Fast time travel actor, he is too charming

It's a pity, the four arenas, the four masters are still the masters.

If it weren't for the fact that there were tall poles on each side of the main arena, and the long flags fell from the sky, with "This is not a arena of life and death" hanging on the left and "Heroes save lives" hanging on the right, the four people who were knocked off the stage would not be able to say anything. There will be two dead people.

For a moment, the shouts from the audience were quiet, and a needle could be heard, but in the next moment, there was a passionate cry that shook the sky.

"Beat him! Beat him! Beat him! Beat him! Beat the master! Beat the master! Beat the master! Beat the master!"

They applauded loudly this time, not to let the challenger or the challenger win, they just want to see the success of one side and the failure of the other side, only a real battle can ignite the flame in the heart of a good man!

The flame has already been ignited, and the challengers are advancing one after another, and the drumsticks under the hands of the two big men playing the drums are getting more and more urgent, like the beating of the battle drums, the boundless call of the ancient battlefield, and the inspiring roar of the general; The torrential rain beat people like leaves falling in the wind. Without the strength to break free, they were controlled by the sound of drums and crushed a heart.

Every sound, every hammer is compelling.

It forces you, forces you to choose only to move forward or back, to break free from the thoughts of weakness and greed, or to be stuck in what you want, and never make any progress in your life.

There will never be fewer people who dare to challenge. This time, the young master saw the arena of the Eagle Lady in the southwest corner. Someone tried it in front of him. The Eagle Lady did not carry poison with her this time. Just talking about the hook and whip methods, other people are also confident, rushing to the stage, and then lightly beat them down.

What caught the young master's attention was a little girl who didn't look more than eleven or twelve, probably also of a foreign race, with braids all over her head, small bells hanging on her small blouse and fluffy skirt, and her ankles were also tied. There was a string of bells, a whip around one wrist, piled up to the elbow, and thin silver bracelets jingling on the other.

The little girl jumped onto the stage, looking innocent and pitiful, she didn't look like someone who was fighting, but like someone who came to beg for snacks with a beautiful big sister.

But although this "big sister" is beautiful, she has a bad heart. Those who noticed it also lamented that the girl is pitiful and cute, and she wanted to splatter blood on the spot.

But the son felt that she was not simple.

She went up and was not in a hurry to attack. She shook the nearly ten-meter-long whip away in a playful manner, with a sweet smile, but her words were arrogant, "Have you thought about how to beg for mercy? Sister, sister."

Lady Ying used to use a short whip. She folded the tail of the whip a few times and held it in her hand. The whip was no more than shoulder height. She was different from the audience. She looked down on the little girl. On the back side, the whip in his right hand is facing the little girl, power is accumulated in his leg, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

"Begging for mercy? I think you are begging for death!" Her voice was hoarse.

"Angry? It's only fun when you're angry, sister." She said, but her subordinates were not polite. The long whip hit as if it shattered the sky, and the shadow of the whip was endless, covering the two of them inside.

She always looks careless, flicks her slender wrist, and has a hundred more long whips. She lazily teases the embarrassed Ying lady with the whip, and says from time to time, "Oh, my sister, you can't even get close to me." ? But what to do, your hook and whip are so far away that you can't use them, are you going to cry?"

"Your three-prong hook is really ugly. Let me remove it for you. Your whip is also worn out. Why do you keep it?"

Counting thousands and thousands of calculations, I didn't expect to fall into a passive position at the beginning. Lady Ying thought, not caring about her interference, looking for a way to break through the shackles in the shadow of the whip. Regardless of the whipping method of the little girl, the color of this whip is strange, it seems to be Stained with blood, it also has a hint of spirituality. Like its owner, it likes to tease its opponents, or if it has the same mind, it will slap people first.

Lady Ying has only become famous in the past few years. When she meets someone with real skill, she can barely dodge it, but it is difficult to fight back. So many similar scenes happened. Only then did he realize the strength of the little girl, and Lady Ying was miserable under her command, so who was she?

The people who knocked down the stage couldn't say anything about the little girl's strength. They mentioned her weird blood whip one by one, and their expressions were like the rest of their lives. They always felt that the whip was something that had really sucked blood.

After being reminded many times this time, the little girl's identity finally had a solid guess.

But hearing that the ancestor of the Western Regions had died a long time ago, a girl with a blood whip and a bad personality suddenly appeared, and they all speculated whether it was the descendant of the ancestor, the young ancestor of the Western Regions.

It seems easy to say, but the name of the ancestor of the Western Regions is tantamount to a thunderbolt. He or she is also at the top of Zhengdao's chasing list. To apprehend, to comfort the souls of the people in the three cities, but this ancestor founded the Demon Cult of the Western Regions, and he himself has disappeared. After more than a hundred years, everyone thought that the ancestor died and the Demon Cult had declined. At this time, another one appeared A little girl suspected of being a descendant of an old ancestor.

All the people present were as good as facing a big enemy, Jiang Sandao looked at the house-like fight in the southwest corner without moving his expression, and frowned.

Like, it's so similar, isn't it really a copy of the ancestors of the Western Regions?

If this martial competition is disturbed by her and the situation changes drastically, it is not a good thing.

The young master didn't think much of it, seeing that the little girl was getting more and more evil, he became worried, he only read sage books, he didn't know how to deal with evil things, and he wanted to find someone to beat her down, don't continue to hurt others, what is the need for this person go find it.

Jiang Sandao Jiang Qishan, if he wants to make a move, the little girl must show her name and be of the same generation as him, so that she can fight on stage, otherwise, bearing the reputation of bullying the younger generation, and cherishing the feathers for many years will be ruined in half.

As a literati, he couldn't help feeling anxious, hoping that a hero would appear immediately and take down the arena. Seeing the wailing crowd around the arena, the wounded were more serious than each other, making people afraid that she would ignore those two sentences in the next one or a few. words on the flag.

In fact, someone came up to fight her, and it was the man who appeared in the backyard of the inn that the young master had seen.

He was a little different from usual. He had changed into better clothes, but they were still covered with patches. There was a slight light in his eyes, which was not obvious, but it made him sharp and compelling, like a cold blade polished by a craftsman for several years.

He was a little shy, he didn't know what to be afraid of, and he was very young. Everyone in the audience "kindly" reminded him to come down quickly, don't do things beyond his control, and become the No. 1 death-killer.

The young master also looked at him, and he trembled all over, as if he had noticed his gaze, he nestled down in a very funny way, causing a burst of laughter.

Now the young master is uncertain, can he really defeat the little girl and become the champion in the southwest corner?

He himself is inferior.

He has low self-esteem, although his eyes are good, his physique looks good, not to mention martial arts, he doesn't even have a weapon in his hand.

Can bare hands really work miracles?