Blue Wolf managed to win the fight tournament in a dangerous way, successfully securing a spot in the second round for the Sect and avenging the tragic death of his brothers at the hands of the Windswept Boxer. He killed Tang Rong, the master of the Boxing Sect, on the spot, and gave the Boxing Sect a breath of air.

After the game, the injured blue wolf left with the help of the protégé of the boxing sect, and when he got out of the ring, he stopped when he passed in front of the dark night team, and looked at Li Xiaomeng from the side, his eyes were very complicated.

Li Xiaomeng didn't say anything, just blinked his eyes, and looked light.

Tang Rong was killed, and this was the only one of the popular fighters to die in the ring. The popular heads Sun Chenfeng and Zhang Qingshan didn't show any of the same expressions, other people's protégés can die, why can't their protégés die?

But those young fighters were very excited, although no one spoke, but there was too much murderous aura in their eyes, it was the flame of hatred. Li Xiaomeng was sure that if there weren't so many people here, they would rush out and tear the blue wolf apart.

Tang Rong's body was lifted down, and the totem at his waist near his ass loomed. If it weren't for the astonishing insight, it would have been impossible to notice that the North pants had concealed most of the pattern, and there would have been no suspicion.

The three people from the martial arts organization left the scene in turn, but Li Xiaomeng did not rush to follow the people in the dark back to the east wing, but followed the popular crowd seemingly casually, keeping a very suitable distance.

He watched the popular protégé carry Tang Rong's body away, watched the direction of his master Zhang Qingshan, and then made a note of the room that the master entered.

But Li Xiaomeng was still not sure whether the room that Master Zhang Qingshan was entering now was where he lived, and it was not easy to catch up directly, so after following for a distance, he turned around and walked to the side of the night. The resort is divided into four directions, east, west, north and south, and the area is large, and everyone has their own activity area, but the courtyard is public. Anyone can move around the yard at any time, but they don't communicate with each other, and their eyes are full of hostility.

Li Xiaomeng came to the door of the wing room in the dark night, leaning on the red lacquer pillar with the thickness of a person, smoking a cigarette, very comfortably, and his eyes swept to the side of the wind from time to time.

"Brother Xiaomeng, what are you doing?" Huang Qikun stuck up and asked.

Li Xiaomeng shrugged his shoulders: "The weather is good today, the wind will blow!"

The game was originally held in the evening, and now the west is red, and the sun will go down if it doesn't pass, and the lights will turn on, Li Xiaomeng is observing the situation over there, and he needs to find out which room the master Zhang Qingshan lives in.

"The blue wolf won, but the injury is not light!" Huang Qikun said in a deep voice, he knew the blue wolf, and the two of them were both soldiers, so they were a little sympathetic.

Li Xiaomeng nodded: "But compared to Niu Tou, his injury is much lighter, if he doesn't risk taking the knife with his head and fighting a protracted battle, I'm afraid the injury will be even more serious." ”

"Hehe, but he's definitely worse when he gets to the second round. Tang Rong died at his hands, and the people who were popular would definitely have a crazy revenge in the second round, and their eyes could see it!"

"You see that, too?"

"Of course!"

"Well, you're right. The first round is just a drill, and the second round will be even more brutal!"

"I don't know why, but I always feel that there is an indescribable temperament in these popular fighters, and the friendship between them is terrible. The moment Tang Rong was knocked down, the few boxers present almost couldn't sit still, and they all wanted to kill the blue wolf!"

In fact, there is a deep affection between the fighters under the three martial arts organizations, and it is normal for their own people to be killed, and some reactions from the people in the same sect. But what Huang Qikun said is right, the love between the popular disciples is not simple, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

"This shows that they are not just brothers in the same sect!" Li Xiaomeng threw most of the cigarette butt on the ground, twisted it with his foot, and said meaningfully.

.......

Niu Tou had beaten Chen Yang of the Fist Sect in the previous day's competition, paid a very painful price, and was still receiving treatment in a chamber in the dark night of winter. Long Banshan and the medical staff brought with him were doing their best to help Niu Tou recover, and Li Xiaomeng and his party came to Niu Tou's room together.

There are two other brothers who have won the previous competition, both of whom are being treated, and the room is filled with the smell of Chinese medicine.

Long Zihao and the people from the Red Fist Alliance he found also followed, and now the people from the Red Fist Alliance are also part of the dark night.

How to arrange the appearance of the later games depends on the arrangement of Long Banshan, Kun Cha of the Red Boxing League walked into the room with a straight face, looking domineering.

"Master!" Long Zihao came to his father, Long Banshan, and said in a low voice.

Long Banshan raised his hand to signal Long Zihao to be quiet, while continuing to heal the bull's luck.

"Master, I'll come!" the elder on the side came up and said.

Long Banshan shook his head and refused, using qigong to help Niu Tou and the other two disciples heal their injuries can make them get better faster, but luck healing is a very draining thing for luck people, Long Banshan refuses to let others do it, especially not let people who have to participate in the later competitions, and this elder has already done a luck healing yesterday, and now he can't let him do it anymore, he has to do it himself.

Everyone stood next to them, quietly waiting for Long Banshan to finish the matter.

After a round of luck was over, Long Banshan was already a little out of breath.

"Let's all go next door and let them rest well!" Long Banshan stood up and said softly.

Everyone had no objection and followed Long Banshan out of the door.

It was already dark, and the courtyard was lit up.

Long Zihao and the people of the Red Fist Alliance, Li Xiaomeng and Huang Qikun naturally divided into two teams, unwilling to stand together.

"Master, tomorrow is the night of our Fist Sect's people, haven't we decided who to let play?" Long Zihao asked impatiently.

Long Banshan sat down on a chair and took a deep breath: "I'm still thinking about it!"

"Master Long, are you worried about our strength?" At this time, the tall and cold Kuncha took the initiative to interject and asked in broken Chinese.

Long Banshan raised his head and stared at Kuncha, and smiled: "I know that you are the number one master of the Red Fist Alliance, and you have won the three consecutive Thai championships, but I don't know the strength of these five people you brought." You've watched today's game, and you're likely to die in the ring, after all, you're not my night people, if I let you go up and die, this is something I can't do!"

"Master Long said that, I and Long Gongzi are the best friends, and the few people I brought are my most loyal followers. None of them fear death and are willing to use their lives to help Dark Night achieve your great goals!"

"Heh, I'm really glad that Zihao has a righteous friend like you!" When Long Banshan spoke, he glanced at his son Long Zihao.

"It's an honor!" Kun Cha didn't know if he really didn't understand or deliberately pretended not to understand, he actually put one hand on his chest in salute, and there was a hint of smugness on his face.

"Boss, at this time, is there anything more important than getting more places to enter the second round?" Long Zihao's eyes widened, and he said to Long Banshan a little angrily, he is an authentic Chinese, of course, it is easy to see what Long Banshan means, but he believes that he is right to invite Kuncha.

Now that the momentum of the people who are popular is so strong, there are not many people who can use it in the dark night, and the first three who won the victory are all seriously injured, and entering the second round will definitely be a burden. Therefore, the only way to get more places is to win as soon as possible, and it is best to win by an overwhelming margin, and not to be seriously injured after winning the second game. Long Zihao himself must fight, he is sure and does have the strength to win beautifully, but it is not enough for him alone, it is necessary to let Kuncha's people play.

"Let me think about it again, and make a decision tomorrow!" Long Banshan coughed and waved his hand to signal everyone to leave, "It took a lot of energy to heal the bull's head just now, I'm tired, you all go back and rest!"

"Master!" Long Zihao shouted.

"What, do you want me to say it a second time?" Long Banshan turned his head abruptly and glared at Long Zihao.

Long Zihao was deflated, stopped talking, and walked away angrily, and Kuncha and the others also followed Long Zihao out. Li Xiaomeng and Huang Qikun were the same, but before taking away, Li Xiaomeng and Long Banshan looked at each other, and both nodded slightly.

Out of the door, Long Zihao suddenly stopped Li Xiaomeng, and Kun Cha, who was originally very humble in front of Long Banshan, also crossed in front of Li Xiaomeng and Huang Qikun.

"The surname is Li, let me tell you, you'd better not make trouble, otherwise I want you to look good!"

Li Xiaomeng raised the corners of his evil mouth, you want me to look good, do you have this strength?

"How can I make trouble?" Li Xiaomeng spread his hands very scoundrelly and looked at Kun Cha, "I'm just curious about how high your Thai friends are, they all play Muay Thai, what is the difference compared to Tang Rong who died in the ring today!"

"Do you want to compete with me?" Kun Cha stared at Li Xiaomeng and said disdainfully.

Li Xiaomeng smiled: "Of course not, I am a person from the dark night, and if I want to fight, I will fight in the ring." Unless you don't really help the night, I won't beat you!"

"What do you mean by that? You can definitely beat me?" Kun Cha understood the meaning of Li Xiaomeng's words, and became full of gunpowder.

"Who knows!"

Leaving behind a scoundrel's words, Li Xiaomeng and Huang Qikun walked towards their room, leaving the indignant Long Zihao and Kun Cha and the others.

"I'm going to unscrew your nasty head sooner or later!" Kun Cha stared at Li Xiaomeng's back, his fists clenched tightly.

This book was first published.

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