The host of fast travel, she always rolls over

Chapter 271 Interstellar Sports Anchor System (24)

The man smiled awkwardly, and stood there waiting for the countdown.

As soon as the countdown ended, the eighth-level man launched an attack on Jun Anzhi.

Jun Anzhi's eyes brightened slightly. This guy thought well, knowing that offense is the best defense.

The idea is good, but his opponent is Jun Anzhi.

Yang Zefeng also used a sword, and his speed was very fast.

But in Jun Anzhi's eyes, his moves are like slow motion, and it's easy to see the flaws.

Jun Anzhi jumped vertically and horizontally, avoiding the man's first wave of attacks in a few times.

"It's Han Qingshan who ranks No. 30 and second on the eighth-rank list!"

During the back-and-forth fight between the two, the netizen took off the vest of the person who was fighting Jun Anzhi with great powers.

"Oh my god! Who did Little Moon offend? Didn't he mean the black fans in the live broadcast room? Are the black fans so strong?"

"Some people have a dark heart, and they can't help but be kind to others!"

"Interesting! I feel like Han Qingshan is going to be hanged by Little Moon!"

"Who says it's not the case? My little sister is invincible in the universe!"

……

"Hey!"

Jun Anzhi drew his sword, which is the Tai Chi sword well known to netizens.

The sharp sword light was like a net, tightly trapping Han Qingshan's entire body.

"puff!"

The familiar sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh was in the same posture again. Just like the previous scene, Jun Anzhi was behind Han Qingshan, and the bronze sword pierced him from behind.

The spectators who didn't know the audience watching the match were still watching the fans in the live broadcast room of Little Moon. Watching this scene, some people even forgot to breathe.

"Oh my God, my heart is beating so fast. I think I have a heart attack!"

"How can this young lady be so handsome? From now on, I will be her die-hard fan. I will learn whatever his martial arts videos teach me. I look forward to the day when I can be as handsome as this young lady!"

"same……"

"+1..."

Withdrawing his sword indifferently, Han Qingshan was out.

"Eighth level, is this the kind of master you are?"

I have to say that his words were a bit insulting.

In her eyes, an eighth-level master might be a hot chicken, not worth mentioning.

In this world, the eighth-level masters can already be regarded as a group of people standing on the pyramid.

Such a person was unexpectedly killed by one of Junan's moves, and was finally buried by him with words, which makes people...

How to live?
In a coffee shop that no one in StarNet knows about.

A few men with ugly faces watched Little Moon's live broadcast room.

The girl in the picture is standing on the ring, her eyes are cold, and those eyes are deep, as if she wants to see through everything.

"Who is going to the next stop?" A man in white asked the five people sitting next to him with a blue face.

"It's impossible for me to fight at the eighth level. If I go, I'll be killed!" The man in green shook his head and made it clear that he would not fight.

No matter which galaxy the eighth-level master is placed in, he is a figure with a head and a face.

If he went up and was killed by a girl much younger than him in one move, what would happen if he walked in this interstellar again?

"I'm at level nine, and I don't think I can win." A middle-aged man in black whispered.

Use one trick to deal with eighth-level masters.

He is the ninth level, so he is very strong, you are just strong, you may take a few more tricks in the hands of that girl, but you will die.

If you can't kill with one move, what about two or three moves?
Will always be eliminated.

"That……"

The man looked at the old man sitting in the corner, silent, with an embarrassed expression.

"Why don't we stop challenging her?" Someone said hesitantly.

"Then who is going to apologize? You?" Someone sneered.

"I think Little Moon may not know our identities, and we didn't go to his live broadcast room to cause trouble. We were just invited to challenge in the ring..."

Some people started to retreat.

Originally, the ninth-level physique master led the team. In an ordinary arena, they only need to send a seventh-level master to settle people.

They had analyzed Little Moon's strength. Apart from those exquisite Jedi moves, she couldn't be that strong.

So the first is that they didn't even think about it, and sent a seventh-level master.

It turned out that reality gave them a heavy slap in the face.

As soon as the seventh-level master entered the ring, he was instantly killed by Little Moon's sword.

This operation directly stunned the group of people.

Then they once again underestimated Little Moon's strength.

An eighth-level master was sent.

This master is only better than the previous seventh-level master in the arena, and he only lives a little longer...

Little Moon brazenly used the same moves to kill seventh-level Yang Zefeng, killing him instantly with one sword.

At this time, this group of talents really looked directly at Little Moon's strength.

"What kind of monster is this? This man is so strong that he can even kill an eighth-level master with one sword."

Some people watched the replay of the live broadcast just now, wiped the non-existent cold sweat on their heads and muttered.

"I'll go." The old man in the corner stood up, with a gloomy old face that dripped water.

"This... Mr. Lu, are you sure?" the man in Tsing Yi asked quickly.

Instantly he thought of the old man's body in front of him, the ancestor of a certain big family...a tenth-level physical arts master.

The question he just asked was a disguised question. Aren't even tenth-level masters a match for Little Moon?
The man in Tsing Yi turned pale.

"It's okay, I'm old and I've been studying martial arts all my life. This is my tenth-level strength. If you can't beat a little girl, it's not difficult to admit that your skills are inferior to others..."

The old man said lightly.

I have to say that this ancestor lived to a certain age and was promoted to a tenth-level master. His mind is quite admirable.

"My lord said..."

Several men present expressed their compliments one after another.

3 minutes.

After Jun Anzhi killed Han Qingshan, he stood on the stage for 3 minutes, but no one dared to challenge him.

"Is there no one there?" Jun Anzhi glanced at the audience.

"If no one challenges..."

"I am coming."

Jun Anzhi was about to close the arena when suddenly a white light flashed and someone teleported in.

"An old man?" Jun Anzhi was startled.

wrong!

Jun Anzhi felt the breath of the old man carefully.

"Tenth level?" Jun Anzhi stared at the old man and asked.

"I'm Song Zhongkang, a tenth-level physical skill. I just saw the girl's moves are very delicate outside the court. The old man was eager for skills, so I couldn't help but come in and want to learn from you."

Song Zhongkang's expression is open and aboveboard.

The Song family is a famous and aristocratic family in the G galaxy. It is well known that this family has a tenth-level master.

Some people have heard of it, but many more people are not even qualified to understand this secret.

Now, in a ring, I actually met a tenth-level master, a god-like figure.

There are rumors that the world's master of physical arts can blow up an S-class mecha with his bare hands.

Can fight the most powerful star beast in the interstellar with bare hands.

The appearance of Song Zhongkang made the Star Network world agitate.

"Alive... a tenth-level master."

"Silly! A tenth-level master has become a god, so he should be called your lord!"

"Oh my God! Who is Little Moon? He has actually brought out all the great gods in the world!"

"A tragedy caused by black fans, has it reached its climax yet?"

"Are you going to fight?"

(End of this chapter)