. His snow-white teeth were stained with blood, looking at him, it was a little shocking.

"I don't know whether it's worth it or not. I feel like it, even if I can't keep my honor of entering the Earth Spirit Board, I still have to compete in my next match. "If I can fight on the stage for the next match, then I will still be able to compete with you!"

Zhao Mingzhe never thought that Zhao Shenglong would be able to say such a few words. Thinking that Zhao Shenglong wanted to persevere, and that he felt that it would be worth it too, he decided that he wouldn't need any more persuasion.

Lightly patting Zhao Shenglong's shoulder, Zhao Mingzhe slowly said.

"Bro, then continue, let's fight …"