The commoner old man faced the audience, smiled and held his fists in his hands, saying: "Who else can come up and have a few moves with me?"
When the heroes in the audience heard this, they all looked left and right, as if to see who was going to compete.
However, there was silence in the audience, and there was no response for a long time. It was obvious that this man's name was not in vain. For a moment, the raging arena became silent, and everyone was waiting for the "lead bird".
The old man in civilian clothes smiled calmly and said: "Dear brothers, these are the last two games. If you miss this time, friends who are not from different sects will not be qualified to come up."
As soon as he said this, there was a lot of discussion in the audience.
"It seems that there is no chance this time. This person's martial arts is so high, we will die if we go up!"
"Oh - what can we do? Who told others to be born first? They have practiced kung fu for several years before you and I. If we can't play this time, then let's do it next time!"
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Taoist Baiqing, the master of Ziyun Temple, who was standing at the entrance of the left tent with an angry look, looked at the rows of benches behind the arena, and asked angrily: "Is there any one of you four who is willing to go on stage to compete with masters from various sects?
The rights of the overlord?”
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he looked down at the ring and saw several rows of benches arranged there, surrounded by hemp ropes. Sure enough, four people were sitting on them.
One of the four people included the short and fat man who had just won three games in a row. The other three were also tall and burly, full of arrogance, and faintly exuded a powerful power that could make people tremble.
However, when asked by Taoist Baiqing, all four of them looked hesitant and didn't know why.
When Taoist Baiqing saw this, he was obviously very angry. He looked at the four of them and said in a serious tone: "If you miss this opportunity, you will have no chance to go on stage. I advise the four of you to take turns to go on stage and give it a try."
Upon hearing this, the commoner old man couldn't help but look up and laugh out loud: "Master Baiqing, people don't care about the overlord's throne, so why do you force others to make things difficult?"
Taoist Baiqing said angrily: "Pindao is one of the deacons of the conference and has the responsibility to explain the rules of the conference to the martial arts friends participating in the competition..."
Juzi had just finished drinking when a loud shout suddenly sounded from under the stage: "I'm here to meet you!"
Amidst the loud shouting, he jumped up to someone.
The crowd in the audience took a look and saw that it was the short, fat man who had just won three games in a row.
The commoner old man laughed peacefully, nodded repeatedly, and said in praise, "Okay, okay, you won three games in a row just now, and everyone in the audience saw it. You have a good foundation, and you have the hope of seizing the hegemony of the southeastern martial arts world."
The short, fat man raised his eyebrows after hearing this and asked proudly: "So, you are going to give up the throne of overlord to me? Then I will reluctantly accept it!"
The commoner old man smiled calmly, shook his head and said: "No, the so-called "doing your duty" means you must have some real ability and hard work. If I give up to you this time, and you lose the next time, wouldn't it be a pity?"
The short, fat man was furious and shouted loudly: "You dare to make fun of me, old boy."
Amid the loud shouts, he took two hurried steps forward, swung his right fist violently, and with a whoosh, struck the old man in cloth in the face.
The commoner old man laughed, his figure remained motionless, and he raised his hand to hold the short, fat man's fist.
The short and fat man was shocked, his fat face turned red, he struggled hard and shouted loudly, but the old man in commoner clothes in front of him still smiled and stood still, like a Mount Tai, which could not move at all despite the wind and rain.
Aunt Shan snorted and said angrily: "As an elder, his martial arts skills are naturally superior to others. Even if the other party calls him an old boy, he shouldn't make fun of others..."
Shangguan Xiaowan had already noticed that Nangong Haotian's eyebrows were furrowed and his expression was uncertain. She was afraid that he might be upset and come on stage to fight. After thinking about it, she quickly touched Aunt Shan with her elbow.
However, how did Shangguan Xiaowan know that although Nangong Haotian was looking at the ring, he was thinking about something else? He couldn't find Shangguan Mi for a long time, and it was not easy for so many people to see Shangguan Mi, so he was already a little anxious.
, If I can't kill Shangguan Mie today, I don't know how long it will be before I have a chance next time with the cunningness of the trickster.
While thinking about it, Nangong Haotian thought: The only feasible strategy for the current plan is to lure the enemy into his shell. He should first stand in the light and lure Shangguan Mie to come to him on his own initiative or plot against him.
Of course, this was too dangerous, but he thought that except this time, it would be difficult to find the exact whereabouts of Shangguan Mi again. After thinking for a moment, he had to take this risk.
Moreover, Nangong Haotian, who possesses the Magic of Transforming Waste into God, may not necessarily be afraid of anyone. As long as he is careful, with such a unique skill as Hand of God, it may be difficult to find anyone more powerful in the world.
However, Nangong Haotian was worried about pretending to be an old devil and went to find Liu Qingqing last night. Liu Qingqing was deeply afraid that Shangguan Mie would secretly murder him, so he entangled Shangguan Mie today.
Otherwise, why is Liu Qingqing not here today? You must know that she is the instigator of this competition! The master is not here, so it seems that there must be something unusual about this matter.
While I was thinking about it, suddenly the whole temple erupted in exclamation.
Nangong Haotian hurriedly took a look and saw the old man in cloth clothes on the stage, his hands shaking slightly, the short and fat man sweating profusely, groaning, kicking repeatedly, waving his arms, shaking his body towards the edge of the stage
Retreat.
If he continued to retreat, he would probably not be able to stand firm on the stakes and would probably fall to the stage, which shocked the heroes in the audience to scream.
At this moment, a figure flashed, and someone jumped up, stretching out his arms to support the short, fat, strong man's body as he retreated.
Nangong Haotian quickly took a closer look and found that the man who flew onto the ring to support the short, fat man was the middle-aged man in yellow shirt who was sitting next to the fat man just now.
The old man in cloth clothes was stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to say something, the middle-aged man had already supported the fat man and jumped off the ring.
Seeing this funny scene, the crowd in the audience became more and more enthusiastic in their discussions, obviously dissatisfied with the behavior of the common man.
The commoner old man looked at ease, looking at Taoist Baiqing who was still standing in the left shed, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Immortal Baiqing, I think I will advance after just two games. We will meet in the afternoon, any gang sect
You can all challenge me..."
But before he finished speaking, Taoist Baiqing, who was trembling with anger and secretly anxious, suddenly shouted angrily: "Wait a minute..."
The commoner old man was stunned and asked: "What, are you going to come on stage early to quarrel with me?"
Taoist Baiqing was so angry that his little eyes were piercing and his face was livid, and he said: "Don't rely on your old age and show off your old skills, and rely on your skills to dominate others. How dare you say that there are no masters in the southeastern martial arts world? How dare you say that there is no one like you, Old Man Liang, among the heroes in the audience.
My rival?"
The commoner old man laughed and said: "I don't dare to boast about this Haikou. The Southeast Wulin has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There are many amazing masters. But then again, there are no tigers in the mountains and monkeys are kings. If the masters don't show up, then the overlord of the Southeast Wulin should be
I'll do it."
"Amitabha!" Master Ming Ran, who was standing at the entrance of the right colored shed, loudly announced the name of the Buddha and said: "All the donors in the audience, if no one comes up to the stage, this third scene will..."