Very rubbish?

Lin Yi's voice was not too soft when he spoke.

In addition, the distance between him and Hu Yuanyang, Lei Zhou and others over there is not that far.

As soon as these words came out, the second generation people around them all looked at Lin Yi.

"Do you know what the third-grade Vajra is?"

"You say you are rubbish. You probably think that you are in an iron prison and cannot punch you to death, so you have the confidence to say this, right?"

"The ignorant are indeed fearless!"

They shook their heads and sneered at Lin Yigang's words.

"I'm afraid you won't even be able to pick up a finger from a third-grade Vajra."

Lei Zhou glanced at Lin Yi and said coldly: "Oh, no, I should put it another way."

"If a third-grade King Kong farts with such force, you will probably be blown to death directly. I won't even need to hit you!"

There was a lot of contempt in his words.

When he said this, everyone around him laughed.

It was only then that they smiled, and when they saw Hu Yuanyang's sullen face, everyone consciously shut their mouths again.

Gong Yi and Huang Jiaoer looked worried, but they couldn't say anything at the moment.

Everyone looked towards the boxing ring.

Meng Zhaolin stood in the center of the ring.

As a third-grade King Kong!

He looked around and saw cold eyes in his field of vision.

The people below were completely shocked.

Third grade Vajra.

This kind of strength has surpassed more than 90% of the people present.

After the crowd was silent for several minutes.

Finally, someone stepped onto the ring.

Anyone who dares to fight in this last boxing ring has the mentality of a gambler.

Of course, some people have some doubts about Meng Zhaolin's strength.

After all, he himself said the strength of the third-grade Vajra.

And the person he just defeated neatly and neatly was just a late-stage cultivation of Nei Jin.

A fifth-grade Vajra entered the iron prison.

Meng Zhaolin didn't say a word, and left quickly with the force of a tiger and a wolf.

Be bold, ruthless and decisive in your actions.

In less than half a minute.

The fifth-grade King Kong had his limbs broken off, like a dead dog, and was kicked down by Meng Zhaolin.

Then the second person, the third person...

Meng Zhaolin defeated five people in a row within ten minutes with a brazen appearance!

Anyone who takes the stage will be left crippled when they appear on stage.

The smell of blood permeated the air.

The audience in the stands were shocked by Meng Zhaolin's ferocious attack style.

"Who else?"

Meng Zhaolin took a deep breath and looked around.

His face was still calm and resolute, and the momentum throughout his body showed no sign of weakening. On the contrary, he felt like he was becoming more courageous as he fought.

Some of the boxers in the audience who originally planned to defeat Meng Zhaolin through wheel-and-wheel fighting all stopped at this time.

They had to think and wait, wondering whether the existence of a third-grade Vajra like Meng Zhaolin could defeat Hu Yuanyang in a lose-lose situation.

No matter which one of them wins, the others will be able to take the opportunity to challenge in the third round.

Maybe, a fisherman will be able to make a profit.

When everyone thinks this way, no one will take the stage again.

"These people are really rubbish."

Standing in front of the guardrail, Yaoyao yawned, squinted his eyes, and looked at Meng Zhaolin who was in the iron prison and on the ring, his eyes full of eagerness.

"With my brother Meng here, who can compete with me tonight?"

She was quite excited, and then she suddenly thought of something, and turned her head to look in the direction of Lin Yi, who was sitting there in the distance.

Although there was a long distance between them, Lin Yi was still sitting there.

"Brother Meng just hit some trash and showed his strength. I'm afraid you are scared to death now."

"let me guess."

"When the boxing ring ends this time and my brother Meng wins the final victory, will you be so scared that you will crawl over to me, kowtow to my brother Meng, and beg him to spare you?"

Talking to himself from a distance.

That scene appeared in her mind, and she seemed to be able to clearly see the look of fear on Lin Yi's face, which was originally indifferent to everything.

What a wonderful scene that would be?

Just thinking about it makes Yuanyuan extremely excited.

"Now, is there anyone who wants to challenge Meng Zhaolin?"

Meng Zhaolin waited in the boxing ring for a long time, but no one came up again.

The host finally took the microphone, came to the side of the ring, and spoke loudly.

Even though the ring host is used to watching countless boxing matches, when he arrived next to the ring this time and smelled the strong smell of blood in his nose that was so strong that it choked his throat, he couldn't help but get angry.

white.

The attack was really too harsh.

Originally, the first round of a boxing match, except for the last few boxers, usually wouldn't be too brutal. At most, they would beat people until they begged for mercy, rather than simply amputating their hands and feet.

But today, Meng Zhaolin made it clear that he was determined to win, and shocked the entire audience with his strong posture.

It is precisely because of this.

The first round often takes an hour or two and is over in just ten minutes.

On the steel pillars on all sides, you can still see traces of dripping blood.

"If no one comes on stage to challenge, then I will announce the result!"

The host shouted loudly and looked around, but no one answered: "The winner of the first round of competition is Meng Zhaolin!"

"He will enter the second round and be challenged to be our champion in this ring!"

"The long-term disciple of the prestigious Master Haizhou Lin, Hu Yuanyang, Master Hu!"

The host shouted at the top of his lungs.

As soon as his voice came out, the stands were full of people.

Countless eyes instantly fell on Hu Yuanyang who was sitting there.

"Master Hu is finally here!"

"In the past, fighting in the boxing ring was not very challenging. Isn't this Meng Zhaolin an upset tonight?"

"I don't know, damn, I'm crushing Master Hu! Master Hu will definitely win!"

The people below looked over there, talking and shouting one by one.

No matter how strong Meng Zhaolin was on the ring, the vast majority of people present still chose to believe in Hu Yuanyang sitting there.

Because he is a close disciple of the mysterious Master Haizhou Lin!

Because he has been winning in this last ring for half a month!

Because he has never been defeated so far!

"it's your turn!"

Meng Zhaolin grinned, squinted his eyes, and stared at Hu Yuanyang who was sitting there. He stretched out his hand and crossed his fingers: "Master Haizhou Lin's closed disciple?"

"Today, let me teach you something!"

His voice was cold, his whole body was filled with fighting spirit, and he looked like a lion ready to go berserk at any time!
Chapter completed!