My senior sister is the leader of martial arts

An old man with white hair and childlike face came out more and more.

Impressive.

It was Fang Gan, the white-haired man who was severely beaten by Su Xing in the past!

As he walked out, the eyes of hundreds of people were attracted by him.

There are many people who know him.

A former first-class master stepped forward to explain this matter.

Credibility is definitely not small.

In addition, Su Xing had previously held the ruthless teacher Taiyi's palm, but he was injured but not dead. All these add up to each other, and it becomes more and more obvious that what the white-haired man said is correct.

Many people whispered to each other, and the discussion became louder and louder.

Master Rueqing sneered too, looked down at the white-haired man from above, and said, "You? You're just a waste whose realm has been knocked down, what qualifications do you have?"

The white-haired old man's face changed, and a flash of hatred flashed, but he didn't bother, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, I will do it and never cause trouble, but today, I dare to guarantee my wealth and life, Su Xing is A first-class master, absolutely no falsehood!"

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar.

Murderous intent loomed in the eyes of the unfeeling teacher, and she said coldly: "What are you, you deserve a guarantee?"

"Don't say that you are not even a top-notch now. Even in the peak state, a poor nun can crush you with one finger."

"If you don't go away again, don't blame the poor nun for being rude."

The white-haired old man clenched his fists, and his breathing became a little heavy.

This humiliation hit him in the face like a slap in the face.

Falling into the realm was the most humiliating thing he didn't want to be known, but this old nun repeatedly brought it up to talk about it.

Fang Gan wished he could go up and fight her hard.

"There's no need to argue anymore." Su Xing shook his head, but his indifferent words suppressed everyone's voices.

"Since you don't want to believe..."

"If you pretend to be stupid and want to avenge Zhang Cong, then I will help you."

In Su Xing's eyes, a murderous intent flashed, like a flash of lightning, captivating the soul.

Step forward.

Pointing at the unfeeling teacher from afar, she smiled lightly.

"After the final, you and I will fight to the death!"

The resolute tone, revealing a supreme domineering, silenced the audience.

Fight to the death.

Those four words kept echoing in everyone's ears.

Hundreds of thousands of people only felt the roar in their heads. Su Xing's indifferent words just now were like thunder from the Nine Heavens.

A fledgling young man actually wants to fight the heartless teacher to the death!

Not to mention today's martial arts, even a hundred years later, I have never heard of someone who dared to say such arrogant words to Emei Su Lao at the age of 15.

This shock made them unbelievable.

When they came back to their senses, most people only felt pitiful.

"Challenging the heartless teacher, isn't this courting death? You are still too impulsive, if you practice martial arts for a few more years, with his talent, it is unknown if he can really catch up with the heartless teacher... But now... oh... ..."

"Master Unfeeling is a real top-ranking master, even in the entire martial arts world, he is a rare existence! How daring is Su Xing to challenge a first-rate top-ranking peerless master head-on?"

"It's a pity that he is talented and doesn't know how to bear. This time, he is going to die in the hands of the heartless teacher."

"I hope Master Rueqing can think of his youth and ignorance, and refuse the invitation to this life-and-death battle. After all, she is a veteran of martial arts, and it is not good to bully a young man."

A burst of sighs echoed around.

Many people looked at Su Xing with regret.

They couldn't even think of the possibility of winning against a first-class top-ranked player.

The old man in Kunlun also turned dark.

He stood up directly and said, "Shut up, boy, we can pretend that we didn't hear what we just said."

"You are only a little older, martial arts senior, are you also qualified to challenge?"

"Okay, I've taken advantage of the bargain today, hurry home and prepare for the finals in the next two days."

His tone seemed to be blaming Su Xing for being arrogant.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that he cherishes his talents and wants to smooth things over for Su Xing and cover up what he just said.

The old Shaolin monk also recited a Buddha's name, saying: "It is said that it is not a good thing for young people to be too arrogant. After you go back, I hope you can read more Buddhist scriptures and calm down your mind."

When everyone heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Since there are two great masters smoothing things over, Su Xing's wild words should still be able to turn around.

In any case, losing face is better than dying.

The unfeeling teacher gave a cold smile, and said: "You want to cover up the past by provoking martial arts seniors?"

"It's fine if the poor nun pretends he didn't hear it. Now he kneels down, kowtows to the poor nun, kowtows a hundred times, and then abolishes his martial arts. The poor nun can still spare his life."

Inside and outside the words, the cold killing intent was undisguised.

Without hesitation, Su Xing turned around and left: "See you in the final three days later."

"You'd better prepare yourself a coffin first."

The back view of him leaving unrestrainedly made Master Rueqing gnash his teeth: "After three days, I want you, a wicked beast, to die without a place to bury you!"

The Kunlun old man and the Shaolin monk could only heave a long sigh, unable to say anything more.

The second half of the game went quite well.

Since Su Xing eliminated quite a few masters, only three or five of the subsequent challengers passed.

On the whole, most of the defenders advanced to the next round.

However, everyone's focus is no longer on the second half of this round.

Throughout the High School Attached to Nantah University, word of mouth spread that Su Xing and the Rueqing Shitai had a duel to the death.

Even, at this moment, the Jianghu forums on the Internet have been overwhelmed by today's events.

"In the melee knockout round, only one person from Area A advanced!"

"How insane, one person swept away nearly a hundred contestants, leaving no way out!"

"Su Xing Niubi, you can do all these things, there are twenty places, and one is not reserved for others!"

This is the first discussion about the knockout round.

Not too many, after all, there are too many geniuses participating, and most people's attention is still on the favorites to win the championship, and those players who have long been known as geniuses.

The posts about Su Xing can only be regarded as a handful of outliers among a large number of posts.

However, when it came to the subsequent arena battle, the rhythm suddenly became weird.

"Hey, why did Region A choose an idiot to guard the ring? Those elders eat shit?"

"You can laugh at me to death. You can fight Liu Chuming on a par. You come and go. You really are a waste of comparable strength!"

"Standing horse, this is a loophole, don't take him down yet! The second person is going to get rid of him!"

All kinds of scolding came and went.

At the beginning, there was an explanation to Su Xing, saying that judging from Su Xing's previous record, it was impossible for him to be so weak.

"Su Xing can easily kill Tie Fei and Bian Xiaolong. His level is definitely more than that. He should be saving his strength!"

But later.

Someone live broadcasted Su Xing's limp hands and feet, his pale face and about to lose his strength, and suddenly the crowd who poured water from the wind and rain in the whole river and lake started to spray.

"Save the strength of your horse! His lips are turning white, and you still step on the horse to wash the ground for him? How can this kind of garbage go up to defend the ring, and you still haven't taken him down!"

"Fuck, what kind of trick is the fire palm? With such a little power, it still takes all of your energy like constipation, what a shame!"

"This is definitely the weakest time in the history of the Martial Arts Festival. What are you doing? Use this trash to defend the ring!"

"It's reasonable, I tied a dog up there, and I beat Su Xing better than Su Xing. You see, he only hit the third one, and he just ran away, relying on luck to defend the ring, isn't it funny!"

Everyone's condemnation was so suppressed that no one dared to explain to Su Xing anymore. The entire forum was full of posts calling Su Xing a waste.

All of Su Xing's fans dropped a few thousand, and there were only a poor thousand or so people who hadn't unchecked.

however……

When Su Xing took down fifty or sixty opponents one after another.

The people who poured water were stunned.

"I rely on... this old Yinbi..."

"It's really about preserving your strength, tortoise, you're insane!"

"Hahahaha, it's too awesome, how can you play this game, he alone has overshadowed most of the people."

They haven't waited for them to digest this fact.

When more explosive news came out, the entire forum that was bombed was turned upside down.

"Killing the successor of the Liuyun sword, toughening the old and unfeeling teacher of Emei Su, Su Xing, how many cards do you have?"