The First Strong Control In History

The third group is really the group of death!

yes!

Wang Tao, Tian Ming, and Bian Pengfei, these are all people who can be ranked in the top ten!

Lying on the grass!

Quan Gangwei and Yuan Bei?

This is a good show!

Among the crowd, the third group was the most discussed. As they said, this is really a veritable group of death!

Among the top ten contestants in everyone's hearts, five of them are in the third group!

And for each group of contestants to qualify, there are only two champions!

So, is this trying to tell us that luck is also part of strength?

If this is anything else, I can still think about it, now I look at it this way.

Absolutely no shady!

Not to mention how pale the faces of the people assigned to the third group were, even the top ten contestants were frowning tightly at this moment. As for the rest of the group, how lucky they are.

A sharp-eyed local person discovered the combination of Quan Gangwei VS Yuan Bei, and the whole atmosphere of the scene changed.

Everyone looked at Yuan Bei with strange expressions.

Strongest VS Weakest?

Did Yuan Bei offend anyone? This kind of grouping directly does not want to make him feel better!

Quan Gangwei's face was indifferent, but there was a bright light in his eyes.

Just what he wanted!

Why is everyone targeting Yuan Bei so much? Is it because he is weak?

Actually not.

It was because of the nightmare that appeared in their dreams for several days in a row.

Do people fear when they face the unknown, but when the unknown becomes known, the fear will disappear, and even in order to admit their fear, people want to destroy the unknown.

This thing is actually quite interesting.

Although Quan Gangwei only dreamed of Yuan Bei for two consecutive days, even Yuan Bei didn't do anything too outrageous in the dream, but it seemed that he had some strange ability.

His impression was becoming clearer and clearer in his eyes.

It was a figure standing quietly, unmoved by the phantom of the king.

And he.

But under that pressure, he lay prone on the ground, powerless, and even without the heart to resist.

He never told anyone about this matter, but it left a deep impression in his heart. Even after the nightmare passed, he would still think of this scene occasionally.

At that time, he only thought that Yuan Bei was very strong, beyond his imagination.

But when he learned that Yuan Bei was not the master class he imagined, but only a small second class, he felt a sense of humiliation in his heart.

Why can't I do something that can be done at the second level?

Why can he stand in front, but I can only lie down on the back, looking up at his back?

People are so strange sometimes, their illusory emotions can be completely changed in just two minutes, even in completely different directions.

As for Quan Gangwei's sword heart, it's still like this, let alone other people.

Rather than saying that they were targeting Yuan Bei, it would be better to say that they were targeting that cowardly self, the one who was still terrified in the dream.

It was as if by defeating Yuan Bei, one could bid farewell to that powerless self.

The so-called inner demon is nothing more than that.

People like Yuan Bei probably won't experience this feeling in this lifetime.

This is actually very understandable.

It's just that Yuan Bei doesn't want to do reading comprehension right now.

He really wanted to scold his mother.

Isn't this messing with me?

Yuan Bei is not a caveman, he will know all the information he needs to know, just like Quan Gangwei who can almost be regarded as the top of the list, of course he also pays attention to it.

Last time, in order to test his strength, Yuan Bei specially entered his dreamland and fought instead.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being the most powerful contender for the top spot.

Terrifyingly powerful.

From the beginning to the end, he only made two swords, one sword leveled the sea of ​​trees, and the other pierced his throat. Hit him directly out of his dreamland.

Moreover, Yuan Bei could also see that this person didn't use all his strength at all, it seemed that he just threw two swords casually.

But with such two swords, Yuan Bei was powerless to parry.

Damn!

Yuan Bei secretly scolded the wicked Wang, the old man. Obviously, this bad old man is planning to let him out of the game early, so as not to waste time.

Are you scolding me?

But at this moment, the sudden voice in his heart almost made Yuan Bei jump up, and looked around quickly.

keep the change.

You can't find me.

Maliciousness is strong again? Boy, are you scolding me again?

Yuan Bei was shocked.

And this kind of ability, even if I scold you, you can feel it?

Looking around again, Yuan Bei hastily withdrew his thoughts, for fear that his swearing would be discovered again.

On the other side, the wicked king withdrew his thoughts with black lines all over his head.

He hadn't encountered such a thing as being scolded for a long time, and unexpectedly, he was not very angry.

Of course, he didn't do such trivial things as grouping, but he was the one who said that Yuan Bei was assigned to Quan Gangwei.

He naturally recognizes Yuan Bei's potential, but potential is potential, and strength is strength. He doesn't think Yuan Bei can achieve something in this competition system this time.

That being the case, it's better to give him the strongest one directly, preferably the one that can seriously injure him in one shot and won't be able to participate in the follow-up competitions.

To avoid letting other people fight one by one, if there is any psychological shadow, it is really not worth the candle.

but…

It seems that this kid is not very grateful!

Say what you say, and what you scold.

The game is still going on.

There are two arenas in each group, and each arena represents a master. Others take turns to challenge, the winner succeeds the master, and the loser leaves.

At the end of the rotation, the champion standing on the stage wins.

This is equivalent to competing for the top eight, and these eight people will compete again, and finally compete for the top spot.

The first competition system is considered to be over.

The match between Yuan Bei and Quan Gangwei was the first match of the third group.

It is also the most eye-catching one.

So when the two entered the arena, there were already quite a few people gathered outside the arena.

How long do you think Yuan Bei can last?

Ten seconds? No more.

I estimate that Quan Gangwei can defeat him with only one sword. The gap in strength is too great.

I really envy Brother Quan, why can't I meet Yuan Bei? This is a free gift!

Not surprisingly, the scene was one-sided.

Almost no one believed that Yuan Bei could win.

In fact, Yuan Bei also thought so...

But what surprised him was that the referee on the stage was an old acquaintance, and it was the first person in Dihua in the training camp - Baige.

Yuan Bei felt a headache when he saw him now.

Master Yuan.

Sure enough, Bai Ge came over with a smile on his face, and lowered his voice a bit: Let's be more gentle in a while. If nothing happens to Quan Gangwei, he will definitely be your teammate in the future.

Yuan Bei: ...

Coach Bai, you misunderstood...

Bai Ge seemed to know what Yuan Bei was going to say, and waved her hands again and again: I understand, I understand, second-level support!

You know what a fart!

Yuan Bei was helpless.

After this competition is over, I think you really understand!

Bai Ge looked at Yuan Bei's expression, and a look of amazement and admiration suddenly appeared on his face:

Could it be... Are you going to lose?

For the greater good, is it... asking you to lose?

While speaking, Baige mysteriously pointed to above with one finger.

Yuan Bei: ...

With such an IQ, how did this person reach the level of a master?

Is it protected? Haven't been cheated to death yet?

Now almost everyone has left Dihua, but this big brother has always maintained the attitude of everyone being drunk and me alone. These days, instead of being indifferent to him, he has become more enthusiastic.

Watching the white pigeon muttering such phrases as forbearance, for a greater goal, sacrifice and nobleness.

Yuan Bei really couldn't bear it.