In the venue, on the highest stands, the underground power giants of the major cities of the five provinces were seated safely in order.

"Unexpectedly, the big boss of the Apocalama is also here, President Wang, don't you think it's dangerous for a woman to sit in a man's nest?"

Liu Ke sat in a wheelchair and teased in a sharp voice.

"Liu Ke, I can't imagine it, you were abolished in less than a year, it's really surprising to me! Sister Hu, I think we have to give a reward to the person who abolished Liu Ke!"

Wang Lisha's reply, poking straight into the lung tube, made Liu Ke so angry that his eyebrows were upside down, and he stood up and prepared to teach Wang Lisha, an ugly woman, a lesson.

At this moment, a young man in his twenties, the speaker of the Huang family in Hewan City, stood up, interrupted Liu Ke, and said loudly:

"Ahem...... Ladies and gentlemen, the purpose of the Five Provinces Martial Arts Conference is to let the major forces use their strength to resolve disputes, Liu Ke, Wang Lisha, if you want to fight the winner, you can send someone to the ring. There's no point in arguing about the interests of your tongue here, how about you? Are you two going to send someone on stage?"

Liu Ke grinned, and directly replied to the young man:

"Huang Dashao, the leader of the last alliance was your father, not you, where is your turn to call the shots here. ”

This sentence really hit the nail on the head, and the audience was silent for a moment, and no one refuted it for a while.

In the final analysis, the Huang family of Hewan City was the winner of the last martial arts conference, and according to the rules, the Huang family should have presided over this martial arts conference.

But the head of the Huang family died of illness not long ago, leaving orphans and widows, and the young Huang Dashao hurriedly ascended to the throne.

The power is not stable, and it coincides with the opening of a new martial arts conference, and the position can be described as very embarrassing.

Most of the major forces present did not take him seriously.

Even if Liu Ke humiliated and accused him in person, there was no one to protect him at all, and he was weak.

"Liu Ke, don't deceive people too much......" Huang Dashao was young after all, and he was left aside by everyone, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Young master, stop your anger. ”

The old man behind Huang Dashao stretched out his withered hands and gently pressed them on Huang Dashao's shoulders, shaking his head at him and saying nothing.

After being reminded by the old man, Huang Dashao finally endured the precarious sitting and stopped talking.

Instead, an obese middle-aged man sitting next to Liu Ke stood up leisurely, pointed to a pigtailed man in front of him and said:

"Luo Ke, the gambling house in Qianliang Town, our two families have been fighting for more than half a year, and both sides have casualties, so it's better to fight it out here!"

The man with dreadlocks was also untimid, stood up, and shouted:

"Hehe, Liu Fatzi, why did you get together with me, today I specially invited the heir of the Great Sage, you just wait to be abused by Lao Tzu!"

"Okay! I'm waiting!"

The two already have a deep grudge, and they no longer hide it at the martial arts conference,-for-tat, and the ** smell is instantly permeated.

Qianliang Town is a small town located at the junction of two national highways, with an area of only a dozen square kilometers, and belongs to the border of the two cities.

It is a transportation hub that communicates the north and south of Jiangsu Province, and every year there are thousands of various types of cars refueling and resting in Qianliang Town, and there are dozens of service stations alone.

There are many drivers from all walks of life, so there are many entertainment venues such as bathing centers and underground gambling houses.

Luo Ke and Liu Fatzi belong to two cities, and they both want to enjoy this piece of fat for themselves and drive each other out of this fat territory.

Today, they will have a showdown at the martial arts conference to decide the ownership of the territory of Qianliang Town.

"Niu Kun, come out. Let them see how powerful the Great Sage is!"

Roque, who was wearing dreadlocks, shouted loudly, and a swarthy man in linen clothes stepped out and stepped into the ring.

The man was shaved, dressed in sackcloth, with straw sandals on his feet, and his skin was dark and shiny.

At first glance, he looks like an ordinary farmer in the field, but this person has tight muscles and a lean body.

Liu Fatzi glanced at the silly Niu Kun in the ring, and couldn't help laughing:

"Roque, this is your choice? This fool was caught by you from a nearby field, right? If you really don't have the manpower to admit defeat!

Liu Fat Man laughed heartily, then lazily stretched out his hands, clapped his hands, and shouted proudly:

"Roque, you kid is optimistic, this is Lao Tzu spent 500,000 US dollars to hire a black belt jiu-jitsu master from the Rakshasa country, Tors!"

"Just watch your mud legs being torn to pieces by Lao Tzu's Rakshasa grizzly bear!"

Liu Fatzi's voice just fell.

I saw that a blond man with a big waist and a round waist wearing a wide judo uniform walked into the ring and stood opposite Niu Kun.

A cow kun with a mediocre appearance and a mud leg.

One is a burly fighter with a tongue in Russian, a master black belt in jiu-jitsu.

The contrast between the two standing in the ring is quite strong, you must know that this black belt master of the Rakshasa Kingdom crushed Niu Kun in both size and physique.

Roque stared at Thors, shook his dreadlocks, and smiled silently.

In the audience, Wang Kaishen hugged Yuan Linlin's waist, pointed at Niu Kun on the stage and laughed loudly:

"It's just laughing to death, I thought there would be any surprises in the special scene of Wulin Feng, even this kind of crooked melon and cracked dates can come to the stage? Why didn't he go home and farm!

"But isn't it, Kaishen, are we going to bet on that foreigner to win?" Yuan Linlin lay in Wang Kaishen's arms with admiration in her eyes.

"Of course, all bet on Russian black belt jiu-jitsu masters, Chinese martial arts are a fart, and in my opinion, foreign martial arts are more interesting!"

Wang Kaishen is a leading party who admires foreigners in his bones, in his opinion, only the fighting skills of Western foreigners are the real fighting skills, and China's so-called national arts and martial arts are just the products of Chinese martial arts novels that I have read too much and are obscenity.

Yuan Linlin was full of admiration at this time, so naturally she would not refute it, but felt that Wang Kaishen's unpretentious, confident and proud appearance was a real man.

On the other hand, Lin Feng is timid and cowering, he is simply a coward.

Yuan Linlin did not doubt him, and according to Wang Kaishen's intentions, all the funds on hand were put on the Russian judo master.

Lin Feng was silent on the side, just raised his head and glanced at the two people in the ring, and there was already a result in his heart.

took out his mobile phone, clicked on Niu Kun's photo on the betting software, and cast 10 million heavy bets!

......

Soon, the referee came to the stage, and the first competition of the martial arts conference began with a whistle!

"Boy, you are unlucky to meet me today, so let me completely solve you in one minute!"

Tors spoke broken Chinese, roared loudly, and the soles of his feet suddenly exerted.

The grizzly-like majestic body pounced on Niu Kun's waist, and a pair of big hands reached out together, and the gesture was to tightly grab Niu Kun's thin waist, and directly defeat the opponent with a wrestling!

Looking at the opponent who was like a heavy tank, galloping savagely and reloading, a glint flashed in Niu Kun's eyes, and he slipped directly under Thors's crotch, and deftly dodged Thors's grappling and falling.

Jiu-Jitsu is actually a hand-to-hand grappling technique that focuses on the strength and skill of human joints and bones.

Niu Kun saw Tors' intentions at a glance, and he was so slippery that he didn't fight with Thors at all.

Even if Tors had tried his best to capture Niu Kun, Niu Kun's small size and flexible movements did not give him a chance at all.

"Roar, you coward, attack if you have one!" Thors roared furiously.

Niu Kun completely ignored it, still flickering and moving, not giving Thors the slightest chance.

"What kind of thing is this! It's like a fight between elementary school students, does this mud leg have any competitive spirit!

Wang Kaishen couldn't bear to yell, he already looked down on Guoshu, and he was even more merciless when he slandered it.

Lin Feng stared at Niu Kun's right hand, smiled slightly, and whispered indifferently:

"It's been so long, and you're finally going to make a move?"