Hurry up to Mu Qianqing's approach, and the sandbag-sized iron fist quickly fell like raindrops, and each blow was enough to beat people to the point of flesh and blood.

At this time, Mu was only able to parry, and his slender figure was constantly changing direction rapidly, like a loach, constantly pondering how to deal with it in his heart, and he didn't dare to be negligent at all.

If that punch hits, I'm afraid she won't be able to fight, she will never allow this kind of thing to happen, and she will never give up against a strong enemy.

Situ Mo under the stands was bruised, his eyes were staring at the changes on the stage, and the coldness around him seemed to be able to freeze the arena, making all the people around him flash away.

The anger in his heart became more and more intense, if he hadn't agreed to the girl, he would have liked to come to the stage now and break the filthy guy into pieces, but now he can only be in a hurry.

With a gloomy face, he swept to the side of the Ninety-Five Venerable, who was also sitting gloomily in the stands.

Yun Bihuang also seemed to feel this big anger, and his eyes looked back with the same sharp eyes.

The two eyes collided, sparks splashed everywhere, and they did not show weakness to each other, and the royal domineering made the people on the side involuntarily afraid.

The five people in the restaurant were even more sweating.

"What should I do? Just now, I was glad that my sister had a bye, but now it's good, when I encounter such a strong enemy, master, what should I do?" Mu Yin anxiously pulled Berton's sleeve and shook it vigorously, and her delicate little face was almost wrinkled.

Mu Tianlei on the side also had a solemn expression, watching the changes on the stage without saying a word.

The other two girls were quiet, but the solemn complexion and the worry in their eyes became thicker.

Bertone's face was a little gloomy, and he comforted softly: "Girl, you are shaking and about to shake the teacher!

Although he was also worried, after all, he had experienced too much blood and blood, and he didn't believe that his demonic apprentice was capable of this・・・・・・・

On stage at this time.

Mu was still at a disadvantage, but he was trying his best to dodge, not daring to be sloppy, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his tender forehead.

She's waiting for her time!

She is tired, I am afraid that the reckless man who shoots in front of her eyes is even more tired, and now she is dragging it out, and once the other party is flustered and angry, her weaknesses will soon be exposed.

Just now, she flashed left and right almost changed his whole body, but after all, he still didn't find a weakness, and now he is just one place, that is, three inches under his abdomen, where yang energy gathers.

But after many explorations, he maintained it more thoroughly, and it seemed that he had curled it up with some secret method, so that there was no weakness.

Mu was a little anxious in his heart, and the fragrant sweat on his forehead quietly slid down his cheeks.

Also anxious and angry is Qian Xudong.

He was almost angry, he didn't expect this soft and boneless woman to be so difficult, she was like a loach, and she couldn't touch it at all.

How could he ever be so ashamed!

It's easy to lose your mind with anger, and the time Mu has been waiting for has come.

Qian Xudong's scarlet eyes stared at Mu Qianqing, the bloody mouth of tired foam flew sideways, the strength and speed of his hands increased, and the rules were slightly chaotic to attack Mu Qianqing, with Mu Qianqing's dodge, the ground smashed by the iron fist was shattered everywhere, leaving deep pits.

Now he is like a raging beast, his anger is completely carried away, and he has only one thought in his mind, that is, he must break Mu into pieces in order to relieve the anger in his heart.

Mu poured a sneer on his cold face, and the time was right!

The iron fist was about to smash into her delicate face.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed, and the horror and regret in their eyes were clear.

Still others are gloating.

For example, Mu Wanrou, of course, the absence of a strong opponent makes her happy, and she hates that others overpower her limelight.

The major families are also closely watching the war, because this woman who appeared out of thin air is too weird, and if she wins, it may affect the interests between them.

Situ Moran in the audience didn't care whether he had promised Mu Qianqing before, and was ready to deal with that disgusting meat ball at any time.

Regardless of whether the girl will forgive in the future, he is ready to make a move, if the girl has three long and two short, I am afraid he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Several people in the restaurant also raised their throats, staring at the situation on the competition with solemn faces, and they could only hope for a miracle to happen now.

Just when Situ Moran was about to make a move, the situation changed against the sky.

The fist on Mu Qianqing's head, which was about to hit motionless, actually missed, accompanied by the sound of broken rubble and a scream like killing a pig.

And Mu Qianqing, who was seen as a tragedy, stood not far behind him, panting lightly.

Qian Xudong's scarlet eyes stared at Mu Qingqing, as if he was going to devour her alive.

"I'm going to kill you!" he burst out with a deafening roar, accompanied by a heavy body like Mu pouring out.

A sneer appeared in Mu's cold eyes.

Dying and struggling! Then I will fulfill you!

Without the dodge and moves at the beginning, he went head-on, with a speed like a cheetah, and ended the long battle with only a broken kick.

Both stood in close proximity.

The martial arts field is eerie in an instantaneous silence.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them suspiciously.

Situ Moran sat peacefully on the side, his cherry-like lips raised a beautiful arc, and he was in a good mood and tasted the tea.

And Bertong in the teahouse also smiled, his solemn face showed a hint of indifference, and he began to taste the pastries on the side with a sigh of relief.

"What's going on, why don't you fight?" Mu Yin's worried little face looked at Bertone in confusion.

Everyone also looked at Master Bertone who was safe on the side.

He stroked his beard with a smile and said with a smile: "Don't worry, that girl won." ”

Although everyone was puzzled whether they continued to ask, their solemn faces turned into curiosity, and they stared at the two people on the martial platform for a moment.

It's eerie and quiet all around.

A touch of victory was raised on Mu Qian's indifferent little face, and he walked forward and gently pushed his jade hand.

There was a muffled sound of "knocking throat", which shocked the four seats.

I saw Qian Xudong's burly and heavy body fall to the ground on all fours, and he was stunned to smash out a huge pit.

The audience below all gasped.

Is this a win?

That weak girl actually won?

In an instant, the crowd exploded, and there was an endless stream of discussions and applause.

The major families were even more embarrassed, discussed and researched, and even sent more people to inquire about the life history of the woman on the martial arts.

At this time, she became the focus, just smiled wisely, gracefully turned to the referee on the side, and said mischievously: "I won! Why didn't anyone announce it?"

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