Hua Luming has failed, and it is naturally Luo Qingyu's turn to fight the next battle.

Under Ding Linglong's leadership, Luo Qingyu came to the edge of the martial arts platform and was inspected by the referee's assistant.

"Please also say your name and accept our inspection. Of course, we are just simply testing your true rank to prevent the purple gold-level warriors with hidden strength from entering the martial arts platform." The referee assistant said respectfully to Ding Linglong.

"Ahem."

Ding Linglong was embarrassed and pointed at Luo Qingyu: "It's him who wants to participate in the competition, not me."

"Um?"

The referee assistant was shocked. To be honest, he didn't notice Luo Qingyu, thinking that Luo Qingyu was just a transparent assistant.

Although surprised, the referee assistant is still very professional: "Sorry, I misunderstood. Please stand on this instrument platform for testing."

Luo Qingyu stood silently on a round instrument tray.

A purple light slowly scans Luo Qingyu's whole body.

Beep...

The screen of the instrument shows: After the inspection is completed, the martial artist's strength is identified as a bronze peak warrior.

“…”

Luo Qingyu didn't expect that it would be the result. He smiled awkwardly and said nonsense: "There must be something wrong with your instrument. My strength has reached the silver level, and the ordinary gold level is not my opponent at all."

In fact, Luo Qingyu knew very well that he was at the silver level when he transformed. If he did not transform, he could only be bronze.

Unlike Luo Qingyu's calmness, Ding Linglong asked Luo Qingyu with a dark face: "Tell me honestly, what level are you? This instrument cannot make mistakes."

In fact, she really hopes that Luo Qingyu is at the bronze level. If Luo Qingyu is only at the bronze level, then Luo Qingyu can easily defeat the golden level warrior, which is enough to show that his talent is terrifying. In this way, the treatment Luo Qingyu will receive will soar, and as a leader, she will also receive considerable rewards.

"I'm really silver-level." Luo Qingyu was helpless.

It was the first time that the referee assistant encountered this situation: "Sorry, I need to ask the referee for instructions."

After Long Xiao received the notification from his assistant, he immediately came to the backstage.

"Are you going to participate in the competition?" Long Xiao asked Luo Qingyu.

"Yes." Luo Qingyu nodded.

Immediately, Long Xiao's eyes were filled with a faint red light, and his eyes were sharp and swept across Luo Qingyu. His shocked eyes flashed and he said to his assistant: "Yes, he is indeed silver-level, so there is no need to test it."

“…”

Luo Qingyu was slightly stunned. This guy couldn't tell that I was a skeleton body, and the instrument could not detect it, but he was so sure that I was a silver-level warrior.

However, Long Xiao did not say the reason, and Luo Qingyu was not convenient to ask.

Next, Luo Qingyu reported the weapons he used, a nine-ring knife and a pistol.

As Ding Linglong said, pistols are not prohibited and can be used on martial arts platforms.

...

Long Xiao walked to the center of the martial arts platform with a smile and said slowly: "The next game is the last game and will be an unforgettable game. Please invite Motley of Biyan League and Luo Yiqing of Mingxinhui to play."

"Look at it, come on."

"Look at it, come on."

...

The audience outside the court shouted hard to cheer, hoping that cheering would win a belated victory for Mingxin Hui. Now, Mingxin Hui has lost two consecutive games. If he loses again this time, he will definitely feel very uncomfortable.

Luo Qingyu slowly entered the field with the Nine-ring Sword on his shoulder.

With his entry, the whole scene became calm in an instant, and a moment later, an uproar.

"This... who is he? How can I think he is an ordinary person? And, if I read it correctly, the Nine-ring Sword on that guy's shoulder should be Zhang Hailong's weapon. Can a guy who doesn't even bring a weapon to play? What a joke."

"Looking at the face of the student, it should be a newcomer. It's no wonder that Mingxin always loses in such an important competition.

"It's over, it's over, I can't see any hope of victory."

"Will we Mingxin really have no one? We actually sent such a person to the competition."

...

Long Xiao reached out to signal everyone to be quiet and said slowly: "Luo Yiqing is a silver warrior. According to the rules of the game, as long as his strength does not exceed the purple gold level, he can play. Therefore, the game is officially held."

Hearing the four words "Silver Warrior", most members of the Mingxinhui looked desperate. After that, they lost again this time, hey...

Motley is a black man, wearing a light blue dress. When he heard that Luo Qingyu was only silver-level, his face turned darker.

In fact, there are many black people in the city and many white people, but the most are yellow people, and there are no borders.

"Luo Yiqing, you Mingxin will actually send you a useless person to fight me. Do you look down on me or deliberately humiliate me? If you look down on me so much, don't blame me for being ruthless." Motley roared a little crazy.

This battle was Motley's first battle after joining the Biyan League. He hoped that his opponent would be a powerful warrior. Only by defeating a powerful opponent can his value be reflected.

Luo Qingyu ignored Motley's roar and greeted the "entire" audience in the audience: "Hello everyone, my name is Luo Yiqing. That's right, it's Luo Yiqing who sells cheap blood and energy pills. The price of the fine blood and energy pills is only 45 yuan per piece. The blood and energy pills I refined are of good quality, and the medicine is higher, stronger and more effective than the same-grade blood and energy pills. Today, nearly 5,000 fine blood and energy pills have been sold, which are very popular among the general public. Next week, I will sell 20,000 fine blood and energy pills on the Internet. You are welcome to buy them online at that time, and the quantity is limited."

Luo Qingyu naturally won’t miss such a good advertising opportunity and will promote his upcoming online store in one go.

However, his words were like a gust of cold wind blew, and the scene instantly became extremely quiet.

Hurry...

Everyone was in an uproar again.

"I'm going to go, are you here to compete or to advertise, get out of the stage."

"Oh my God, this guy is just a funny guy, the identification has been completed."

"I didn't forget to promote the advertisement when I was playing the game. This guy is a talented person. Even if he lost, his online store became popular. I just don't know if it was criticized or the sales were popular."

"I think Mingxin will deliberately arrange for him to play in order to retain the last little face. After all, one is just silver and the other is a golden warrior. You will not be embarrassed if you lose."

...

When Lei Yutong saw Luo Qingyu looking shameless, she wanted to go up and tear Luo Qingyu up.

Long Xiao smiled slightly and said to himself: This is an interesting little guy.

Of course, as a referee, he had to stand up and stop Luo Qingyu from continuing to advertise: "It's the time for the game, and it is prohibited to promote topics that have nothing to do with the game."

"Uh... OK." Luo Qingyu responded embarrassedly.

Both sides stood on the martial arts platform. The martial arts platform was not small, as big as three basketball courts.

Luo Qingyu glanced at his opponent and said shamelessly: "You should just admit defeat. I am a super genius, and you are not my opponent at all."

Motley had looked down on Luo Qingyu, a waste, but now, Luo Qingyu stole what he wanted to say again, and suddenly there were blue veins on his forehead, to be precise, black veins.

"A clever waste, I will kill you later, making you worse than death." Motley stared at Luo Qingyu viciously like a crazy bull.

Long Xiao confirmed that both sides had entered a state of fighting and slowly raised his arms: "In the last game, Luo Qingyu fights Motley, start!"

With the referee's order, Mot immediately took out a small staff out of thin air, and the staff suddenly pierced into the ground.

"All ghosts and gods, listen to my summons, come out, a bloodthirsty ghost."

Buzz...

The staff emitted a black ripples, condensed a formation, which tore a crack on the ground, and then, ghosts with ferocious appearances surged out of the formation.

Hurry...

The people present couldn't help but stand up.

"Oh my God, it's actually a ghost master. He summoned so many golden-level bloodthirsty ghosts at once. How can he fight? He's just cheating."

"It turned out to be a bloodthirsty ghost. This kind of monster cannot be killed and can suck human blood to strengthen myself. I met it once last time. The horror of the bloodthirsty ghost is still scared when I think about it."

...

Luo Qingyu was slightly surprised when he encountered such a regular ghost master for the first time, but he quickly realized that he immediately pulled out the pistol at his waist as fast as possible.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three bullets were fired in a row, and the three bullets formed a 'product' shape, blocking Motley's retreat.

Motley frowned, but he didn't react slowly. He took out a huge shield, which was two meters high and one meter wide.

Motley was able to take out such a large shield out of thin air, as long as he was not a fool, he knew very well that Motley must have a space prop on him, and the price of this prop was amazing.

Obviously, the Biyan League has invested a lot in order to win.

Dingding Ding Ding...

When a bullet hits a shield, it can only cause a slight shock effect.

The staff in Motley's hand pointed at Luo Qingyu: "Babys, kill him."

Ji~~

More than a dozen gold-level bloodthirsty ghosts let out a harsh scream and rushed towards Luo Qingyu frantically.

Facing the whistling ghost, Luo Qingyu was not nervous, but the audience in the audience became nervous.

"My God, it's over. If you are attacked by so many ghosts, that guy will become a fool even if he doesn't die."

"It is impossible not to die, he will be sucked into his blood and soul."

"Well, I'm dead. The bloodthirsty ghost is not afraid of physical attacks and has mental attacks. It's too difficult and terrifying."

...

Seeing that the ghost was about to approach, Luo Qingyu slowly turned away from the [Wishing Heart Sutra] technique, condensing the black vows onto the bullet, wrapping a thick layer of black vows.

Bang!
Chapter completed!