Ye Xuan smiled and didn't speak, he didn't want to explain anything for himself.

Sometimes, when you tell the truth, people may not believe it, and if you tell a lie, people think that this is reasonable and correct.

He has been cultivating in that Xianxia world for more than 10,000 years, and the "Heaven and Earth Melting Pot Technique" he is currently cultivating is not only able to nourish qi, but also able to cultivate himself, tempering this body all the time.

This is the anti-heaven ability of the "Heaven and Earth Melting Pot Technique" in that world, Ye Xuan is confident that with this heart trick technique, he can crisscross the current world.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The fight in the ring was extremely fierce, and every time the two collided, the audience felt like an earthquake, and the waves of air that were shot out were wave after wave, never stopping.

Qianhong's twelve-way dry leg and Huang Demao's iron sand fist, this punch and leg clashed from time to time, and the fight was inseparable.

"Ahh

Huang Demao suddenly burst into a shout, his arms stretched out a few inches out of thin air, and he couldn't hit Qianhong's fist at all, and slammed into Qianhong's body.

Qianhong's body was hit, and he suddenly snorted, and his figure took several steps back.

"Poof!"

Qianhong directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest and frowned tightly, shook his head, and said: "I didn't expect that your iron sand fist has been practiced to the point of being a freely retractable 'through arm', Qian is ashamed of himself, I lost this game." ”

Qianhong felt a little bitter in his heart, he was nearly twenty years older than Huang Demao, but he was defeated by Huang Demao's back.

"It's a serious word, it's just that you were careless just now!"

Huang Demao hugged Qianhong with his fist, and he said this not because he was deliberately modest, but because he really felt it.

If it weren't for Qianhong not expecting that he had reached the realm of "through arms", I'm afraid that the two of them would have been unpredictable until now.

Qianhong retreated to Zhang Xu's side, Zhang Xu looked at this embarrassing scene, his face was pale, and he knew that his defeat in this private boxing match was decided, and this 5,000-square-meter piece of land was destined to be given.

Although Qianhong had just lost the game, he was also a first-class master, even if Zhang Xu was furious in his heart, he didn't dare to speak disrespectfully to Qianhong, so he could only eat Coptis dumbly, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering.

On the contrary, Hong Tianxiong laughed excitedly, seeing that Huang Demao had just won in a narrow way, he felt that among the people who participated in the boxing match, no one could compete with Huang Demao, and the champion of this private boxing tournament had a high probability of belonging to Huang Demao.

Huang Demao stood confidently in the ring with his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Who else wants to come to the stage to teach me Huang? If not, the championship will belong to Hong Tianxiong in the western part of Jiangnan Province." ”

Although he spoke to everyone on the field, his eyes were always aimed at the old man surnamed Sun, among all the people present, he was the only one who couldn't see through the depth of this old man's internal strength, which was probably the only enemy he could match.

"Grandpa Sun, this time, it's your turn to make a move, right?"

Jiang Bingbing's face suddenly appeared full of expectation, although Huang Demao was very strong, she was full of confidence in the old man surnamed Sun.

"That's nature!"

The old man surnamed Sun smiled and nodded, the Sun family is classified as the inheritance family of immortal martial arts, and as the top ten figures in the family, he has also seen most of these martial arts, and clearly knows the strengths and weaknesses of these martial arts.

Moreover, he is an immortal cultivator who has already entered the realm of "Finger Xuan", and he is one level stronger than Huang Demao, even if he fights for internal strength, Huang Demao will not win.

He was about to stand up when a powerful voice suddenly came from outside the Shangling Valley.

"The champion can't belong to the western part of Jiangnan Province, there is only one champion, and that is - me!"

Everyone looked back in surprise, wanting to see who dared to let out such crazy words after seeing Huang Demao's such a strong performance.

A sturdy and tall figure appeared in everyone's sight, and they saw him suddenly run towards the ring, and the speed was comparable to that of an African cheetah.

When he was about to reach the audience, he suddenly jumped on the spot, directly crossed the audience seat more than ten meters long, and landed heavily on the ring.

"What?"

The old man's gaze instantly became extremely solemn, and he sat back again, who was about to get up.

Seeing the person coming, Liu Yanghe, who had been acting in a hurry just now, suddenly sneered.

"Fei Ye is finally here, I see how you died!"

Huang Demao on the stage was frightened by this crazy hand and took a step back, this person was able to leap more than ten meters out of thin air, this hand alone does not know how many times stronger than Huang Demao, and the sound it made was majestic and long, obviously using internal force to transmit.

This majestic internal force, even if he pats the horse, it is difficult for him to match it?

"Grandpa Sun, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Bingbing looked at the old man surnamed Sun's face and suddenly became ugly, and said strangely.

The old man surnamed Sun did not reply, his eyes stared at the middle-aged man who had just arrived in the ring, and his palms trembled slightly.

Ye Xuan, who had been closing his eyes, finally opened his eyes slowly at this time, and his gaze became a little playful.

It seems that this is Liu Yanghe's backer, no wonder he is so confident in this game and dares to make such a big bet. ”

The reason why he waited until now to make a move was to wait for that "Mr. Ye", but he didn't see someone like "Mr. Ye" appear for a long time, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Iron Sand Fist, it is indeed a strong martial art, but your strength is not enough to exert its true strength, so let's get down quickly, don't be embarrassed here. ”

Fei Yan looked at Huang Demao and said contemptuously.

"What did you say?"

Huang Demao already had the idea of retreating under the authority of Fei Mad, but when he heard Fei Madness insult him, he couldn't bear it.

He let out a loud shout, and he had already stepped forward and rushed into his fist, a pair of iron fists like a big grinding plate, bringing up a strong wind.

He could be sure that this was the beginning of his cultivation, and the strongest punch he had made so far had reached his own limit.

"That's a bit of a thing!"

Fei was laughing, but it was a sneer.

I saw him turn sideways slightly, without any bells and whistles, and directly hit forward with his shoulder.

As soon as his shoulders touched Huang Demao's fists, Huang Demao felt as if he had been hit by an invisible iron wall, and countless dark qi had invaded from his arms to his internal organs.