The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

The game continues.

Although there are many contestants, the pace of the competition is very fast, and the winner is decided in almost one or two minutes without delay.

During this period, He Yangqi also played and defeated his opponent very easily.

His opponent hardly made any moves, only a few symbolic moves, and then surrendered.

Soon, the game came to the last group - Group D.

After five rounds of competition, it is reasonable to say that the group D competition should be over, but the referee stepped onto the ring and did not announce the end of the group competition.

"Contestant No. 159 in Group D has a bye to advance because he has no opponent."

There was an uproar off the field.

"Bye? How can I still have a bye?"

"How did your Martial Arts Association organize it? How can you have one more player?"

"Number 159? No name!"

The referee wiped the sweat from his brow and said bravely, "This player was temporarily added to the competition list, so he can only have a bye."

Fortunately, the audience didn't continue to pursue it. After all, the bye can only be one round at most, and the player's strength can be seen in the knockout round.

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and saunter first.

After a 10-minute break, the second round of the knockout round began.

Martial arts are all about fighting in one go, so the schedule of this competition is very tight, and there will be no offseason that lasts for several days, and all competitions will be completed within one day.

In this way, in addition to helping the players maintain their mentality, the audience can also enjoy watching more enjoyable.

Of course, the pressure in the group stage is relatively small, so the rest time is very short. In the semi-finals and finals later, the players will have an hour of rest.

The referee walked to the center of the ring again and said loudly: "In the first match of the knockout round, Guo Meng will face... contestant No. 159!"

"Guo Meng? That young man who shot hard just now?"

"The number 159 didn't mention his name, so it should be the player with the bye."

"Ha, Guo Meng is a disciple enshrined by the He family, and he can be regarded as half of the He family. That person's luck is at the end."

Xu Ping ignored the words of the audience around him, and calmly walked towards the ring with the Kunwu knife in his hand.

After he stood still in the middle of the ring, the audience was surprised again.

"This is the number 159?"

"You are so young, can you have the mid-term strength of external strength?"

"Tsk tsk, dare to come to the competition at such a young age, think of yourself as the second youngest of the He family."

Although this competition is said to be a youth martial arts conference, the youth among martial artists is completely different from the youth among ordinary people.

Because martial artists often practice hard work for decades, and their age span is very large, so as long as they are under 40 years old, they can be said to be young!

At the age of 24, Xu Ping was extremely young among the contestants.

Guo Meng walked to the stage, saw Xu Ping's face, and said in surprise, "You...are you the man from Jiangbei from last night?"

Xu Ping's brows were calm, he just looked at the Kunwu knife in his hand, and ignored him.

"You dare to ignore me?"

Guo Meng's face became ugly, and he said bitterly: "You bastard from Jiangbei, today I will let you know what life is better than death!"

The referee didn't seem to hear Guo Meng's threatening words, and shouted loudly: "The first round of the knockout round, the game begins!"

The moment the referee finished shouting and retreated to the sidelines, Guo Meng moved!

He has never had any style of martial arts, as long as he has the opportunity, he doesn't mind using some shameless means!

"Bastard, eat me with a stick!"

The long stick in Guo Meng's hand was thrown out like lightning, pointing directly at Xu Ping's eye socket!

If this blow is real, Xu Ping will be disabled even if he is not dead!

A sinister smile emerged from the corner of Guo Meng's mouth, and just as his real energy was about to surge up, the stick in his hand felt empty.

Xu Ping, disappeared!

At the same time, a howling strong wind hit from his left side!

He hurriedly looked to the left, only to see a knife wrapped in white cloth cutting towards his left arm!

It is inevitable!

A white light flashed.

Bleeding!

"I... my arm!"

Guo Meng's arm flew to the audience.