"Master!" Wu Que exclaimed with joy on his face when he saw Lord Netherworld and Yu Qiao walking in at the same time.

Pregnant Qiao walked forward quickly, grabbed Wu Que's hands, and said: "Wu Que, I'm very sorry that I asked you to participate in the first martial arts competition for me. Are you injured?"

Wuque shook his head, "Master, Wuque is fine, but this young master was injured trying to save Wuque and is still unconscious." Wuque said, pointing to the man in black lying on the stone couch.

"Qingxuan..."

As soon as Pregnant Qiao saw Qingxuan, the three-eyed cat, she thought of Hayate. Tears appeared in her eyes, and the tears rolled down the sides of her cheeks involuntarily.

Seeing Chunqiao crying, Lord Netherworld hurriedly put his arms around her shoulders and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't worry, Qingxuan's injuries are not serious, he just lost his strength and passed out. He will wake up soon.

"

Pregnant Qiao shook her head and said with tears: "Li, Hayate is dead... In order to save me, his soul was swallowed by the one-horned dragon in the statue of the goddess Fufeng!"

Lord Netherworld was stunned for a moment, and then he gently stroked Pregnant Qiao's head and said, "Don't be sad. I put Gaofeng next to you just to protect you, and he is doing his best to be loyal."

"I'm really scared. I'm scared that even you... Wuwuwuwu——" Pregnant Qiao choked up and lost her voice. She only spoke half of what she said before she couldn't continue. Her tears were like beads with broken strings, "pitter patter".

The ground fell down.

Lord Netherworld held Pregnancy Qiao in his arms, gently pressed his chin against the top of her head, and said softly: "Silly girl, you can't do that."

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The gongs in the stadium rang three times again, and the second round of double battle competition was about to begin. The drunkard King of Hell Xue Hai slowly walked onto the high platform, raised his arm, and pressed down, the martial arts arena

It suddenly became quiet inside.

"Everyone, the first round of multi-person melee competition in the martial arts tournament has ended. However, this melee resulted in heavy casualties. Only 109 of the 2,000 participants can successfully advance to the next round. Next.

The two-person duel will use the method of drawing lots to select opponents, and they will be paired up. The loser will be eliminated, and the winner will stay on the stage to continue to accept the challenge. Only those who win ten games in a row within an hour can enter the third round."

As soon as Xue Hai finished speaking, everyone in the audience began to discuss in low voices, "There were only a hundred or so of the two thousand participants left after the first round of competition. This martial arts competition is too cruel!"

"What kind of tournament is this? It's simply a bloody massacre! Even if the participants who fail the challenge are lucky enough to survive, they will be killed by the surrounding group of half-demon men who are eyeing them. They might as well fight with their lives in the ring.

Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope!"

"A glimmer of hope? Didn't you hear the rules of the second round of duel? You have to win ten games in an hour to enter the third round. It is simply more cruel than the first round of melee. How is this possible?

?”

"..."

"quiet!"

The drunkard King of Hell Xue Hai roared and suppressed the noise in the arena. At the same time, he waved his broad sleeves and one hundred and nine bamboo sticks whizzed out from his sleeves and headed towards a group of people in the martial arts arena.

One hundred and nine contestants flew over.

"These one hundred and nine bamboo sticks have words engraved on them. Two people who draw the same number will automatically become their opponents in this round of duel."

Prefecture Qiao stretched out two slender fingers and clamped the bamboo stick that was aimed at Wu Que. She lowered her head and glanced. There was only the word "empty" written on the bamboo stick. Prefecture Qiao frowned in confusion.

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Wuque was stunned when he saw Niu Qiao getting the bamboo stick, and hurriedly asked: "Master, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this bamboo stick?"

Pregnant Qiao stretched out the bamboo stick in her hand and gave Wuque and Netherworld God Lord a look. Both of them were also confused.

At this time, Xue Hai, who was standing on the ring, continued: "Since there are 109 participants in this round of competition, the person who draws the empty lottery does not need to participate in this round of competition and can directly advance to the next round!"

"What?"

Wuque's eyes widened, he grabbed Pregnancy Qiao's hand, and said happily: "Master, you don't need to participate in this round of competition, you can directly advance to the next round!"

Pregnant Qiao looked at the bamboo stick in her hand and couldn't believe it for a moment. Her injuries have not fully recovered, and it is not easy to win ten games in a row in the ring. "Wu Que, I have to thank you for this.

My luck is really good.”

Wu Que waved his hand hurriedly, "Wu Que doesn't dare to take credit. It's just the master's good luck that he drew an empty lot as soon as he came back."

Pregnant Qiao and others were immersed in joy. Except for Pregnant Qiao, the other 108 participants jumped onto the ring one after another. Among those people, Pregnant Qiao also saw a few familiar figures. Drunk King of Hell Xue

Hai walked off the high platform, and with the sound of gongs, the second round of the double battle officially began.

On the ring, the sword flashed and the sword shadow flew, forming a silver screen of light like sand and mist. The movements were so fast that people could not be seen clearly. Hundreds of participants fought together, you attacked and I defended.

The moves were dangerous and completely different from ordinary martial arts competitions. Everyone tried their best, hoping to defeat the enemy with one move so that this cruel fight could end as soon as possible.

Among the crowd, two women in red clothes caught Pregnancy Qiao's attention. One of them had snow-white skin and a charming face. She was holding a bluish-white rapier in her hand. It was Yun Qiao who had a history with Pregnancy Qiao.

The Lord of Jianxian City, Jiao Yue.

After not seeing each other for a while, Jiao Yue's cultivation improved rapidly and she had already reached the fifth-level immortal realm! What surprised Yu Qiao even more was that Jiao Yue's swordsmanship was not inferior even to Luo Ying, who was superb in swordsmanship.

The other woman was born with a pretty face, almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, and she was holding the Kunlun Mirror, the sacred weapon of the mermaid tribe. Who else could she be if she wasn't Fire Kite? Pregnant Qiao had seen Fire Kite before in the gambling house of Lava Demon City, but she seemed to have lost her memory.

She didn't recognize Pregnancy Qiao, and even gave herself a new name, "Caiyi"... Before Shui Wu died, she handed the Poseidon Fork to Pregnancy Qiao and asked her to return this sacred weapon to the shark.

clan, and asked her to take good care of Huo Yuan, Yu Qiao has always taken this matter to heart. No matter what, she will find a way to fulfill Shui Wu's wish.

In addition to the two women in red, Pregnant Qiao also saw Liu Jie, Liu Yan'er and the Protector of Killing Hearts. Although Liu Jie was only in the third-level immortal realm, the armor he wore was extremely protective and shimmered with silver light.

, can neutralize part of the opponent's attacks.

Liu Yan'er, who was dressed in green, was also a third-level immortal, but she was protected by a murderous protector, and those who tried to take advantage of her were defeated.

In addition, Suzaku Bai Ling of the Wanling Chamber of Commerce is also on the stage, holding an emerald green bamboo flute in his hand. He is good at spiritual attacks. He neither stands with Liu Jie nor Liu Yan.
Chapter completed!