The person guarding this ring was the former leader of the Five Villages in Liangbo Mountain, and was nicknamed Feilong Legs Xiaodong.
This man looks like a tall, thin middle-aged man, but his legs are extremely long and thick. Just like his nickname, this man has great leg skills and fierce kicks.
When the Eight Great Vajras surrounded Xie Changyuan, Xiao Dong was at the front as the main attacker, which shows that his leg skills are very good.
The person he was fighting was a thin, dark man wearing a sheepskin fur. According to people in the audience, he was also a master of kicking, and his training was called the Twelve-Way Tan Kick.
The two of them are both masters of kicking skills in the world, and their physical training levels are also close, so they were inseparable from each other for a while.
"Bang bang bang!"
The ring was filled with fierce energy. Xiao Dong and the thin black man were equally matched, and their movements were very fast. At first, they were testing each other's strength, but now they were fighting in close combat.
Legs collided with each other, making dull sounds.
"Look at the legs!"
The thin black man shouted loudly, flew into the air, and kicked Xiao Dong's chest three times in a row.
This kick does not fall into the category of pool kick. It is obviously a hidden trick of a man. The three kicks are repeated one after another and are full of strength. What is needed is a surprise.
Tan Kou has always been famous for its quick retraction and explosive power. Now the thin and dark man kicked out three times out of the blue, which really caught Xiao Dong off guard.
Xiao Dong raised his hands and crossed them in front of his chest. The opponent kicked out three times almost instantly. He only had time to block the kick that was coming straight to his face, and the remaining two kicked him solidly on the chest.
The powerful two feet were packed with Gang Qi and struck with hundreds of kilograms of force, directly kicking Xiao Dong back dozens of steps and almost causing him to fall off the stage.
Xiao Dong's face turned pale. Although he had removed some of the strength from his feet, the rest was enough for him to drink a pot.
In an instant, the thin black man had the upper hand, and the audience suddenly burst into warm cheers.
Most of the audience in the audience are martial arts warriors, and without exception they are passionate men who oppose the Twelve Divine Palaces’ entry into the Song Dynasty.
They are in the Jianghu and have no right to decide on the important matters of their family and country. They gather here and just want to use their meager efforts to kill the Twelve Divine Palaces.
"Come again!"
Xiao Dong took a breath, and the protective energy around his body surged, causing his hair to flutter.
He shouted loudly and pounced on the thin black man again to fight with each other. Accompanied by the cheers from the audience, the battle gradually became intense.
Next to it, at the only table on the fourth floor of the guest building, Xie Changyuan had already eaten all the food on the table, but he still held a chicken leg in his hand and ate it while walking down the stage.
On the opposite side, Princess Linyang was still there. Her beautiful eyes were solemnly watching the fight in the ring. When she saw the thin black man kicking out three kicks to force Xiao Dong back, she clenched her embroidered fist slightly. Apparently, she was a little excited in her heart.
It's just that it's never been shown.
Obviously, the eldest princess who loves poetry is also concerned about the outcome of the arena. In fact, this is a small-scale face battle between the East and the West, even if the people on the stage are all Easterners.
Just now, Xie Changyuan and Lin Yang had already discussed the next matters. Now that there was nothing to do, no one had any intention of leaving, so they turned their attention to the ring.
Seeing the fierce fighting on the stage, Lin Yang couldn't help but glance at Xie Changyuan, wondering what he was thinking.
The next moment, she laughed, shook her head, and asked.
"Xie Zhuangshi, who do you think can win?"
Princess Linyang's magnetic voice didn't seem to attract Xie Changyuan's attention.
He raised the chicken leg to his mouth without eating it, staring straight down with one eye. After a while, he said something.
"Children fighting."
Yes, to him, the fight between two ninth-level body-refining madmen was no more than a fight between children. Everyone present could not help but become speechless after hearing this.
In fact, Xie Changyuan's eyes did not stay on the ring between Xiao Dong and Xiao Dong for too long. His attention was attracted by a figure behind the ring.
The man was wearing a black cloak and was sitting on the ringmaster's seat in the middle. The wide hood covered half of his face, and the whole person sitting there was so gloomy that he looked like a demon.
Xie Changyuan recognized who this person was just by seeing half of his snow-white chin.