Urban Super Dude

It is worth mentioning that gay-free clothing has undergone significant changes.

In the past three years, he had worn black leather clothes every day in order for Lan Miaoyi to return to the secular world.

But now, he has put on his cassock again, with a solemn appearance, like an enlightened monk, very sacred.

At this point, the second round of competition is over.

There are twelve tracks in total, and six tracks have now been tested.

The people who advanced were Wudang Wangye from the first track.

Ximen Longyin on the second track.

Wang Fugui from the fifth track,

Emei Zhao Zhiruo on the sixth track.

Taishan Stone Jiutian in the ninth track.

The Buddha in the tenth track has no foundation.

Next.

It’s the turn of the contestants on the third, seventh and eleventh tracks.

It didn't take long for the contestants from the three tracks to board their respective arenas.

"Damn it, what's going on on the third track? Why is there a four-year-old girl on it?"

"This little girl is so cute. She's so pretty. She must have walked into the ring by mistake. The adults in her family don't care."

"Huh? Isn't this the daughter of the leader of Jiufeng Mountain, Su Youyou?"

"What, Qian Shanxue's daughter... wait, Qian Shanxue said earlier that Su Yang is the father of her child. If so, this little girl is Su Yang's daughter!?"

"The daughter of the remnant of the Su family actually entered the ring. What do you mean? What does she want to do?"

…

That's right.

Su Youyou signed up to participate in the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Competition and was assigned to the third track. At this time, she had already entered the ring.

"Why hasn't dad come yet?"

At this moment, Su Youyou looked around, looking forward to Su Yang's appearance.

She wanted her father to see her in the ring and give him a surprise.

But when it was her turn to play the game, her father was not there, and Su Youyou's cute little face showed a hint of disappointment.

"Yuyou, come on. Uncle Fugui will record your screen. When you see your father, you can show it to him." Wang Fugui in the audience held up his mobile phone and cheered Su Youyou.

"Yeah."

Su Youyou was encouraged, clenched her fists and said firmly, "Uncle Fugui, I will work hard and I won't lose my father's face!"

The contestants on the stage and the audience below the stage burst out laughing when they saw Su Youyou's cute appearance, and did not take Su Youyou seriously at all.

at this time.

On the high seat.

"Qian Shanxue, take care of your daughter and get her out quickly. The arena is not a place for fun!" Charity Master Tai said coldly.

Qian Shanxue had frustrated her earlier, and she was worried about how to respond, so naturally she would not miss this opportunity.

"Master Tai."

Hearing this, Qian Shanxue smiled softly and said, "My daughter has signed up, why should she go down?"

"This girl is only four years old. What kind of game is she playing? Isn't she causing trouble?" the philanthropist said in a deep voice.

"Baizong Huiwu has an upper limit on the age of contestants, but no lower limit."

Qian Shanxue said: "What's wrong with the age of four? Is there a rule that four-year-old children cannot compete?"

"you!"

"You use strong words to make sense, but your fists and feet are blind in the ring. There will be times when you will regret it!"

The philanthropist said coldly, and then stopped asking about the matter.

Several other big shots at the scene didn't say much. After all, Su Youyou didn't break the rules.

Everyone just regarded this as a small episode, no one paid much attention to it, and the game started soon.

Among the contestants in the third track, Song Qingyang from Qingcheng Mountain is quite famous. His boxing skills are unfathomable and he has defeated countless young talents who claim to be talented.

Although his reputation is not as good as that of Wudang Wangye, Buddha Ziwuji, Ximen Longyin, Taishan Shi Jiutian and others, he should not be underestimated.

As soon as Song Qingyang came on the stage, several contestants surrounded him.

"Haha, rabble!"

Song Qingyang was not afraid at all. After sneering, he raised his fists and started to fight in all directions, punching to the flesh and beating several contestants to defeat.

As for Su Youyou, no one paid attention to her, and no one took action against her. She was just a transparent person.

After all, Su Youyou comes from Jiufeng Mountain, her mother is the alliance leader Qian Shanxue, and her great-grandfather is the top master of the older generation, Millennium Killer.

As for the Millennium Killing, he was a well-known protector and had a hot temper. Naturally, the contestants in the third track were not willing to provoke Su Youyou.

The most important thing is because Su Youyou is a four-year-old child. Even if he defeats Su Youyou, not only will it be disgraceful, but he will also get the reputation of bullying children.

Just like that, Su Youyou stood in the corner of the ring with an innocent face, watching the fierce battle of other contestants.

When she saw someone being beaten and vomiting blood, Su Youyou would turn pale with fright, scream, and become helpless.

This scene made the contestants and the audience burst into laughter.

…

In addition to the third track, the seventh and eleventh tracks are also in full swing.

Mr. Mo Dao in the seventh track was the first to bear the brunt. His whole body was enveloped in black poisonous gas, and no one dared to approach him.

In the middle arena, almost all the contestants' faces changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

The martial arts in the depths of the clouds and mist are so weird and vicious that these people are naturally afraid of them.

"Haha, I'll give you ten seconds to either surrender or..."

Seeing this, Mo Dao's posture became even more arrogant. He looked around coldly and said the unfinished words: "Death!"

The thirty or forty contestants on the ring all looked at each other, and after some struggle, they all chose to walk off the ring.

They only signed up and went to the ring to go through the motions. They had no sense of participation at all, which caused everyone to make crazy complaints.

"Haha, it's interesting. He surrendered before the fight even started. He walked onto the ring and only stood there for a few seconds."

"Damn it, isn't that Qi Wei from Mangshan? He wants to lose his face. I remember that Mangshan specially chartered a plane for him. He checked in several tons just to salute. He mobilized troops and mobilized a large number of people, but he resigned like this? Taiwan? Ten years of work, ten seconds on stage?"

"Tons of salutes, brother, that's an exaggeration."

"It's true. I saw it and he almost moved the bed over."

"It's normal. People come to Wudang for tourism. Who travels without luggage?"

…

The martial arts bosses of these contestants who surrendered were very angry. Some bosses even said that these contestants would have to pay for the round trip expenses out of their own pockets.

Although everyone's ridicule made them unable to hold their heads up and was extremely embarrassed, they didn't want to lose their lives.

Master Mo Dao's poisonous skills are too terrifying. Anyone who dares to attack them is seeking death, isn't he?

but.

There really was one person who didn't surrender.

This person is not very old, he looks to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, a young man.

At this time, Mo Dao saw that there was only one opponent in the ring, and he was still a young man, so he frowned and said: "I have seen the list, and I have an impression of you. Are you Linyuan, a small family from a small border town?"

Linyuan!

The only young man left on the stage is the old poisonous creature deep in the clouds and mist, Lin Yuan!

Speaking of which, Linyuan is Mo Dao's master, but he has returned to youth and has been away from the depths of the clouds for more than ten years, so Mo Dao naturally doesn't recognize him.

"I am Linyuan."

At this time, Linyuan stood there, meeting Mo Dao's gaze with a smile on his face.

"Haha, I miss you because you are young. I will give you one more chance. Surrender or die!" Mo Dao said coldly, not taking Lin Yuan seriously at all.

"Is it?"

Linyuan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, then took a step forward and said with a playful smile: "I want to see how you kill me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick black mist emerged around Linyuan, and its power was astonishingly powerful...