The people in the audience listened to the messenger's words, and all of them had doubts on their faces. They whispered: "What does the messenger mean? Isn't it true that Duanmu Yawang said, the original son is actually cheating?"

"How can this be?"

Some people just didn't believe that Yuan Lin Fan would cheat, and said angrily: "We have not yet understood the truth of the matter, so we started to say that the original son is not the original son. Is it too much?"

"What are you doing for him?" Someone stretched out his hand and patted the back of those who were talking, and said vigilantly: "The messenger has this expression. If you say this, I think the original son is really wrong."

"what!"

The man exclaimed, but still not reconciled: "The original son is also very powerful, and he looks like a gentleman, how could he do such a dirty thing?"

"Yes, it doesn't look like what the original son would do at all!"

Everyone said something to me, and the discussion was very intense.

Yuan Lin Fan on the stage gasped for breath, but did not dare to say anything.

"What are you going to do?"

The messenger glanced at him coldly, "The next batch of battles is about to begin. Are you sure you want to stay here forever and disrupt the order of the battle?"

After that, without waiting for Yuan Lin Fan to speak, he said: "Or you want to, I will give you an explanation in public, and let everyone see the truth, so that you are happy to leave?"

Yuan Lin Fan's heart shrank.

He doesn't want to be like this!

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going."

"Ah!" He retorted quickly, and the people in the audience were totally shocked. "He didn't want to argue, and the messenger said so again, which means that he admitted that he really lost to Duanmu. Ya Wang?"

"It looks like it is."

Someone couldn't believe it, "However, it is impossible for Duanmu Yawang that no one will help her. No one has seen how she finally attacked the original son, causing the original son to be seriously injured. This, this is simply impossible!"

"Yeah, this thing is really weird."

People in the audience talked a lot, but they were still not convinced of this result.

The voice messenger in the audience was not unheard. As if he hadn't heard of it, he cast his eyes down and looked at Yuan Lin Fan who was holding his breath, and asked: "Can you go on by yourself?"

Yuan Lin Fan shook his head. He was just hanging his breath to maintain his dignity.

The messenger pursed his lips, and said loudly: "Here, the original son is seriously injured, send the original son back."

"Yes."

Four people immediately came up from the stage, and after carrying Yuan Lin Fan on a stretcher, they carried him off the stage.

The messenger announced at this time: "The battle between the original son and Miss Duanmu, Miss Duanmu will win!"

"..."

The audience was quiet, and no one cheered at all.

The messenger naturally knew what everyone was thinking, scanned them, and said indifferently: "As for whether Miss Duanmu has cheated, it is actually very simple. Have you ever felt a different, powerful breath when the two were fighting. Cross to the table from the outside?"

As soon as this was said, everyone suddenly realized!

Yes!

Why did they forget this!

If someone really helped Duanmu Yawang secretly, Yuan Linfan was so grabbing, and the two of them had such a strong aura, if they wanted Yuan Linfan to be attacked without warning, it must be a strong aura.

Once such a powerful aura appears, it is impossible for them not to feel the aura!

However, when Duanmu Yawang was fighting with Yuan Linfan, they really didn't feel other stronger auras interspersed in, from beginning to end there were only two powers of Duanmu Yawang and Yuan Linfan!

In other words, Duanmu Yawang did not cheat!

After the people in the audience wanted to understand, their mouths instantly became dry.

Especially those twenty or thirty people who won after a round of battle.

These people have to fight twice, three times, or even more times.

They also need to challenge their opponents, and they may also be challenged by them.

Many people present were relatively relaxed, but now they can't help but become tense.

Someone rubbed his arms, licked his mouth, and sighed with difficulty: "This, this Duanmu Yawang is too terrible. He is obviously injured, and he can give out such power to defeat people in one fell swoop. If anyone fights with her, it is simply nothing. Seeking a dead end!"

"Yes!"

Someone quickly agreed: "She was injured somehow, originally I thought about fighting with her, maybe there is a chance to defeat her, now I don't dare to think about it, so I don't want to fight her!"

"Neither do I!"

They all want to continue into the next street. If they look at the upper end, they will lose!

With everyone's nervousness, the messenger on the stage continued to announce: "From now on, everyone can have a chance to challenge their opponents, and those who win can continue to enter the next round of battle."

When his words fell, he winked at his subordinates.

His subordinates realized that they held a bucket of bamboo sticks and went down with some writing brushes.

The messenger said: "You only need to write down the person you want to challenge on the sign, and the repeater needs to be re-selected."

Everyone understands what kind of rules are. They took bamboo sticks and brushes and looked around, looking for someone more suitable for fighting with them.

Duanmu Yawang naturally got bamboo sticks and brushes, but she was not happy.

She even had a headache.

Because many people present, except Ye Nongying, she didn't remember the names of a few people, and she didn't know who to write better.

Yin Huiyin naturally knew what she was upset about, and said with a smile: "What's so annoying about this, you close your eyes and hold your breath, listen to the sounds around you, you can always hear one or two people calling their names."

"what?"

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes brightly, and said with a smile: "You say that, it seems very reasonable!"

Yin Huiyin shook his head and smiled without annoyance: "Just do it."

"good."

Yin Huiyin provided her with such a good method, and she naturally had to implement it well.

Closing her eyes, holding her breath and listening to the voices around her, she soon caught a few key conversations and heard several names.

She curled her lips, opened her eyes, and spoke to Yin Huiyin's heart language: "This is a good way for you, I can write now."

When she said, holding a bamboo stick in one hand and a pen in the other, she was about to write the name she decided. At this moment, a shadow appeared in front of her, and someone said in front of her: "Miss Duanmu."

Duanmu Ya looked at the sharp edge of the pen and raised her eyes.

Surprisingly, he faced a face younger than Lin Fan.

However, this face was tough, his skin was slightly darker, and his figure was strong. He was a tall and tough man.

This person looked at her almost expressionlessly. His eyes were not friendly, but he didn't show much emotion. Duanmu Yawang felt as if she had seen this person somewhere, frowned and said, "You are..."

"This is my elder brother Qing Ming."

At this moment, another younger voice intervened.

Duanmuya looked around and saw a younger, fairer face.

This face has phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a sharp nose. The whole person looks thin and sharp, making it uncomfortable to look at.

This person is so unique, Duanmu Yawan recognized him as one of the few people who stared at her before the battle started!

After recognizing it, Duanmu Yawang took a step back.

"Hahaha~" When the visitor saw Duanmuya and saw the action, he looked up and smiled, "Miss Duanmu, are you afraid of me? I think I don't look ugly, so why did I scare you?"

Duanmu Yawang pursed her lips, and said, "It's not scary, but you came here rashly. I really couldn't adapt to it all of a sudden."

"It's Zhulong who is taking off his taste."

The visitor said and gave himself a hand, and introduced himself: "Zhulong ranked fourth. If Miss Duanmu thinks that Zhulong is troublesome, you can also call me Silong."

Duanmu Yawang bowed his hands in return, and did not say that he should build a dragon.

Zhulong didn't care either. He stared at Duanmu Ya and said, "Miss Duanmu, do you want to write the name of the person you are going to challenge?"

Duanmu Ya looked at her thin lips and nodded: "Yes."

Zhilong's white and thin face carried a meaningful smile: "Why not change it and write Zhulong or Qingming?"

Duanmu Yawang's eyelids trembled and looked up at him.

Zhulong smiled and said, "Miss Duanmu, yes, I'm actually here to challenge you."