"Who knows this?" Shen Lang looked innocent, "If you don't want to apologize, don't apologize. I didn't force him. After apologizing, I want to make trouble again? Can you still play like this?"

"What are you afraid of!" Zhou Shushu said: "According to the rules of the competition, each contestant will have three battles. But there are still twenty-six participants in the third round, which means that the probability of meeting Liao Guanyun today is less than 10%.

"Then look over there..." Shen Lang looked in the direction of Chi Xiaofeng.

At Chixiao Peak's seat, Yang Ye and Zhao Tianba were talking about something, and from time to time they glanced at this side, obviously waiting to see some jokes.

"Uh... I forgot this! Almost all the people who arranged the competition order were Elders of Chi Xiaofeng. That is to say... As long as they were willing, your first opponent today should be Liao Guanyun." Zhou Shushu looked embarrassed.

"So you understand now! I'm almost like waiting to be beaten today!" Shen Lang said in a very aggrieved manner: "You are happy to put this matter on you?"

"Uh... Then you hold on." Chen Pipi looked shameless.

"Hey, it's better for a little person to have less trouble...you have to work hard." Zhou Shushu was leisurely and shook his head and his head, obviously not taking Shen Lang's difficulties as a matter of caution.

In fact, in their eyes, there is no need to pay too much attention to this matter. Just run into Liao Guanyun and run into it. The two days ago, Donghua real person asked Liao Guanyun to apologize. The Divine Sword Peak was unintentionally invincible with Shen Lang. No matter how brave Liao Guanyun is, he dared to go too far.

At most, Shen Lang was beaten up by a non-painful and itchy person. This is no big deal. Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. As a monk, who hasn’t been beaten up?

"Say! What kind of brother are these?" Shen Lang looked at the leisurely expressions of Chen Pipi and Zhou Shushu, and cursed in anger.

"Uh... As a brother, I will at most compensate you with a bottle of good golden sore medicine." Chen Pipi said.

Just at this moment, the melodious bell rang again, and Deacon Qin announced expressionlessly: "The first game of the third round, please ask Shen Lang, the No. 13 contestant, to come on stage."

"I was the first game..." Shen Lang cursed inwardly, feeling a little unhappy. He originally thought that if Liao Guanyun came on stage first, he might be able to observe and speculate on the side, first get familiar with Liao Guanyun's fighting style, and maybe he could find some flaws of the other party. Now it seems that there should be no chance at all.

"Go." Xia Qianye looked at Shen Lang with a meaningful look, as if he was reminding him.

"Oh..." Shen Lang nodded, but he knew very well what Xia Qianye meant... The meaning was nothing more than what he told him in bed last night. Safety first. If you don't have it, just admit defeat. Don't take risks like last time, and don't try some new tricks you can't master...

"Even if you can't beat him, you have to give him a ruthless move first. The real fire move alone is enough for him to drink..." Shen Lang made a secret decision and jumped onto the battle stage.

At the same time, Liao Guanyun also stood up from his seat. At this time, almost everyone had already determined that Shen Lang's opponent must be Liao Guanyun... But who could have thought that after Deacon Qin cleared his throat, he actually read another person's name.

"Please ask the contestant No. 26, Zhang Xiaosheng, to come on stage!"

"Hey, my opponent is not Liao Guanyun?" Shen Lang was obviously stunned and felt very surprised.

Liao Guanyun, who had just stood up from his seat, had no choice but to sit back to his original position, and looked at Yang Ye and others from afar, feeling deeply puzzled.

He didn't understand. Last night, it was Yang Ye who came to him to help deal with Shen Lang. Why didn't he directly connect with him and arrange for him to compete with Shen Lang?

Shen Lang was puzzled, and Liao Guanyun was puzzled.

In the crowd, Zhang Xiaosheng, who was known as Qingyun Baixiaosheng, was like a storyteller, analyzing who was the real dark horse in the third round. He suddenly heard such a voice and was shocked.

"Ah? My opponent is Shen Lang?" Zhang Xiaosheng's face completely collapsed, and he felt deeply unlucky. In his eyes, Shen Lang was undoubtedly the strangest dark horse. Whoever meets who is unlucky, but he just met...

"Go and go! You can calculate and calculate, claiming to know everything and know everything?" The crowd burst into laughter: "Then why didn't you calculate that you would meet Shen Lang?"

Shen Lang watched Zhang Xiaosheng walk onto the competition stage with a reluctant look on his face, and then saw that the other party's cultivation was only at the eighth level of the true spirit. Shen Lang couldn't help but smile, "It's stable."

"Ahem... I have admired Mr. Shen for a long time!" Zhang Xiaosheng squeezed his smile and said, "You said you wanted to participate in the Qingyun Martial Arts at Changqing Peak. I have speculated that Mr. Shen must soar into the sky and shine."

"This guy is quite good at talking." Shen Lang smiled secretly, pondered for a moment and asked, "Which peak are you a disciple?"

"I am not talented, Xiaozhu Peak's most handsome male disciple." Zhang Xiaosheng said.

"Xiaozhu Peak..." Shen Lang nodded. He had a pretty good impression of Xiaozhu Peak. It is said that the peak produces beautiful women. Mu Qingwan's little fan girl seemed to be the true disciple of Xiaozhu Peak. Therefore, Shen Lang decided not to make things difficult for Zhang Xiaosheng and just defeat him at will.

only...

"Zhang Xiaosheng is the most handsome guy. Why is it so unpleasant?" Shen Lang touched his nose and thought to himself that he would punch him in the face later.

"The competition officially began!" At this time, Deacon Qin announced.

After the words came, Zhang Xiaosheng immediately made a gesture. His figure flashed and turned into afterimages, as if eight or nine Zhang Xiaosheng were circling around Shen Lang. His figure was unpredictable and kept disturbing Shen Lang's sight, but he was not in a hurry to attack...

Shen Lang is still unable to determine what this guy has capable of in other aspects, but he is very good in terms of speed and body movement. Shen Lang's expression gradually became serious, thinking to himself, don't capsize in the gutter...

But he could not have thought that just as he raised his hand gently and stretched out his finger to prepare for the talisman, Zhang Xiaosheng's fast-moving figure stopped abruptly, looking at Shen Lang with shock and admiration.

"There are not many people in the world who can see through my Qianye Dragon Step! I didn't expect that Mr. Shen could see through it at a glance. It turns out that there is heaven beyond the sky, and there are people outside the sky. I really admire it. I am convinced by the loss!" Zhang Xiaosheng was speechless, and he praised him again, which made Shen Lang feel a little confused.

"What? I saw through it? I did nothing!" Shen Lang looked innocent.

"Why should you hide your weakness?" Zhang Xiaosheng looked at Shen Lang's fingers and explained: "The direction that Cultivator Chen pointed at is where my true body was just now, and he undoubtedly had already seen through my body skills."

"This..." Shen Lang looked at his fingers, then looked at Zhang Xiaosheng who was ten steps away. At first glance, this scene seemed to him casually stretching out his hand, like a peerless master accidentally hurting his junior, and directly pointed out Zhang Xiaosheng's body movements.

But...

"I just want to use a random stroke and apply an acceleration talisman! How can this be misunderstood?" Shen Lang felt like there were tens of thousands of grass mud horses galloping past.
Chapter completed!