Chapter 1708

Night nongying won. Duanmu yawang naturally wanted to be happy for her and said congratulations to her.

The night made a shadow and saw that she looked depressed. She couldn't help saying, "aren't you happy?"

Duanmuya glanced at her with a faint look: "I'll have to fight with people later. If you can be happy?"

"That's right. Although you're sure to win, you've never had a happy time in the fight of exile." night nongying shrugged and added with gloating: "fortunately, my fight task is over. I should be able to sit in the audience. Keep working hard."

“……”

Duanmu yawang has an impulse to kick her away.

Night nongying saw that Duanmu yawang was unhappy, so he laughed and walked towards the audience. His leisurely posture really aroused envy.

But Duanmu yawang was helpless.

Night shadow is the fastest way to decide the outcome. Duanmu yawang doesn't need to wait long. The fighting of other groups has also been pulled down one after another.

Soon, the messenger went to the stage and said to the defeated people, "there are six people entering the second street, and there is still one place left. In addition, Miss Duanmu has not fought yet, you can fight in the form of fighting, and the winner can compete with Miss Duanmu for the last place."

There are six losers. Except for Fu Shangqing's serious injury, all the others just hang the lottery on their bodies. It's no problem to have another fight.

The messenger said the rules before. After hearing his words, the losers didn't look excited.

Several people were quiet for a while, and someone raised his hand: "Messenger, I quit."

The messenger looked at him and said, "go and sign the withdrawal confirmation and go down."

"Yes."

The man answered, went down, signed the confirmation, and left.

There are only dead people left on the stage.

The four of you looked at me. After some eye contact, they unexpectedly raised their hands, "Messenger, I also want to quit."

In other words, the only four people left will also quit the fight with Duanmu yawang.

When the audience looked, it was a wow.

"Is this retreat without war?"

"Yes, it's too demoralized. Didn't Duanmu yawang win without a fight and enter the second street without a fight?"

"Yes, that's too cheap, Duanmu yawang!" everyone still didn't have a big Duanmu yawang in their hearts and wanted to see her quickly driven away.

Duanmu yawang didn't expect this. She looked surprised.

The messenger's face remained unchanged and asked calmly, "are you sure?"

"Yes!"

The four nodded solemnly.

They have thought it over carefully. Duanmu yawang can resist even electricity. They don't have the power to fight her.

Mu Yang was not as strong as Duan Muya Wang, and Fu Shangqing almost died. Duan Muya Wang was so cruel and cruel that if they fought hard, wouldn't they die?

Since you don't have a chance to win, why risk your life?

The messenger listened to them and said faintly, "OK, go down and sign the exit confirmation."

The four men hung their heads and got off the stage.

The messenger stood on the stage, seemed to meditate for a moment, and swept to the humanity under the stage: "Over the years, there has never been a battle without a fight. Sometimes, the two two-on-two battle is not completely fair, and it depends on the opponent and transportation. A quota is very rare. Therefore, my envoy decided to give the people who lost the first and second round a chance. If you want to fight with Miss Duanmu, you can fight two-on-two by yourself. The only person who wins can have an opportunity Will compete with Miss Duanmu for the last place. "

As soon as these words came out, many people in the audience agreed, "the messenger has made a good decision. If such a good quota is handed over, it is too unreasonable."

The onlookers under the stage were happy, but the losers who lost the first and second rounds and had not left heard this, but they were not happy. Their faces were listless.

The messenger said, "those who want to fight for it can come on stage now."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was restless and looked in the direction of the gathering of losers.

But found that the losers were as quiet as chickens.

There was no excitement on his face.

And no one went on stage.

The messenger waited on the stage for half an hour, but no one came up.

He frowned, sighed in his heart, and felt reasonable.

He glanced at the losers and said faintly, "for the last time, is anyone going to fight?"

“……”

Still no one answered.

Some people in the audience began to mutter and satirize, "Why are they so afraid of Duanmu yawang like shrinking turtles? Why do they come to fight?"

The messenger's patience was also limited. Seeing that no one had responded, he said faintly: "since no one is willing to fight for opportunities, then the messenger announced that the last person to enter the second street is Miss Duanmu!"

As soon as these words came out, many viewers were angry and scolded, "these people are cowards. They don't even have the courage to fight. They have been practicing for so long. They really eat rice for nothing. How can such people have the face to live in this world?"

The losers didn't hear what everyone said, and the messenger seemed unheard of. He waved and said, "the fight on the third street is over, and you can leave."

Well, he took the lead in coming down from the stage.

At the same time, others slowly dispersed.

Duanmu yawang didn't expect his quota to come so easily. He was happy for a moment and went back to the little white deer and Fang ruoxing.

"Sister, you're great!"

As soon as she went back, the little white deer began to praise without stinginess. Fang ruoxing was also excited and flushed. "Miss Duanmu, I never knew I could win without fighting on this platform. Obviously, everyone dared not fight with you."

"Thank you," duanmuya said with a smile.

The night shadow tut tut twice and said contentedly, "well, as I said before, you may get a place without going on stage?"

"Yes, you are powerful." Duanmu yawang was in a good mood and didn't bother to argue with her.

"Your praise is not sincere at all."

Duanmu yawang was too lazy to pay attention to her. Yu Guang swept to Ximen yingyue and narrowed his eyes with a smile, staring at her with a pure and lovely face.

Duanmuya looked at her eyelids and suddenly remembered what Lord Fang said. He said that it would be much more difficult and disgusting to start from third street.

Simon yingyue appeared here. She also thought that she might trip her up or something.

However, today, except for Zhulong, she doesn't seem to have encountered any difficult role in the country. Ximen yingyue just responded to her. Today is much smoother than she thought.

Looking at Ximen yingyue's eyes, she wondered whether the difficulty had just begun now?