"Huh. Sitting in the audience, Murong Qunxiong, the head of the Murong family, smiled.

On this side, Murong Yanran rushed in front of Wang Yue and kicked again. At this time, Wang Yue was only five meters away from the edge of the ring, as long as he was kicked by Murong Yanran again, even if he caught Murong Yanran's kick with both hands and was not injured by her kick. He's in danger of slipping out of the ring.

Feeling a fierce true qi kicking towards him, he saw that Murong Yanran was about to kick his body. Wang Yue suddenly quickly caught Murong Yanran's little feet with both hands, grabbed her feet, and then quickly crossed her body with her legs, and pressed her knees with both legs. With a snap, Murong Yanran was directly twisted down by him. At the same time, because of the huge inertia of Murong Yanran when he kicked him, he and Murong Yanran's petite bodies slid towards the edge of the ring at the same time.

After sliding for three meters, the bodies of him and Murong Yanran stopped. The two of them don't necessarily have to knock their opponents out of the ring. Knocking out an opponent or subduing a match is also considered a victory.

When Wang Yue twisted Murong Yanran's body down, he exerted his legs again, and firmly controlled Murong Yanran's knee joints with his legs. Then quickly grabbed Murong Yanran's little hand. This is a ground technique, as long as he grabs Murong Yanran's small hand and twists it again, he can firmly control Murong Yanran's body, then he will win the competition with Murong Yanran.

And when Wang Yue went to grab Murong Yanran's little hand, Murong Yanran clenched her little hand into a fist and punched Wang Yue's face.

The punch made his face tingle and his head buzzed. At the same time, he felt Murong Yanran grab his big hand with his cold little hand, as if he wanted to subdue him.

"Holy!"

Wang Yue was almost stunned by her punch, and anger suddenly surged in her heart. With a big ear scraper in his left hand, he slapped Murong Yanran in the face.

With a snap, five red marks immediately appeared on Murong Yanran's snow-white face.

Murong Yanran didn't let go of Wang Yue's big hand, a small hand grabbed Wang Yue's fingers and broke them hard, Wang Yue couldn't help but let out a roar in pain, and another big ear scraper slapped Murong Yanran's face hard.

Murong Yanran didn't say a word, grabbed Wang Yue's fingers and broke them harder, and with a snap, she directly broke the index finger of Wang Yue's right hand.

"Ah!!!!h

Wang Yue let out an angry roar in pain, and the black qi that erupted from the whole person became even thicker, and the three dragons in the momentum couldn't help but roar loudly.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Yue slapped Murong Yanran on the face with another ear scraper. Then he fanned again, and continued to fan her snow-white little face.

was constantly slapped by Wang Yue, and Murong Yanran was a little stunned. Blood began to flow from the corners of her mouth, and she finally let go of Wang Yue's right hand.

"Get out!" Wang Yue immediately let go of Murong Yanran's legs with her legs, and then kicked her waist hard.

Smack. Murong Yanran's petite body immediately slid towards the center of the ring, Wang Yue covered the broken finger and roared because of the pain, stood up from the ring, covered his right hand and trembled continuously.

"It hurts. Murong Yanran also stood up, with a pair of simple eyes, and touched the red and swollen right side of her face with her snow-white hand.

"Wang Yue, you dare to slap my daughter!" Seeing that her beloved daughter's little face was red and swollen, Murong Yanran had delicate skin, and after she was slapped by Wang Yue, her skin immediately became high and swollen, and it was red, so red and swollen that it looked like it was about to bleed, Murong Qunxiong sat in the audience and roared.

Wang Yue slapped the eldest lady of the Murong family. He knew that Murong Qunxiong would definitely not spare him. But he had no choice, his fingers had already been broken by Murong Yanran, if he didn't beat Murong Yanran, Murong Yanran let go. His other four fingers would also be broken by Murong Yanran.

Although he slapped a little girl badly, it was a joust, in the ring. In order to win the competition, no matter how beautiful the girl he meets, he has to fight.

With a click, Wang Yue endured the severe pain and temporarily put his fingers in place, and then tore off a strip of cloth from his body and wrapped it around his hand to fix it temporarily.

"Wang Yue, you really know a lot of martial arts, when you fought against me just now, you casually used the moves of the seven sects, where did you learn these martial arts moves?"

Murong Yanran is a martial idiot, she was beaten by Wang Yue and her face was swollen and she was not angry, but she was still in the mood to chat with Wang Yue.

"It was Nalan Yi who gave it to me, and she has made a treasure for me, and there are many martial arts cheats in that treasure. I've read all those martial arts cheats. Wang Yue said with severe pain and anger in his heart.

"Oh, it turned out that Sister Yi'er gave it to you, this martial arts is the only one in the Nalan family that has so many collections except for my Murong family, she is so good to you. Murong Yanran nodded slightly.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's fight again!" Wang Yue's face turned pale in pain, and he immediately rushed towards Murong Yanran.

Ten fingers to heart. The pain of the severed finger was unbearable. Wang Yue's finger has just been broken now, and he can barely endure it, but if it takes a long time. I'm afraid his combat effectiveness will be reduced because of this. He didn't dare to delay time, he had to defeat Murong Yanran as quickly as possible.

Soon, after the two of them fought dozens of moves again, Murong Yanran suddenly hit him in the head with a kick, and when he fell to the ground, he punched Murong Yanran in the chest.

Lying on the ground, Wang Yue only felt that his head was buzzing, and a stream of moist and hot liquid flowed out of his nasal cavity. He shook his head hard, and saw Murong Yanran frowning slightly after quickly retreating seven or eight steps, gently covering his chest with his small hands, and a lot of blood flowed out of his mouth.

"The timer starts five seconds later. ”

Seeing that Wang Yue was beaten by Murong Yanran and lay on the ground in a daze, Evil Wind lit a cigarette in the ring.

Wang Yue shook his head again and got up from the ground.

When he got up, he saw Murong Yanran rushing towards him quickly. After Murong Yanran rushed towards him, she swung a punch at his head, and Wang Yue quickly retreated to dodge. However, Murong Yanran's punch was just a false move, and after she swung Wang Yue away, her petite body immediately pounced on Wang Yue. hugged Wang Yue's legs with both hands and threw him to the ground, while pressing Wang Yue with his petite body.

"Get out!" Wang Yue lay on the ground and raised his foot and kicked hard, directly kicking Murong Yanran out of him. Then he quickly got up and pounced on Murong Yanran's body, pressed against Murong Yanran's petite body, and swung a punch into her face.

With this punch, he swung it directly, causing Murong Yanran's little face to swell again. When he threw another punch, Murong Yanran suddenly punched the bridge of his nose, and with a bang, he threw himself out on his back.

Then he saw Murong Yanran rushing towards him, and he immediately raised his right foot and kicked Murong Yanran's lower abdomen, kicking Murong Yanran and flying over his head. He got up again and threw himself at Murong Yanran, and before he pounced, Murong Yanran slapped his palm on his chest.

He only felt a tightness in his chest, and he couldn't help but puff and spray a mouthful of blood on Murong Yanran's face. Before he could make a move, Murong Yanran suddenly slapped his head with both palms, one left and one right.

Feeling his head buzzing again, he forcibly endured the feeling of dizziness and nausea and punched Murong Yanran's body, and then Murong Yanran fell to the side.

This Murong Yanran's strength is very strong, and his strength and Murong Yanran's strength seem to be on par. The two of them had already made more than 200 moves, and he beat Murong Yanran very badly, and he was also beaten badly by Murong Yanran.

He was concussed by Murong Yanran's palm just now.

At this moment, he was dizzy and nauseous, his limbs were weak, and he was lying beside Murong Yanran, panting constantly.

Murong Yanran was not lightly beaten by him, and when he fell down just now, he was punched hard by him, and he was lying on the ground in pain at the moment.

"Murong Yanran, don't you have anything to say?" Wang Yue said while lying beside Murong Yanran.

"You're great, but I'm going to beat you because my father told me that I had to become a national martial arts champion. Murong Yanran said while covering her ribs.

"Hehe, you live for your father. Wang Yue smiled and said.

"I will definitely defeat you!" Murong Yanran suddenly got up.

"You're getting better so quickly!?" Wang Yue couldn't help but widen his eyes in horror.

"I'm going to beat you!"

When Wang Yue saw that Murong Yanran actually got up before him, his eyes were frightened, and he immediately tried to get up, Murong Yanran punched him in the face.