It was not until the host announced that Lin Huafang won the second round that Li Qiu woke up from the boxing state.
Li Qiu straightened up and kicked the white-faced scholar again. Then he turned around and came to the rope on the ring. He pointed at a black and red poisonous needle and said to the people in the stands: "He uses poisonous needles to hurt people."
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The people in the stands suddenly became indignant!
"Sure enough, the one who is close to Mo is evil! He can't be beaten, but he plots against him!"
"What King Yanbei is, he is just like a nest of snakes and rats!"
"Give them some punishment!"
"Yes! Reduce the qualification of one of their beaters!"
"agree!"
"Hands in favor!"
"Execute now!"
"Quiet! The request is invalid, the beating continues."
The boxing ring staff carried the white-faced scholar off the ring, and Li Qiu returned to Ye Chen with a tired look on his face.
"Well done, Li Qiu! Not only did you avoid the hidden weapon, but you also won the game!" Ye Chen praised.
"My speed is still too slow!" Li Qiu concluded to himself.
"That's for later. Let's sit down and rest for a while." Lin Hua hurried over and handed Li Qiu a bottle of mineral water.
Lin Huasen looked embarrassed!
I originally prepared a nine-man lineup, but it was disrupted by Lin Hua, a beast. Seeing that there were only two people left around me, I couldn't help but feel sad: "Are we really going to die here today?
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"Your Majesty! Let me play in this game!" the black-faced man looked at Lin Huasen and said.
"I'll go on! The prince's life or death depends on your efforts!" The drunkard Lao San said and walked onto the ring. He was also carrying a wine gourd in his hand.
He came to the ring, opened the wine gourd with a natural expression, raised his neck, and took two big gulps of wine.
"Good wine!" the drunkard Lao San said to himself.
He glanced at the other party with his eyes, and when he saw that no one came on stage, he raised his head again and took two sips.
"What a great drink! After today, I don't know if I can drink it again!" the drunkard, the third child, said with nostalgia.
At this time, Lidong slowly came to the ring.
"Little brother! Do you want a drink?" the drunkard asked teasingly.
"Thank you! I don't drink!" Lidong still replied slowly and leisurely.
"Wine is a good thing!" The alcoholic Lao San seemed not to come here to challenge, but to share his feelings about drinking.
"At the end of this round, can you finish the drink?" Lidong asked.
"I hope so!" the drunkard Lao San sighed.
"Why don't you finish your drink first, and then we fight?" Lidong said, seeming to be sympathetic.
"Thank you! I don't want to die here yet!" the drunkard Lao San said jokingly.
"Since you're here, let's stay. The wine in Shancheng is also good!" Lidong said.
"Okay! As long as you drink with me every day!" The alcoholic Lao San opened the wine gourd again, raised his head and took two sips.
"Attention!" Ye Chen suddenly shouted from the audience.
Following Ye Chen's shout, fire spewed out from the drunkard's mouth and headed straight for the Lidong front door.
"Villain!" When Lidong heard Ye Chen's shout, he saw a trail of flames rushing toward him and quickly dodged.
It's just that this flame is also mixed with a strong fragrance.
Lidong's mind immediately thought of drug addiction.
So, Lidong suddenly fell to the ground, rolled on the spot, away from the drunkard Lao San, and then stood up from the ring like a carp!
"Birds of a feather flock together! None of them are good!" Lidong cursed loudly.
"Hahaha! We are betting on life and death! We are not making friends. If you have any skills, just show them!" the drunkard Lao San said proudly.
"Huh! If you don't have the ability, you won't come here!" After saying that, Lidong suddenly waved his hand and made a gesture of throwing a dart at the drunkard Lao San.
The drunkard's third son turned around and hid. Immediately afterwards, Lidong turned around again and moved closer to the drunkard's third son with the same movement.
The drunkard's third son was hiding around, but he didn't see a dart. It turned out that this kid was fooling me, but just as he thought about it, Lidong had already arrived in front of the drunkard's third son.
The drunkard Lao San suddenly unscrewed the wine gourd again, and the mouth of the gourd was facing the beginning of winter. He slapped the gourd, and three silver needles shot out from the mouth of the gourd.
Lidong hurriedly stepped out and retreated. At the same time, he turned around and waved his hand, still moving closer to the drunkard Lao San.
The drunkard, the third child, quickly dodges again.
The two of them went back and forth and fought for more than ten minutes, but no one was hurt.
Lidong stopped and looked at the drunkard Lao San seriously. He knew that this guy must have some tricks that he hadn't used yet, and he couldn't hit him, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious!
Seeing the anxious look on Lidong's face, the drunkard Lao San was secretly happy because all he wanted was your eagerness for success.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and drank again, but before he could finish drinking, Lidong turned around again and pretended to throw a dart.
Everyone in the stands burst into laughter.
"People already know it's fake, so this trick is useless!"
"Can you use a new trick? Do you know this empty city strategy?"
"Ha ha ha ha"
However, Lidong ignored the ridicule of the people in the stands and continued to go his own way, approaching the drunkard Lao San step by step.
The drunkard, the third child, was shocked! If this kid really had a dart, he would be dead in one blow.
The drunkard Lao San said in his heart that he couldn't play anymore and had to take down this kid quickly to save his own life, so he suddenly spit out a stream of flames from his mouth and waited to see where Lidong would dodge this time, and then
Pounce on him and give him a fatal blow.
However, this time he made a mistake in his judgment. Instead of dodging, Lidong moved forward towards the flames. When the flames reached Lidong, he had just finished swinging the dart.
Next, a scene that surprised everyone at the scene happened. Two people on the ring fell to the ring at the same time.
The wine gourd of the drunkard Lao San also fell heavily on the ring, and the fragrant wine flowed out.
"What's going on? Why did both of them suddenly fall to the ground?"
"I don't know? I just looked at the flames and burned until the beginning of winter. I fell to the ground at the beginning of winter. But how could the drunkard Lao San also fall to the ground?"
A full five minutes have passed and there is still no movement in the ring!
The boxing ring staff hurriedly came to the ring and found that the drunkard Lao San had been hit by a dart in the throat and had died.
But Lidong was just drugged by the alcoholic Lao San!
The staff carried the two people off the ring and cleaned the ring!
"Your Majesty, I'm here, please take care of yourself!" The black-faced man looked at the Prince and said.
"Go! Everything for the king is up to you." The prince said with a solemn expression.
"Yes!" The black-faced man said, turned around and walked towards the ring.
"Boss, is it my turn this time?" Lin Hua asked impatiently.
"You may not have a chance. You can start planning for Yanbei now." Ye Chen said truthfully.
"This..." Lin Hua was speechless.
After Ye Chen finished speaking, he turned around and walked onto the ring.
"Why is this man still wearing a mask?"
"Maybe he doesn't want people to know his true face!"
"Tch! How about a fight and making it mysterious?"
The black-faced man looked at Ye Chen and said calmly: "Can you take off your mask?"
"Do you have what it takes?" Ye Chen asked contemptuously.
"Can't you take it off yourself?" the black-faced man asked again.
"I'm afraid!" Ye Chen said.
"What are you afraid of?" the black-faced man asked curiously.
"I'm afraid you'll turn into a ghost and come to me!" Ye Chen said expressionlessly.
"Hahaha, your tone is not small! I hope you have this ability!" The black-faced man said disapprovingly.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Ye Chen asked.
"Don't be in a hurry! We have plenty of time. Don't you think that the previous few games are all childish?" the black-faced man said unhurriedly.
"Oh? How do you say this?" Ye Chen asked with a curious look on his face.
"It doesn't feel like a martial arts competition at all!" the black-faced man said honestly.
"Today it's all about winning or losing, regardless of means! For example, your poisonous needles and wine gourds." Ye Chen said, slapping the black-faced man in the face unceremoniously.
"Hehehe! They are them, and I am me! I want to compete in my own way, what do you think?" the black-faced man said very calmly.