The sky is slightly bright.

A figure stood in the courtyard practicing boxing, each punch was strong and powerful, and the body was full of energy, and Chen Xuan stopped practicing for a long time.

He came to the stake in front of him, opened his footsteps, and threw a punch hard.

Click!

The top half of the stake flew out of the distance, and the volley exploded into sawdust, which was scattered by the wind.

Looking at the wooden stake that was only half of the stake, Chen Xuan said: "No, now using the stake to practice boxing techniques can't improve any strength." ”

Ever since Wanqianshan entered the inner gate, he has been cultivating wholeheartedly, and Chen Xuan is embarrassed to bother, it is no wonder that Chen Xuan of the Heavenly Sword Sect is usually low-key, and he does not communicate with others, and the only person he knows is Wanqianshan, but he has already entered the inner gate and needs to concentrate on cultivation, otherwise it will be easy for others to catch up.

The disciples who can enter the inner door are all proud sons of the sky, and they have learned more martial arts secrets, which are far from being comparable to the outer disciples, so the competition among the inner disciples is more intense, and conflicts will break out from time to time.

Now Chen Xuan is difficult to do, he can't find someone who can compete with him, in order to understand how strong his strength is, he can find someone to compete, the key is that no one can compete with Chen Xuan.

Is it possible to interact with different people without worrying about hurting yourself or others?

Suddenly, Chen Xuan had a flash of inspiration and thought of a place where he could not only compete with others, but also make money.

"Black Fist!"

Black Boxing is organized by the underground organization of the rivers and lakes, people from all over the country will gather there, relying on martial arts competitions to make money every day, people who come here, some simply want to challenge others, some are for money, where can they challenge all kinds of opponents.

After deciding to come down, Chen Xuan took the Qingfeng Sword and walked out of the courtyard.

..........

Qiyun Town.

Money comes to the bank.

The whole house was built into a round shape, with a gate in the front and back, Chen Xuan walked in, and a young man stepped forward and asked, "Childe, are you here to compete or gamble." ”

Chen Xuan said lightly: "I'm here to participate in the competition, what do I need?"

The guy said, "Okay, please register." ”

"Do you need to have your real name as someone participating in the competition?"

It's not the first time that the guy has received this kind of person, and he smiled at the moment: "Childe, please rest assured, we will strictly keep the identity of the contestants, and Childe can register under a fake name." ”

If the disciples of the sect are killed in the competition, then the forces behind the sect will definitely not give up and will easily cause trouble, but the black boxing competition can exist for so long, and the forces behind him should not be underestimated, on the one hand, the sect feels that letting the disciples of the outer or inner sect come here to challenge masters from different places can enhance their strength and hone their experience.

If that disciple reveals his own sect or his identity, it will easily attract the attention of others, and when the time comes, it will attract the attack of hostile forces, and generally speaking, no fool will honestly tell his identity and sect.

Hearing this, Chen Xuan was much more relieved, he followed the guy to the counter to register, and an old man stood behind the counter and asked, "What is the name of the child?"

Chen Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Black Swordsman." ”

After the old man wrote Chen Xuan's name in the notebook, he handed Chen Xuan a wooden plaque with a number twenty-two on it.

Chen Xuan took the wooden sign and put it on his waist, and a guy took Chen Xuan up to the second floor and entered a room.

The man said, "Childe can rest in the room for a while, and you can call me if you have anything." With that, the man exited the room and closed the door casually.

The room was very simple, only a few chairs were facing the window, Chen Xuan sat on the chair, and his eyes saw through the window a large circular martial arts platform, on which there were two martial arts competitors, who were competing.

On the first floor was the audience, no, a bunch of gamblers gathered around the two warriors on the stage, constantly shouting the words "come on!" in their mouths.

On the competition platform, one person is tall and mighty, and his opponent is short, and it looks like a little finger can crush the opponent, the mighty man showed a disdainful gaze, his figure moved, and shouted: "Suffer death, Tiger Fist!"

A punch was thrown, and the tiger's cry could be faintly heard.

The short man saw him take a step forward, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that the punch didn't hit, the mighty man was stunned for a moment, mistakenly thinking that the opponent had fled behind him, and hurriedly turned around, only to find that there was nothing behind him, and there was no figure on the wide competition platform.

"Look, heavenly. ”

A man in the arena pointed to the sky.

The others followed and looked up at the sky, and a figure quickly fell, it was the short man who had just disappeared.

With the speed of the fall, the short man kicked the mighty man's skull, "Kamikaze Legs!" and kicked down hard.

Bang!

The mighty man crossed his hands to block the kick, pushed it out hard, pushing the short man away from him, and then the mighty man threw a punch straight into the short man's head.

"Wind and Cloud Palm!"

The short man just landed on his hind feet, and met the punch of the mighty man with one palm.

Chen Xuan sat on the second floor and looked at the two people on the competition stage, and said secretly in his heart: "These two people are probably disciples who have not joined the sect, and their playing style should be self-created." ”

Soon the winner was decided, and the short man's seemingly weak palm slapped the fist of the mighty man.

Boom!

The mighty man felt a huge impact, and the whole person flew backwards, hitting the pillar behind him, and his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness.

"Am I dare! Could it be that I am dazzled. The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar.

"How is it possible that the Tiger would be defeated by an unknown warrior?"

"How can I lose my thirty gold coins?"

A person walked up to the competition platform, looking like a referee or something, stood on the competition platform, and said, "There is the twelfth wind swordsman below, and the ghost hand is played." ”

After speaking, the referee walked off the competition platform.

A man dressed in white walked onto the stage, and another contestant also walked onto the stage.

The man in white is the wind swordsman, and his swordsmanship is superb, so fast that people can't see it clearly, and he has already lost when he reacts.

As his name suggests, his fist is called 'White Shadow Fist', and he can use several punches, each of which is irresistible, and he is also famous for his speed.

The wind swordsman said: "Ghost hand, I have admired the name for a long time, I heard that your fist is very fast, but I don't know if my sword is fast?"

Ghost Hand said indifferently: "The last time there was a person who talked to me like this, he is dead. ”

The Wind Yin Swordsman said disdainfully: "Really, then try it, Hundred Flowers Sword Technique!" After speaking, the sword light flashed, and the sword in the hand of the Wind Yin Swordsman stabbed out.