Of course, although Xuehu is powerful, he is a possible opponent in the quarterfinals after all, and Shen Chong would not care too much about it.

I have to eat the rice one by one, and I have to break through one by one. I silence the opponent in front of me and stare at the one behind me. I might have a capsized in the gutter.

He turned his attention to the next opponent.

Feng Qinshan, a very special surname and a very domineering name.

Characters with such names in novels either have the fate of the protagonist, or at least they have to be a big shot.

But this master was very bad. He was useless to have such an arrogant name and actually fell into the newcomer challenge.

Well……

It seems like I accidentally scolded myself.

"Well, boss, how do you think I should buy the next game? The gambling system has become so complicated now that I can't even understand it. There are so many tricks. Each one can get 100, and my merit value is not enough."

Shen Chong leaned over with a smile, wanting to crush this guy's phone.

This girl's dog paws have been floating towards the option of how many minutes it can hold on.

"Didn't you quit gambling?"

Liang Zai turned around in anger, "Boss, you look down on dogs so much. Have you ever heard a proverb?"

"What?"

"Dog! Can't change to Chi Xiang!"

Liang Zai was kicked away by the third sister of Fox again. This guy forgot that the fox is also a canine family.

He ignored the stupid dog anymore, and Shen Chong's eyes patrolled the crowd, "Sister, why didn't you see Feng Qinshan? Could it be that he didn't even watch the lottery ceremony?"

Sister Fox nodded, "You really got it right, he didn't come."

"So arrogant?"

Sister Hu sighed and sighed: "No, something happened at his home."

At 8 o'clock in the evening, when he was really standing in the huge martial arts hall at the headquarters and looking at the bloodshot-faced boy in front of him, Shen Chong understood a truth.

What does it mean to fight a sad soldier?

The competition has not officially begun, but the boy's body has already surged with terrible momentum, and spiral airflows linger around him, surging endlessly.

This is Feng Qiaoshan's ability.

Feng Qinshan, the division champion from the Northwest Division, the yellow-level first-class super-powered psychic, is the example that Shen Chong saw in the middle!

He comes from the last two successors, the lonely superpower inheritance family, and the northwest wind family.

The once glorious inheritance force is now only one old and one young, which is so sad.

What’s even more sad is that when Feng Qinshan finally entered the national competition as a division champion, he took the plane to fly to Beijing, and the old man of the Feng family passed away.

There was nothing vigorous, and there was no miserable fate. The old man passed away with a smile in his sleep.

Feng Qinshan learned about the bad news as soon as he got off the plane, and then locked himself in the room and did not appear in front of the world again until the game began.

From his eyes, you can guess what kind of grief he experienced in the room.

Shen Chong felt very embarrassed. He just read the description of the other party and drew lots. It was really time for him to come and go.

Just like the descendants of this inherited power, the biggest trump card is that they have mastered many skillful and ever-changing spiritual skills and can beat their opponents unexpectedly.

But this Lord’s ability was exposed in the detailed explanation!

So sorry.

He did not mean to take advantage of the situation, and he also understood the other party's feelings of losing a loved one, but each had his own position and could not say who was right or wrong.

Shen Chong's luck seemed a bit overwhelming, but that was because he worked hard enough, worked hard enough and smart enough, and tried his best to buy it before the national competition.

You should know that many yellow-level players earn less than 2,000 meritorious values ​​in total, so how can they buy books like him?

Fate and opportunity have always favored those who are prepared, but Shen Chong's habit of doing things is to always make the most comprehensive preparations first, and the rest will be left to life.

There are not many spectators outside the Martial Arts Hall, but their identity and status are incomparable to those of the qualifiers.

But this does not mean that no one has bought the gambling in Dongmao Mall. Even if the non-staff and formal members of major divisions across the country are not qualified to watch the game, they still cannot dispel everyone's strong interest in the newly released gambling gameplay.

Every player who represents his own division has some fans in his own territory. Anyway, the investment in buying gambling is not large, so just think it is to cheer for you from afar.

There is only one exception, Shen Chong's situation is quite strange.

With his expectations and friendship in the Southwest branch, not many people dislike him. Everyone hopes that he can win in their hearts.

But even though he had already knocked down the seed player Ashe, everyone really didn't have the courage to bet on him.

In addition to his overwhelming advantage against Xiong Da who was on the game with injuries, he narrowly won the other games he won, and even gave up the game in the finals.

Everyone wants to trust you, but their conscience cannot be overcome.

Liang Zai looked down at the odds of Shen Chong slid to the end on his phone. He hesitated for a long time and did not dare to place an order.

There are risks in the gambling market. My dog’s IQ is really not enough. I am not those big guys who can spend money casually and can’t afford to offend them.

In the field, as the inspectors of the competition were evacuated one after another, the game was about to begin, Feng Qinshan spoke, "I know you, I'm very happy to meet you in the first game."

Shen Chong said silently, Damn, here again.

Are you upset?

What's wrong with the third-grade yellow grade?

Did I eat your rice with my yellow grade third-grade rice?

Why can't I always get along with me?

The young man Feng Qinshan moved slightly, and crackling sounds came from all over his body, "Actually, I don't want to fight you. However, the last thing my grandfather said to others before his death was to hope that I would revive the glory of the Feng family. So, no matter who you are! I must win! I must also win beauty! Be mentally prepared!"

Shen Chong still didn't speak, but the bit of embarrassment in his previous heart slowly dissipated.

I was just about to sympathize with you, but in the detailed explanation, your family was miserable.

But you are so crazy that you can't sympathize with me before you even start.

You have to win and care about me, I can't lose.

I have read your information before, and it is a bit unfair, but it is not my fault.

Shen Chong finally spoke, "You don't understand why I want to participate in this competition, and I can't tell you in detail. But I can only tell you that I bet on everything. You bet on only glory. Don't look arrogant and bitter, I won't show mercy."

"Is that so? Then... come on!"

The delicate and crisp host voice sounded on the radio, and this voice made Shen Chong feel a little familiar.

"The third round of the 2018 Newcomer Challenge Finals, Shen Chong vs. Feng Qiaoshan, now starts!"

Bang!

The sound of a burst of energy sounded behind Feng Qinshan. The next moment, the young man crossed twenty meters away from nothing and appeared in front of Shen Chong.

The cyclones surging around him were half accelerating behind him like a rocket erupting, while the other half gathered on his right arm.

Feng Qinshan's right fist was rushing towards the sky and hit Shen Chong's face!

Shen Chong's pupils tightened, and the young man really developed the spiritual technique to control the airflow to the extreme.

The only focus on the vacuum suppression of the Feng family, but it is the ability to use it on others. Feng Qinshan patted his own hands and these two hands were completely different.

Shen Chong was about to dodge, but he felt that his flesh and blood were being pulled in all directions, and his head was blank for a moment.

Vacuum compression is coming!

The body movement accelerates, the fist force is strong, the vacuum suppression, and the three spiritual techniques are used at the same time. This young man is really strong!

But I'm not an easy person either!

I have already taken deep breaths and held my breath. Your vacuum can't suppress me!

At this critical moment, Shen Chong held his breath and calmed down, cut off his heart veins, and immediately pulled the blood of the Berserker, swung his left arm, and went to Fengqian's right fist!
Chapter completed!