Counterattack of Infinite Supporting Characters

There have been two rounds of the big competition, and Su Yi has a bye for one round and a free round for free. He was promoted almost effortlessly, and the surrounding brothers looked at him even more unkindly.

How is this guy so lucky?

Even Yin Zhiping is a little upset with Su Yi. I won the victory after working so hard and losing the lottery. What's the matter with you? **After a handful of**, you will be promoted? Still let me live?

Ma Yu also rubbed the center of his brows helplessly. To be honest, he is the one who wants to see how strong Su Yi is. If Su Yi's martial arts is really outstanding, then maybe he has to secretly feed Guo Jing some more. Oh, for that simple and simple child, he really likes him to the bottom of his heart. Even though Su Yi's identity is closer to him, he still hopes that Guo Jing can win the martial arts competition in the future.

Ma Yu completely scoffed at what Qiu Chuji told him before that he would take the initiative to admit defeat after victory. How proud are the Seven Devils of the South of the Yangtze River, how could they accept your victory as a charity? You probably don't even believe this, but you just found an excuse to calm yourself down.

It's a pity that facing Su Yi's luck against the sky, Ma Yu can only cry helplessly, he can't really operate in secret, right?

That's all, there are still a few competitions to come, I don't believe the old man, he can easily become the top four...

On the third day, that is, the last day of the competition, there were only dozens of disciples left on the field, and the top four were about to appear.

The host of the previous two days, Ma Yu, seemed to avoid suspicion, so he didn't stand up again today, but changed to Iron-footed Immortal King Chuyi to be the referee.

It's a pity that in the face of Su Yi's invincible good luck, it's useless to change Wang Chuer.

Su Yi vs. Qian Zhibin!

As Wang Chuyi's voice fell, everyone was speechless again.

Qian Zhibin, who lives in Zhongnan Mountain, has been chopping firewood for generations. Because his grandfather was kind to Wang Chongyang, after giving birth to Qian Zhibin, he found the Quanzhen sect, hoping to let his grandson worship under him. If I want to cut firewood for the rest of my life like myself, I will be poor for the rest of my life.

As the saying goes, short-mouthed, short-handed, short-handed, owed to others, short everywhere... Therefore, this guy came in through the back door. Naturally, his qualifications are extremely poor, and his martial arts are naturally not good. What's more, this guy has just started Soon, until now, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was just a kid at all.

The reason why a kid can get to this point is entirely because his luck is no worse than Su Yilai's. The two opponents he met before were exhausted in the previous games, and they were even injured. In person, this guy is just taking advantage of it.

The end result of picking up a bargain was being picked up by Su Yi. Before Su Yi took out his sword, he punched and kicked the little boy three times and made him cry. He threw in the towel in a hurry.

Yin Zhiping was lucky. In this round, he ran into a junior who hadn't started for a long time. Although he was injured, he still advanced easily.

At this point, Dabi once again ended a round.

Finally, Zhao Zhijing couldn't stand it any longer, and just as the next round of competition was about to start, this guy jumped out of the crowd, bowed to Wang Chu and said, Master, this disciple has something to say.

Oh, it's okay to say something.

Dare to ask my uncle, I teach the Dabi Quanzhen, but in order to let the disciples verify what they have learned in the past year, and let the teachers see the shortcomings of the disciples, this is why there is an annual competition. Dabi?

Wang Chu stroked his beard and nodded, and said: Zhijing, what you said is very reasonable. It was because of this consideration that Master Chongyang set up the annual competition. Sigh... Speaking of it, Quanzhen There are only a few of us who can teach it, the so-called Dabi, it only takes half an hour to finish, but now my Quanzhen Sect is growing stronger, but it will take three days to finish.

That's it... At a place Wang Chu couldn't see, Zhao Zhijing showed a sinister smile, and he said: The Quanzhen Sect holds a big competition, not to decide who wins or loses, we are all teachers of the same sect Brother, if we insist on ranking high and low, wouldn't it be hurtful, our purpose is to let the teachers and elders see clearly whether the juniors have taken a detour, so that they can give advice in the future.

But now that the big competition has gone on for more than half, Junior Brother Yang has never made a serious move. Doesn't this violate the purpose of the big competition? I am bold, and I ask my uncle to let the next round of competition be between me and Junior Brother Yang. showdown.

As if afraid of Wang Chuyi's misunderstanding, Zhao Zhijing explained: My nephew has often heard Qiu Shishu praise Junior Brother Yang a few years ago. I think his swordsmanship and internal strength are all extraordinary. If it is an ordinary disciple, I might not be able to test him. Deep and shallow, so the disciple recommended himself.

What Zhao Zhijing said made sense, but Wang Chuyi was speechless. In the past, to show fairness, all competitions were decided by lottery from beginning to end, and no one said anything gossip. But today, Su Yi was so relaxed from the beginning. In the end, he either had a bye or met women and children. If he really got the top four in this way, wouldn't the Quanzhen Grand Competition become a joke?

Wang Chuyi fell into a dilemma.

Uncle Master, this matter is inappropriate... Yin Zhiping also stepped forward and said, Uncle Wang, our Quanzhen Sect has always been fair and impartial, and Junior Brother Yang is just lucky. If we insist on appointing an opponent like this, how can we do that? Isn't it just gossiping and letting others laugh at our Quanzhen disciples for being narrow-minded, so that others can pass the test easily?

Junior Brother Yin, who are you calling narrow-minded? Zhao Zhijing was furious.

Yin Zhiping waved his sleeves and said, My little brother didn't say it was Senior Brother Zhao, so why should Senior Brother Zhao be seated with the same name?

You... Huh! Zhao Zhijing snorted angrily, and said to Wang Chuyi: The whole heart of this disciple is for Junior Brother Yang, for fear that he will go astray in his practice without knowing it, and I hope my uncle will learn from you!

Okay, stop arguing! Wang Chu yelled, turned his head helplessly, and asked Ma Yu, Senior brother, what's your opinion?

Ma Yu smiled slightly, and said, Let's look at the opinions of the parties involved, Kang'er, what do you think?

Su Yi took a step forward and said with a smile: Brother Zhao is very warm-hearted and considers his nephew wholeheartedly. The nephew is so moved that he wants to cry. How dare he refuse his brother's kindness? I will invite my brother for the next match. Forgive me.

Zhao Zhijing laughed in satisfaction, and looked at Su Yi with malice in his eyes, It's easy to say, Junior Brother Yang is talented, maybe it's Senior Brother, I'm not as skilled as others?

In that case, the next match will be between Kang'er and Zhijing. With Su Yi's consent, Ma Yu immediately made a decision.

The three of them walked back to the crowd, and as soon as they stood still, Yin Zhiping couldn't help but whispered: Junior Brother Yang, you're too impulsive... Zhao Zhijing just wanted to teach you a lesson because of your displeasure, how could you just be so obedient? Did you fall into his trap? If you don’t agree, the teachers will never force you!”

Su Yi smiled confidently, and said: Senior Brother Yin, don't panic, this guy wants to teach me a lesson, and I also want to exclude him from the top four! Our goals are the same gone.

But Zhao Zhijing's martial arts are by no means ordinary. The number one master of the three generations of the Quanzhen Sect is not boastful. Even I am not sure of winning! Yin Zhiping said with a little worry.

You don't have the certainty of victory. In fact, I didn't have it in the first place, but now, I do. Su Yi looked at Zhao Zhijing jokingly, and it happened that Zhao Zhijing also looked over. The two looked at each other. Su Yi showed his big white teeth. He gave him a bright smile, which made Zhao Zhijing's whole body hairy from laughing.