"Not good!" The faces of the Shaolin faction's senior disciple Shi Kong and everyone in the Shaolin faction changed, and the head of the Shaolin faction, Compassion, immediately stood up from the audience.

"Relieved to lose. Martial Arts Alliance Leader Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Relieved defeated!" Zhao Laohu immediately stood up from the audience.

At the same time, almost half of the audience stood up in black with shock in their eyes and looked at the ring in the arena. I only saw that the rocket in Zhao Xier's arms had been shot out of the bazooka, and the rocket had hit the body of relief at the moment. The rocket was extremely fast, and with a whooshing sound, it flew into the sky with a relieved body.

Killed by the rocket, relieved to see himself getting higher and farther away from the ring. His face was indescribably ugly.

I didn't expect Zhao Xi'er to attack him with rockets, even if he was a god-level master and had a strong outer martial arts King Kong is not bad, he couldn't withstand Zhao Xi'er's moment of rockets. It was something that could kill people, and in his anger, he forgot that Zhao Xi'er had just resisted him with his petite body, just to buy time to load another rocket. If he didn't do it and quietly waited for Zhao Xi'er to launch the rocket again, he could easily dodge Zhao Xi'er's rocket, and then pounce on Zhao Xi'er and defeat Zhao Xi'er with one palm.

But he was a little anxious because of his anger, he was afraid that he would be injured by Zhao Xi'er's rocket, so he immediately rushed forward to attack, wanting to quickly injure Zhao Xi'er, and then hit the ring with one palm. didn't expect that he was in the air just now. And being close to Zhao Xi'er, he couldn't dodge Zhao Xi'er's rapid rockets.

At this moment, he has been hit into the sky by Zhao Xi'er's rocket, and he is getting farther and farther away from the ring, he has undoubtedly lost, if it weren't for the fact that he had already performed the magic skill of King Kong. Without the rocket exploding, he was already dead the moment the rocket hit his body. He lost, and he had to find a way to save his life.

I only felt the air in my ears swishing, he was quickly hit by the rocket, the muscles of his face were constantly concave and flowing in the air, and the military uniform on his body whirred. The lethality and destructiveness of a rocket lies not in the moment it hits the opponent, but in the moment it explodes when it hits the opponent. The rocket was released in a single click and did not explode, and he would not be killed. But if this rocket suddenly explodes, even the gods will not be able to save him.

was killed by the rocket, and glanced at Zhao Xi'er in the ring with relieved anger, he suddenly let out an explosive shout, and then quickly pressed his hands against the tip of the rocket, and the muscles of his arms became swollen at this moment.

As soon as he flipped over the rocket, he was quickly attracted by gravity and fell quickly from the sky. About two seconds after the rocket flew out, it suddenly exploded in the air, revealing a huge burst of fire. A huge cloud of black smoke appeared in the air.

Listening to the huge explosion and feeling the heat wave spreading in the air, the audience in the arena couldn't help but crouch down and let out an exclamation. With a pop, he quickly fell into the arena in the air. The spectators in this arena were all martial artists, and their reactions were extremely fast, and when they saw Relief falling from the top of their heads, they quickly dodged to the side. He smashed a few chairs and quickly rolled under the chair in front of him.

Two seconds later, he stood up from under the chair with an angry face, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

He has the Vajra Incorruptible Divine Protector, even if he falls from the air and smashes it the chair, his skin will still not be cut by the broken chair. Except for some internal injuries that he was thrown out, he basically didn't see any injuries. However, his military uniform was broken and there were large gaps, and there was a lot of dirt and ash on his face and bare head, and he looked extremely embarrassed. Gradually, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Yue's team Zhao Xi'er wins!"

Seeing that the relief was hit by a rocket from Zhao Xi'er into the audience, Ma Xiaoling immediately announced that Wang Yue's team had won.

"From today onwards, the National Martial Arts Competition will no longer be able to use firepower weapons, not any firepower weapons, not even ordinary firearms!" Xing Tian said as he stood up with a blue face.

"Xi'er!" Zhao Laohu jumped forward, stepped on the chair under his feet, his tall body stepped in the air, and then quickly stepped on the chairs in the first few rows, and stepped again in the air, after a few steps in a row. He quickly rushed to the ring in the arena and grabbed Zhao Xi'er's petite body.

In exchange for the time to load the rocket, Zhao Xi'er resisted the relieved palm with her petite body. This palm is a strong King Kong palm, the palm is strong and domineering, and Zhao Xi'er has been relieved and hit with internal injuries.

"Our Wang Yue team won. Zhao Xi'er just smiled palely, and stretched out a V word to Wang Yue.

"Xi'er!" Wang Yue and the drunkards, Young Master Qian, Yuwen Shenju, Brother Zhu, Hou Shaofei, Li Mingxi and others quickly ran into the ring and surrounded Zhao Xi'er tightly.

"Senior brother, I won, I helped Wang Yue's team get the second point!" Zhao Xi'er ignored the internal injury, her clear eyes showed joy, and hugged Wang Yue tightly.

"Silly boy, why are you so stupid?" Wang Yue felt distressed, only feeling that his heart was sour, and his nose was a little sour. couldn't help but hug Zhao Xier's soft delicate body, hugged Zhao Xi'er tightly and was reluctant to let go.

"Are you okay, are there any other injuries besides internal injuries? When you pulled the rocket launcher just now, did the gunpowder in it burn you?" The drunkard hurriedly checked Zhao Xi'er's injuries.

"I'm fine, I dodged when I pulled the rocket launcher. Zhao Xier said.

"This stupid boy. The drunkard couldn't help but gently rub Zhao Xi'er's face, and then hugged Zhao Xi'er with a strong body.

Wang Yue's team Zhao Xi'er is the youngest, not only Wang Yue loves her. The drunkard and everyone loved her very much, and regarded her as a sister in their hearts.

"Xi'er, are you okay?" Li Mingxi looked at Zhao Xi'er's eyes cold, but his eyes were full of concern.

"Sister Mingxi, I'm fine. Zhao Xi'er smiled.

"Xi'er Mei is injured. Hurry up and go to the hospital with the health team. Young Master Qian said.

"It's just a slap in the face of relief, I'm not that delicate, do you think I'm you?" Zhao Xi'er rolled her eyes.

"Rub, I care about you kindly. Seeing Zhao Xi'er arguing with herself again, Young Master Qian glared at her angrily.

"Team Wang Yue. Shaolin team, please send your third player to the game. Ma Xiaoling walked into the ring and said.

"The third game is about to start?" Young Master Qian's heart sank, and he couldn't help but look at the captain of the Shaolin team on the other side of the ring.

"Senior Brother Shikong, I'm defeated. Shi Huai walked down from the audience and said to Shi Kong with an ugly face.

"Don't get in the way, we win the game against Wang Yue's team. His eyes lit up and he took off his robe.

Shikong, the head of the Shaolin faction, the big disciple of the Shaolin faction, the captain of the Shaolin team, and the god-level middle master. He is only twenty-six years old this year, and he is already proficient in the Shaolin 72 stunts, and he is the most talented disciple of the Shaolin School.

Young Master Qian, the son of the Qian family of the four major families of martial arts, a god-level inferior master, and his martial arts skills are five-shaped fists.

This release should be Wang Yue's opponent. Only Wang Yue, a god-level mid-level master, can compete with him, and he is only a god-level inferior master, he is not a partner of Shakong.

Not to mention Shikong's strength level and martial arts, just that Shikong's height of 1.85 meters and weight of 185 catties, his Young Master Qian's height of 1.8 meters and weight of 120 catties are not opponents.

"Young Master Qian, I'm not kidding. I was stabbed by the wind of the Cangtian team, and Wang Yue was also stabbed by the fire of the Cangtian team, neither of us can exercise vigorously, as soon as we exercise, we will break open the wound and bleed, I am afraid that I will dry my blood first without fighting the other party. The two of us can't participate in the game for a short time, and you are the only one left to play in the game against the Shaolin team, and the banner of our Wang Yue team is really going to be handed over to you. The drunkard looked solemn, looked at Young Master Qian with serious eyes and said.

"Young Master Qian, come on. Yuwen Shenju said.

"Young Master Qian. The fate of our Wang Yue team depends on you. If you lose the competition, we can only sit in the audience and watch this national martial arts competition. Brother Pig said.

"Yes, if you lose, we can only watch others compete. Hou Shaofei said.

"............" Young Master Qian's face was paler, and his heart was beating faster.

"Young Master Qian, fight casually, whether you win or lose, as long as you are fine. Drunkards, Shenju, Brother Pig, Hou Shaofei, don't put pressure on Young Master Qian. Wang Yue saw that Young Master Qian was nervous, and frowned and said to Young Master Qian.

"Young Master Qian, Miss Ben has a record of all victories so far, if you lose, you will no longer be a master without defeat. Zhao Xi'er said.

"I'll rub it, I'm so stressed by what you've done. Young Master Qian said.

"Don't be pressured, you just hit it, it's fine. Wang Yue persuaded him.

"Wang Yue, if you say that, I'm not embarrassed to lose at all. Young Master Qian said.

"It's really fine. Wang Yue said seriously.

"The more you say that, the more embarrassed I become, you are so good to me, how embarrassed am I to lose. Young Master Qian said with an ugly face.

"Okay, I'll see how it goes, I'll do my best. ”

Soon, Wang Yue, Zhao Xi'er, Brother Zhu and Yuwen Shenju and others left the ring, and only Young Master Qian was left in the ring, so he smiled and walked into the ring.

Shikong is the captain of the Shaolin team and the strongest master of the young generation of the Shaolin faction. With his superior horse against the inferior horse of Young Master Qian, he will win!

"Young Master Qian of Wang Yue's team, the Shaolin team is empty, and the game begins!"

When the referee's voice fell, Young Master Qian couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Bang bang. Bang bang............

He couldn't hear any sound in this martial arts arena, all he could hear was his own heartbeat............