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Seeing Tu Yutian's chess game, he almost got the knife. The owner of the hall on the chair below could no longer sit still and started to talk.

One of the owners whispered nervously: "Has Master Butcher lost a move?"

The owner of the restaurant, who was about fifty years old, smiled faintly: "Master Luo, don't be nervous first. Although the butcher retreated, he still made a move before leaving, so that the person named Tang dared not pursue him. He had a good grasp of the virtual and real ones. It can be seen that the butcher was at ease and had a disadvantage in one and a half moves, which was not in the way of trouble."

The young owner named Luo nodded and said, "Master Zhao's words make sense, it's because I can't hold back."

The other owner of the cafeteria wearing gray silk training suit on the left sneered, "Master Zhao, are you too optimistic? Master Zhao is not good at eight-slashing swords at all. He is now trying to fight against the enemy's strengths with his own weaknesses. It seems nothing to lose one move, but there is a saying that goes. A thousand-mile dike will collapse into a hole. If Master Zhao doesn't change to the lion claw hand to fight the enemy, he will probably lose the second move, and the third move will eventually be completely defeated!"

Master Zhao immediately became unhappy and smiled and retorted, "Master Hong, I heard that you competed with this man named Tang and lost! It seems that you lost a lot in that game, otherwise how could you know this man surnamed Tang and be so unconfident in Master Butcher?"

Master Hong's eyes twitched when he heard this. He really lost a lot when he competed with Tang Qingtai that day.

Tang Qingtai not only has high skills, but also has rich practical experience, so he is not comparable to ordinary martial artists like them.

In that day's competition, Tang Qingtai defeated him almost completely with three punches and two kicks. He was defeated first and then he was so embarrassed that he was not ashamed! Even though many students dropped out of school that day!

This incident became Master Hong's scar. Now it was revealed by Master Zhao in public. His old face suddenly became embarrassed and stood up and shouted: "My surname is Zhao, what do you mean?"

Master Zhao spread his hands and said, "It's not interesting. I just think Master Hong is a bit ambitious and destroys his own prestige. But it's understandable that you may be afraid of being beaten by the man named Tang!"

Master Hong, who was so merciless and angry, could not bear it and immediately rushed over and beat someone up!

Seeing this, several of the museum owners next to him quickly stepped forward and held the two of them!

"Master Hong, Master Zhao, don't do this, you have something to say!"

"At this time, we should share the same hatred of the enemy!"

"Yes, you are not making fun of others!"

"If there is anything, it's not too late to talk about it after Master Butcher finished fighting."

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After being persuaded by everyone, Master Hong finally stopped and gritted his teeth and said, "Missing today, Hong will come to visit him and ask Master Zhao's Mantis Fist!"

Master Zhao raised his hand and bowed: "Mr. Zhao is always waiting for Master Hong to be a big move!"

The two of them sat down, and the other museum masters shook their heads and sat down, looking at the competition platform.

On the stage, Tu Yutian had already reorganized his position, and the big butterfly knife posed in front and behind, slowly stepping.

Tang Qingtai's Yuanyang Axe protected him in front of him and said calmly: "Please, Master Butcher."

Tu Yutian snorted coldly, twisted his waist and stepped forward, and took the initiative to attack. The sword flashed and hit the strange weapon in Tang Qingtai's hand.

Tang Qingtai raised his hand and the weapons intersected, which aroused the sound of metal and iron.

The sound of the sound was not stopped. Tu Yutian's other knife had already turned around in his hand, and he wiped it straight towards Tang Qingtai's neck with the momentum of holding the knife in his backhand.

Competitions are not life-and-death struggles, so all the weapons have not been exposed. However, even so, it will never be easy to be swept by a blunt attack.

Tang Qingtai did not block it. He took a quick step back and immediately staggered half of his body with Tu Yutian. He turned the mandarin duck axe in his hand, and the outer arc blade cuts Tu Shutian's wrist.

Tu Yutian shrank his arm and returned to defense. The butterfly knife knocked away the Yuanyang Axe, but his other hand stabbed in front of lightning and pointed directly into Tang Qingtai's chest.

This time, Tu Yutian let go of his hands and feet. The butterfly sword was like an arm and used his fingers. The sword force was continuous, which was no less than the skill in his hands.

The two of them were on the stage, attacking and defending each other. The butterfly sword and the mandarin duck axe collided from time to time, making a crisp sound, and the sword light and sword shadows intertwined into a silver light!

A group of martial artists from both north and south stared at the stage, not even daring to breathe, for fear of missing a wonderful trick in one breath.

Especially the owners of Chacheng have basically never fought with life and death on weekdays. Most of their experience comes from some competitions. There are very few fights with real swords and guns. They have never encountered such fights, and they even rarely see them.

This time, they were really open to their eyes and were also amazed in their hearts!

No wonder Tu Yutian is so arrogant. As expected, Baodao is old and his skills are definitely not comparable to them. He has never lost even after fighting with Tang Qingtai for so long!

"Damn!" The sound of weapons handover suddenly sounded on the stage again. Tang Qingtai frowned and was knocked back by Tu Yutian with a knife!

Tu Yutian shouted loudly, rushed forward as he pursued the victory, pressed his swords against the Yuanyang Axe, and sent it to Tang Qingtai's chest.

Mao Jiajie was frightened and couldn't help but shout, "Senior Brother, be careful!"

All the martial artists from other provinces who came to watch the battle exclaimed. Although they had known that they were here to cooperate with Tang Qingtai and Tu Yutian today, the two of them had such a strong smell of gunpowder, and it seemed that they had already made real fire. The fake drama was really done!

As for the owners on the other side, they cheered Tu Yutian loudly, hoping that he could slash Tang Qingtai on the ring with one knife and let out a harsh vent for them.

But the next scene surprised everyone present!

Tang Qingtai's right foot seemed to have a root, nailed it to the table, and his body turned halfway, raised his left arm to block Tu Yutian's knife. Even if the knife was cut, it still showed a red and purple bruise on his arm.

Tang Qingtai was very tough and did not hum after being hit. He took the opportunity to sweep the round blade in his hand and swept across Tu Yutian's forehead.

Tu Yutian had no time to breathe and retreat, so he could only lean his head back, but he was still a little slower. The corners of his eyes were swept by the blade, and a burning pain suddenly came from one eye.

Tang Qingtai succeeded with one move, and even took advantage of his illness to kill him. He knocked away the butterfly knife pressed on his hand, and thrust it over, and the mandarin duck shaved to Tu Yutian's chest!

Tu Yutian, with one eye closed, held Tang Qingtai's Yuanyang Axe and asked in a low voice: "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten Mr. Dai's explanation and really decided to decide the winner on the stage?"

Tang Qingtai responded with a smile: "I'm not crazy, I remember Mr. Dai's words! Master Butcher Don't worry, Tang will lose to you in the end, but you won too easily, aren't you afraid that these owners of Chacheng will be suspicious?"

Tu Yutian said: "Even if you make sense, now we have been fighting for a long time, it's time to come to an end!"

Tang Qingtai said: "It should be. Let's make a gesture for a while, and Tang can lose to the butcher in a legitimate way."

Tu Yutian cursed: "My grass, you still want..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Qingtai was already retreating, and at the same time he kicked Tu Yutian straight into the heart.

Tu Yutian strongly expressed his willingness to have a super friendly relationship with Tang Qingtai's female family in his heart, and at the same time he kicked him helplessly.

The two of them hit a single leg and retreated one after another!

After setting apart, Tang Qingtai laughed and said, "It's great to be happy. Tang hasn't beaten so happily for a long time. The butcher is indeed very skillful."

Tu Yutian, who suffered a lot of losses in secret, had a bad face as bad as dog shit, "It's easy to say."

After two choking sounds, Tang Qingtai actually threw the Yuanyang Axe and moved his hands and feet, "We have compared the weapons, butcher, why don't we compare the fists and feet again?"

Tu Yu was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Tang Qingtai clearly didn't want him to win so well, but he could only nod, "You are a guest from afar, you have the final say, Tu must be with him to the end!"

While speaking, he glanced at the squid incense, only one-third of which was left, and he couldn't help but feel anxious! If there was no way to defeat Tang Qingtai before the online incense burned out, it would not only be embarrassing, but his plan with Mr. Dai would also be vain!

At the same time, he was so depressed that he had discussed with Tang Qingtai before, but when he arrived at the ring, this guy was slanderous and still was still running around on the stage. He didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd.

Tu Yutian made up his mind to ignore Mr. Dai's instructions first, and then he had to do his best to put his best to put Yang down to truly resolve the current dilemma. Therefore, he immediately threw away the big butterfly knife, held his claws in both hands, and pounced at Tang Qingtai like a fierce lion.

"Oh, Master Butcher comes out with the lion claw hand!"

"He finally used his trick at the bottom of the box!"

"But there's not much time."

"Come on, Master Butcher!"

"Come on, Master!"

The owners of a group of halls and an apprentice all cheered for Tu Yutian.

Tang Qingtai was not afraid and bravely met.

When the two collided, the shadows of the fist and wind claws flew, and they fought for the gap between the square feet without giving in a move. A series of dense muffled sounds like firecrackers immediately rang out on the stage.

After many moves back and forth, Tu Yutian finally seized an opportunity. His index finger and thumb bent like claws and plucked out Tang Qingtai's eyes!

He had already exerted his liver fire and murderous aura emerged.

This is how it is! Tang Qingtai laughed instead of anger, and walked up to his claws like a beast, his head slightly tilted, avoiding important positions, and his palms stabbed Tu Yutian in the chest like a knife!

Tu Yutian gritted his teeth, exerted force on his hand, and grabbed two blood marks from the corner of his eyes, but his chest was penetrated by the tips of his palms, which made him almost unable to turn around in one breath. He endured the severe pain in his chest, and grabbed his hands like claws again!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Tang Qingtai would retreat at a little bit on his legs!

Tu Yutian was bullying himself and grabbed Tang Qingtai's right hand and pulled it fiercely.

"Hiss" sounded like the sound of clothes cracking!

Tang Qingtai's sleeve was torn apart by Tu Yutian, and his arm caught five blood grooves, and blood splattered!

Tu Yutian was in power and flew up, hitting Tang Qingtai's chest.

Tang Qingtai groaned, flew backwards and fell under the ring.

For a moment, the whole audience was quiet.

After a while, Wu Ting shouted: "Master Tang is out, Master Butcher wins!"

"Win, Master Butcher won!"

"Master Butcher finally won."

"Master Butcher did a pretty job!"

"You bastards, now you know how powerful my Chacheng martial artist is!"

"Long live the master!"

The sound of thunder was heard in the boxing gym. Hearing these cheers, Tu Yutian's tense nerves finally gradually relaxed, turned his head to look at Shinxiang, and there was only a little left.

If you drag it for another minute or two, even if you defeat Tang Qingtai, it will not be so beautiful.
To be continued...