Dao Lao Si laughed: "Nonsense, if you win, even Lao Tzu's territory can be given to you, not to mention your small place where birds don't." As soon as the words changed, his tone had become cold, "But, you little girl, are you an adult, can you win!"

Many viewers who bet on Gao Xiang to win heard this and scolded one after another:

"You Jiangzhou City braggaking that you don't pay taxes, and you lose so much money!"

"Go back, you're crazy and crazy!

"A little girl also came to participate in the ring battle, and there was really no one in Jiangzhou City. ”

Ye Mei didn't seem to be able to hear these tide-like insults, and said lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Dao, Mu Swordsman, please make a move." ”

A middle-aged man in a wide robe with a sword at his waist slowly walked down from the stands.

Gao Xiang was being treated and bandaged next to the guardrail, and when he saw that it was Mu Feng on the field, he said angrily: "Mu Feng, you are not his opponent, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, don't go to ......"

Mu Feng glanced at Gao Xiang and said, "Thank you, it's just ......"

Mu Feng walked into the ring, faced Jin Lin, who was holding a big knife and condensed his blood, and said loudly: "It's just that I'm from Jiangzhou City, and I'm definitely not a weak!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his long sword, and a snow-white sword light instantly illuminated the entire venue.

The audience laughed, and some people scolded even harder.

Many people use their mobile phones to go to the special website for ring battles to see the information and odds of Ye Mei and Mu Feng.

"What's going on, this is a granddaughter of Old Man Ye, and she doesn't have any territory, this must be Old Man Ye's relation. ”

"Just one person bets that she can win, and this still includes people from the periphery who didn't watch the game at this venue. ”

"I've heard that this Mu Feng seems to be messing around with a little guy named Qin Mu. ”

"Just kidding, I'm the boss of a county, do you think these people under me dare to go up?"

"This Mu Feng wants to die, but he deserves it, who let them Jiangzhou City lose so much money to me. ”

"What else is Jiangzhou City, the people are by no means weak, and the weak chicken should be self-aware!"

These news spread ten, ten to hundreds, and in an instant, they spread throughout the entire venue, and everyone laughed at Mu Feng's words.

Huo Long asked a white-bearded old man sitting next to him in a deep voice:

"How do you compare to Jin Lin, the swordsman invited by Dao Laosi?"

The old man stroked his white beard and said:

"If you don't become a martial artist, you will not be able to win after all. ”

Iron Head was asking the same question to a man with copper-colored fists beside him.

The copper-colored man with both fists frowned and said:

"If I were given another five years, I would have become a warrior, and then I would have been able to take it down if I was slandered, but now...... Hardly. ”

A big guy in the third row who wanted to become famous in one fell swoop also asked.

A handsome woman beside her shook her head:

"I have a chance to win, but it's not wise to pay too much price. ”

Even Xue Dongyue frowned slightly and didn't make a sound.

Jin Lin saw Mu Feng entering, hehe, smiled, walked forward, and said: "Brother, why are you fighting so hard, you know you can't beat me, I just spared the life of the surnamed Gao, you won't think I'm a soft-hearted person." ”

Mu Feng clenched the hilt of his sword tightly and did not speak.

He wants to sweep the ring and raise his eyebrows, his confidence is no longer under Gao Xiang, Gao Xiang's strength in previous years was enough to hold the territory of Jiangzhou City.

Who would have thought that someone would be able to invite a half-step martial artist of the Great Perfection who is comparable to a true martial artist in a short period of time, and slash Gao Xiang after the breakthrough to serious injury with one sword, which is still merciful to his subordinates.

Even a true martial artist is not willing to fight with such a master easily, and if he is bitten desperately by this kind of person, the real martial artist will also be injured.

Although Mu Feng recognized himself as fighting with a real martial artist, Mu Feng only comprehended the sword intent, and he had not yet reached the extreme in terms of physical fitness and true qi. A master like Jin Lin has obviously been stuck in the realm of a half-step martial artist for a long time, and he doesn't know how many means he has practiced, and the three words of Great Perfection are by no means false.

None of the masters on the stage were willing to confront this Jin Lin head-on, and they all had to avoid its edge.

But because of Ye Dingyuan's arrogance and unscrupulousness, Jiangzhou City was split by Jin Lin with a big gap, Gao Xiang was defeated, and there was almost no one in Jiangzhou City.

It's nothing to come to Jiangzhou City to do business, Mu Feng doesn't care much about this. But Mu Feng couldn't stand the hungry wolf eyes of those people, and treated Jiangzhou City as a piece of fat meat to be slaughtered.

Maybe Martial Master Qin was watching somewhere in the stands, and he was taught by him to cultivate the sword intent, how could he not come forward in this overwhelming wave of insults and doubts against Jiangzhou City.

What if the opponent is a half-step martial artist of the Great Perfection? If he has the sword intent of the starry sky, why is he afraid of a battle!

Mu Feng slowly arched his hand and said, "Please ask!"

Jin Lin is tattooed with two spotted tigers that go down the mountain, shining with an eerie and mysterious brilliance in the late autumn sun. When Mu Feng said this sentence, the momentum on Jin Lin's body changed suddenly, he lifted the big knife, and said: "Hehe, you look a little dependent, it's too late for you to run now, I can spare your life, after three moves, I will do my best, you can ask for more blessings." ”

Ignoring the sword stabbed by Mu Feng, he rounded the big knife, condensed all the true qi, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder on the big knife, from top to bottom, slashing out a knife!

His move is a very simple force to split Huashan, and there is no one who does not know this move, as long as the sword goes up, he can block this move. But this move came too fast, and the force was too fierce, and the sword wind actually enveloped Mu Feng in all directions, and he couldn't even avoid it to the left and right.

Although the audience didn't understand, they all felt the power of this knife!

The masters watched intently, secretly frightened, while thinking about how they would deal with this violent move.

This Mu Feng didn't look like he could block this move, and Gao Xiang's tragic injury of being almost cut in half came to many people's minds.

The bell sounded.

All the masters were moved.

The audience's eyes widened as well.

Mu Feng held the long sword horizontally with one hand, and a thick and sharp broadsword was slashing at the slender sword body, pressing down hard, but it couldn't break through the seemingly weak sword body.

"Look at Mu Feng's feet!" someone exclaimed.

Mu Feng's feet had slid back three steps, leaving a clear mark on the stone slab.

"One-handed horizontal sword, actually blocked!" Huo Ran, the white-bearded old man, stood up.

"Interesting! You're not as wasteful as the guy with the surname Gao!" Jin Lin laughed, and suddenly drew his broadsword, and slashed it sideways, sweeping up a wave of wind.

Jin Lin's moves are wide open and closed, not playing false, every move is a real move, and it has never changed its move. But every one of his swords was as fast as thunder, the power was extremely great, and the scope of the sword wind was too wide, and the extremely simple moves seemed to be invincible in his hands.