If Ye Nongying won, Duanmu Yawang naturally wanted to be happy for her, and wanted to congratulate her.

Ye Nongying saw that her expression was dispirited, and could not help but said, "Unhappy?"

Duan Muya glanced at her with a faint expression: "I will fight with others in a while. If you are, would you be happy?"

"That's right, although you will definitely win, but this exile street battle has never come across a happy time." Ye Nongying shrugged, and added gloating after she said, "Fortunately, my fighting mission. It's over. I should be able to go back to the audience and sit down. Keep working harder."

"..."

Duanmu Yawang had the urge to kick her away.

Ye Nongying saw that Duanmu Yawang was unhappy, so he burst into laughter, and walked towards the auditorium while laughing, her leisurely posture really intrigued people's envy.

But Duanmu Yawang was helpless.

Ye Nongying was the fastest to decide the outcome, and Duanmu Yawang didn't need to wait long. The battles of the other groups also came to an end.

Soon, the messenger went on stage and said to the people who were defeated: "Now there are six people entering the second street, and there is still one amount left, plus Miss Duanmu has not yet fought, you can fight in the form of a fight, and the winner can follow Miss Duanmu took the last place."

There were six losers. Except for Fu Shangqing who was seriously injured, everyone else was just dazzling. Another fight would be perfectly fine.

The messenger had said the rules before, and after hearing his words, the losers did not show excitement on their faces.

After a few people were quiet for a while, some people raised their hands: "My Messenger, I will withdraw."

The messenger glanced at him and said: "Go and sign the withdrawal confirmation, then go down."

"Yes."

The man agreed, went down to sign the confirmation letter, and left.

Only the dead were left on the stage.

The four of you looked at my eyes, and after a meeting of their eyes, they unexpectedly raised their hands in unison, "Messenger, I also want to withdraw."

In other words, the remaining four people will also withdraw from the fight with Duanmu Yawang.

The people watching in the audience were amazed.

"Is this retreating without a fight?"

"That's right, this is too lacking in fighting spirit. Did Duanmu Yawang win without fighting and enter Second Street without fighting?"

"Yes, that's too cheap. Duanmu Yawang!" Everyone still didn't think too much of Duanmu Yawang, and wanted to watch her be driven away quickly.

Duanmu Yawang didn't expect this, and looked surprised.

The messenger's face did not change, and calmly asked: "Are you sure?"

"Um!"

The four nodded solemnly.

They have thought about it, and Duanmu Yawang can even fight against Tiandian. They don't have the power to fight her.

Mu Yang hadn't been strong enough for Duanmu Yawang, Fu Shangqing was almost dead. Duanmu Yawang was so cruel and cruel, wouldn't they kill him if they were to fight hard?

Since there is no chance to win, why bother to risk your life?

After listening to them, the messenger said lightly: "Okay, go down and sign the withdrawal confirmation."

The four of them dropped their heads and stepped off the stage dingy.

Standing on the stage, the messenger seemed to ponder for a while, and swept towards the humanity below the stage: "For so many years, there has never been a fight without a fight. There are times when a two-two match is not completely fair. It also depends on the opponents and luck. Go. A place is very rare, so this messenger decided to give the person who lost the first and second rounds a chance. If you want to fight with Miss Duanmu, you have to fight two by two. The only one who wins, you can have Chance to compete with Miss Duanmu for the last place."

As soon as this statement came out, many people in the audience agreed, "The messenger is a good decision, such a good quota, if it is so unreasonable to let people go."

The onlookers in the audience were elated, but the losers who had lost in the first and second rounds, who had not yet left, were not happy when they heard this, and their faces were dispirited.

The messenger said: "Those who have the intention to fight for it, can now come on stage."

As soon as the words came out, the audience was agitated and looked in the direction where the losers gathered in the audience.

They found that the losers were as quiet as chickens.

No one had a look of excitement on their faces.

Not a single person came to the stage.

The messenger waited on the stage for a quarter of an hour, but no one came up yet.

He wrinkled his brows, and sighed in his heart, but he also felt reasonable.

He glanced at the losers and said lightly: "One last question, is anyone going to fight?"

"..."

Still no one answered.

Some people in the audience began to mutter and sarcast, "How can everyone be so scared of Duanmu Yawang, why do they come to fight?"

The patience of the messenger is also limited. Seeing that no one has responded, he said lightly: "Since no one is willing to fight for the opportunity, then this messenger announced that the last person to enter the second street is Miss Duanmu!"

As soon as these words came out, many viewers were unhappy and cursed, "These people are scumbags, and they don't even have the courage to fight. They have cultivated for so long, and they really eat rice for nothing. What kind of face is there for such a person to live in this world? "

The losers did not hear what everyone said, and the messenger, who had not heard of it, waved his hand and said: "The Third Street Fight is over, everyone can leave."

Well, he took the lead to walk off the stage.

At the same time, the others slowly dispersed.

Duanmu Yawang didn't expect her quota to come so easily, and instantly became happy, and walked briskly back to the side of Xiao Bailu and Fang Ruoxing.

"Sister. You are amazing!"

As soon as she went back, Xiao Bailu began to compliment without hesitation, Fang Ruoxing's face flushed with excitement, "Miss Duanmu, I never knew I could win without fighting on this stage of struggle. Obviously everyone I dare not fight with you."

"Thank you." Duanmu Yawang said with a smile.

Ye Nong Ying gave a tut and said triumphantly: "Well, I said before, you might get a spot without going on stage, right?"

"Yes, yes, you are great." Duanmu Yawang was in a good mood and didn't bother to care about her.

Ye Nongying hummed softly, "Your praise is not sincere."

Duanmu Yawang was too lazy to take care of her, Yu Guang swept to Ximen Yingyue and narrowed her eyes with a smile, staring at her innocently and cutely.

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyelids, and suddenly remembered what Fang Zhushang had said. He said that starting from Third Street will be a lot more difficult, and there will be a lot of disgusting things.

Ximen Yingyue appeared here, and she also thought that she might trip her or something.

However, apart from Zhulong, she didn't seem to have encountered any difficult roles in the country. Ximen Yingyue only responded to her with a few words. Today is much smoother than she thought.

Seeing Ximen Yingyue's eyes, she wondered again, is the difficulty just beginning now?