Kuaiwen: Showdown, I am the vicious male supporting character

Unfortunately, when the plane returned, there were only nine passengers left on the passenger seats. Old Man Cai reluctantly told the matter to the players who did not choose to leave.

Players gathered around the nine of them and asked why they survived.

The nine people sighed, saying that because they knelt down in time and vowed to come back and play the game seriously, the female ghosts let them go.

The players didn't quite believe what the nine people said, but there was no other way.After all, the players all know that if they are the ones to kill, their strength will not be too weak.

There is no need to offend an opponent who is not too weak for a stranger. Such a thing that outweighs the gain and loss is not what the protagonist would do.

Three days passed very quickly, and nothing unexpected happened in the hotel during this period.

Soon, the martial arts meet begins again, and this time, no one knows how to paddle.With the blood curse in place, they are still not sure whether the loser will die.

Ling Xiao was sitting on the viewing platform, looking at the missionaries mingling among other contestants, secretly scolding them for being shameless but not stopping them.

He turned around and left here, continuing to look for those non-combat sons of destiny, trying his best to kill every one he saw.

Two months later, Ling Xiao received a call from Old Man Cai. There were only 100 people left in the martial arts venue, and Tiandao had taken action to send away the nine people from the outside world.

Now, if those contestants weren't so jealous, this martial arts tournament might not be able to continue.

In order to stop them, violent storms had been falling on the isolated island for many days, but they did not retreat even a step in the heavy rain, clearly rejecting Old Man Cai's proposal to suspend the game.

These 100 people are now the strongest sons of luck in the world, and their common desire to play the game makes it impossible for God to stop them.

You know, the slogan of many of them, the Sons of Destiny, is, I have no control over my destiny!

Ling Xiao did not approach the island at this time. Hundreds of people died and Tiandao was distracted to check, so they had the opportunity to cause trouble in the hotel.

But now, all the mental power of Tiandao is on these people in Gudao. Ling Xiao doesn't dare to go there. If he is discovered, he will probably be like those nine people.

It was said that they were sent back to their original world, but who knows whether they were sent back alive or corpses.

Gui Tuimo said that among the [-] beautiful young men in the God of Wealth family, there was only one left, and asked Ling Xiao if he could help this young man improve his strength a little more.

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

"In the world of Sin, there is a woman named Xia Ji. She created a technique specifically for the protagonist. I have learned a little bit, but not all of it.

Now, I will pass on all the techniques and moves to you, and you can teach them to that boy.

However, I want to remind you that this technique is very dangerous, and it contains powerful metaphysical power. If you are not destined to learn it secretly, the consequences will be serious. "

"Don't worry, I will never practice secretly, let alone pass on senior Xia Ji's skills to anyone."

"Okay, then I will pass these eight dozen to you, and you can teach him! Just leave the rest to fate! I only know the power of this metaphysical technique to deal with the protagonist, and I don't know the details."

After Ling Xiao finished speaking, he passed the Kung Fu formula and moves to Gui Tuima, and then hung up the phone.

Oni Tuima excitedly called for the beautiful boy and told him that God had sent the beautiful boy a technique that could break the protagonist's fate, and there was hope for his next battle.

The beautiful young man was very pleasantly surprised. After carefully studying the teachings of Gui Tui Mo, he raised his head, blinked and humbly asked for advice.

"Boss, does this technique have a name?"

"Well... God said that this was created by a senior named Xia Ji, and only eight dozen were passed down. Why not give it to Xia Ji eight dozen!"

After Gui Tuimo finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment. The beautiful boy repeated the name, but he was obedient and did not continue to ask.

While Ling Xiao continued to walk in the clouds, he was still thinking in his mind that Xia Ji Ba Da was the son of metaphysical power that could restrain all the fate of the protagonist.

Especially for two of these moves, not only did he suffer losses, but many people in the ancient world suffered losses.

"I bet you don't have bullets in your gun!"

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Each of these two moves can limit the opponent's strength and force the opponent to be evenly matched with oneself.The second one is even more cruel. As long as you turn around and answer this call, you will basically be plagued by bad luck, either dead or seriously injured.

Ling Xiao quickly shook his head and withdrew his thoughts from Senior Xia Ji's terrifying technique. This technique should not be practiced casually, as it would really harm Tianhe.

The martial arts tournament continued, and within two days, the beautiful young man forcibly encountered a very powerful contestant. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and finally gritted his teeth and uttered a word.

This sentence was so vague that the people under the ring could not hear it clearly.However, after saying this, the powerful player actually had a [-]-[-] draw with the boy.

Finally, when the young man collapsed from strength, the player also fainted.

Originally, this martial arts tournament did not require a referee, but finally there was a referee for the first time. Old Man Cai said with regret that these two people were injured too seriously, and promotion was in danger, so they were both sentenced to lose.

Other players naturally have no objections to being able to lose two competitors at the same time.

That night, the beautiful young man was sent back to Guitumo's courtyard for treatment, but the expert died tragically on the operating table because he lost his luck.

The doctor who got off the operating table looked innocent. He was just an intern. Who would have thought that someone could die during an orthopedic surgery?He is confused now too!

And with the death of the last beautiful boy from the God of Wealth family, the remaining 49 contestants are basically the last protagonists of this world.