This armored warrior is one of the four masters of the island country, wind, forest, fire, and wind in the mountains, he can't understand Huaxia, he can only understand his own Japanese. Cangtian's Huaxia language was deliberately spoken to the warriors in the arena, and when he spoke to the wind, he needed to repeat the Japanese again.

"This old horseman, he even knows how to speak Japanese, and he doesn't know what he just muttered to the wind. "Because the heavens speak in a very small voice, no one hears him except the wind. Seeing Cang Tian whispering to the wind in Japanese, Young Master Qian on the other side couldn't help frowning.

In the ring. The drunkard took a sip of the gourd on his body, squinting his eyes at the wind.

The wind is about 1.75 meters, covered in red armor, and his face is wearing a ghost mask full of island characteristics, and his face is invisible.

After staring at the wind for a few seconds, the drunkard took off the Xuanwu Divine Stick from his back, "Brother opposite, I made a move?"

The wind does not move.

"Drunkard, don't be polite to this kid, he only came to Huaxia two months ago, he can't understand Huaxia, just kill him." Offstage, Young Master Qian said to the drunkard.

"Don't you understand?" the drunkard tilted his mouth.

"Well, I've got it. ”

Gripping the Xuanwu Divine Stick in his hand, the drunkard thought for a moment and stepped into a crack in the ring under his feet. Turning into a black shadow, it rushed towards the wind.

When the drunkard rushed towards the wind, the wind stood straight in the ring and still did not move. The wind was quiet and weird, and the drunkard couldn't help frowning slightly, and he had a strange feeling in his heart. He had never fought such a motionless opponent, let him shoot at such a motionless opponent. He had a feeling of unsteadiness in his heart.

Don't you make a move?

Forget it, since he doesn't make a move, let's knock him out of the ring with a stick.

A little embarrassed to shoot at this kind of motionless opponent, but this is a national martial arts competition, which is related to interests, and related to the victory or defeat of the entire team of Wang Yue's team.

The drunkard's basalt stick was only a few centimeters left to hit a stroke, and the wind still didn't move. The drunkard simply urged the true qi in his body and let out a loud roar, "You defeat!"

However, the moment the drunkard's Xuanwu wand touched the wind's body, he didn't feel like the weapon hitting the enemy's body. Rather, there is a feeling that the weapon is missing and nothing hits.

At the same time, he suddenly saw Feng's body twisting in the air, and his Xuanwu Divine Stick had already swung Feng's body in two, and the Xuanwu Divine Stick was already in the middle of Feng's body. The wind's body twisted more and more, and suddenly disappeared in the air.

It turned out to be an afterimage!

I only felt the wrong air flow on the left side of my body. The drunkard immediately looked to the left side of his body. When he saw the wind appear to his left, his eyes immediately showed surprise.

At this moment, the wind suddenly pulled out the katana at his waist and swung it at him with a single sword. There was a snort in the air, and a black true qi suddenly cut through the air and slashed towards him.

"Not good!"

The drunkard couldn't have imagined that the wind could be so fast, and he could quickly dodge when his Xuanwu Divine Stick fell, causing an afterimage to appear in the air. It was too late to retract the Xuanwu Divine Stick to block, only to feel that a fierce True Qi cut through the air and was getting closer and closer to him, and he hurriedly dodged sideways. But, even if he dodged quickly, it was still a little slow. The moment he landed on his side, his shoulders were cold, and the black military uniform suddenly broke in two, and a red line appeared on his shoulder, and then the red line became deeper and deeper, and a large amount of blood flowed down his wound.

If he hadn't reacted in time to dodge, he was afraid that one of his arms would be cut off by the wind on the spot.

And at this moment, the wind suddenly appeared in front of him, and another knife slashed at him.

"What a speed, what a fast knife!" The drunkard hurriedly raised the Xuanwu Divine Stick in his hand, only to see a dazzling fire erupt in front of him, and a huge force smashed into his Xuanwu Divine Stick, and a large crack suddenly appeared under his feet, and he was involuntarily retreated by the huge force.

At the same time, the wind quickly appeared in front of him and slashed at him with a knife.

"I'm grass!" the drunkard continued to block.

Whether it's a drunkard, they're god-level masters. is still a martial artist who has just reached the entry level in the rivers and lakes, each of them knows one or more than a dozen sets of martial arts, and the young master of a martial arts family like Murong Yanran even knows hundreds of sets of martial arts. When dueling, each of them has their own routines and martial arts, and when attacking, one move after another, interlocking with each other, making the opponent overwhelmed.

When the drunkard blocked the second move of the wind with the Xuanwu Divine Stick, the wind beat the drunkard back with great force, and soon he appeared in front of the drunkard again, stabbing the drunkard with the katana in his hand.

The drunkard immediately unswiped his katana with the basalt stick.

In this way, the duel between the drunkard and the wind was at a disadvantage from the beginning, and he was suppressed by the wind, and he was beaten by the wind in the ring so that he could only defend, but could not draw his hand to attack.

Seeing that the drunkard was suppressed by the wind, and the drunkard was slashed when he fought with the wind, Cang Tian touched his smooth chin and smiled, stood under the ring and said loudly, "Wind." Don't be rude, if you accidentally hurt the drinker once, forget it, and never hurt the drinker again. ”

"The Lord of the Heavenly Alliance, the sword and gun have no eyes. If you want to win the game, how can you not hurt people, you must cut the drunkard a few more times!" The four major families hated Wang Yue's team very much. Seeing that the drunkard had been cut at the beginning and was in a disadvantaged state, Chen Xuan looked evil and stood up from the arena and shouted.

"It's just that there are no eyes in the competition. Even killing an alcoholic by mistake is not murder. Bai Qilin smiled and said.

"No, we warriors should have a benevolent heart, and the competition is up to the point, and it is best not to hurt people. Those who practice martial arts must have martial virtues, and they should not act arbitrarily because they have a body of creation. Wind, let the drunkard get right, don't cut him. Cang Tian stroked his smooth chin and laughed loudly.

"Heavenly Alliance Master, you are too merciful!" only felt a block in his chest, and Chen Xuan's face was a little ugly.

Toyotomi Sakura was confused.

The wind doesn't understand Huaxia, doesn't Cangtian know, why doesn't he speak Japanese with the wind, but with the wind?

Could it be that Cang Tian is teaching him Huaxia?

Cang Tian saw that Toyotomi Sakura was confused, and he smiled in his heart, you island people are stupid by nature, and it is easy to believe what others say, if I persuade my subordinates to be merciful in Japanese, you island people are stupid and misunderstand what I mean, what if you really show mercy to the drunkards?

It's an important game, and the old man's future is all on you fools. If you fools are merciful. What should I do if the old man can't be the leader of the martial arts alliance?

"Drunkards are no match for the wind. Lighting a cigarette, Wang Yue's brows furrowed deeply.

"The drunkard will win. Li Mingxi gently grabbed Wang Yue's left hand.

"No, let's prepare for the worst. I wanted the drunkards to win, but the drunkards didn't win this game. Feng is a god-level middle master, he is not only a god-level middle master, he can already challenge the god-level upper master. His strength is very strong, and it is not much different from the Beichen that the five of us defeated together. Beichen's strength is not bad, it was the five of us who joined forces to defeat Beichen. Even now, I am already a god-level mid-level master, and I dare not say that I can defeat Beichen 100%. Wang Yue frowned deeply.

"Master. Until now, Beichen's strength is still slightly better than you. Yuwen Shenju thought about it and said.

"Yes, we are strong as a whole, not individually. If the five of us are tightly together, we can challenge any of them. But if we are separated, we will be scattered, and if I want to become a real master, it will take a lot of training. Wang Yue sighed.

In the ring, from the beginning, the drunkard was at a disadvantage, and he was constantly attacked by the wind and had no time to fight back against him. Now that the drunkard is being attacked by the wind again, his disadvantages are becoming more and more obvious. As the wind kept attacking, he had several more wounds on his body. Feng is a god-level medium master, as long as the drunkard is injured, it is not a minor injury, and the few wounds on his body are all knife wounds that are deep and bone-seeing.

"Lu Yu, go and send this superb gold sore medicine to Wang Yue's team, the drunkard is going to be defeated. Nanyin's eyes were indifferent, and he handed Lu Yu a jade bottle with a snow-white jade hand.

"Yes!" Lu Yu hurriedly ran under the ring with the jade bottle.

Soon, the drunkard was stabbed by the wind again. The wind first slashed at the drunkard with his katana, and then with the katana, causing the drunkard's chest to burst open and a deep wound appeared.

The drunkard's blood continued to flow down his chest.

"Brother Pig, throw a white towel. Wang Yue's heart ached.

"Yes. Brother Pig kept frowning tightly, and when he saw that the drunkard's blood was getting more and more, he immediately took out the white towel from his arms.

"I can still fight!" Suddenly, the drunkard gave up his resistance and let the wind stab him in the chest again, and he swung his stick at the wind. In an instant, three huge fire dragons roared out, and the wind's body was stunned, and he was suddenly hit by the three huge fire dragons and flew out.

With a pop, the wind fell seven or eight meters away from the ring in red armor.

He glanced at the extra knife wound on his chest, and the drunkard couldn't help but let out a loud roar of pain. Then, a tufted military uniform shirt shredded, revealing a body of muscular muscles and a hideous fire dragon tattoo on his back.

His muscles throbbed slightly, and the hideous fire dragon tattoo on his back squirmed.

Picking up the wine gourd from his body and pouring it continuously, his eyes gradually turned red. "Unless I fall myself, if any of you dares to help me surrender, I will not let you go. ”

"We are brothers, brothers, we are fighting for each other, brothers, we are sacrificing for each other. For the sake of our Wang Yue team, even if I shed a lot of blood as a drunkard!"