Just when the crowd was boiling, a middle-aged martial artist in his thirties jumped into the air and came to the martial platform, holding a long stick in his hand, his cloak was scattered, his eyes were sharp, and he shouted: "I am Zhang Chi, a disciple of Master Hongguang of Shaolin Temple. ”

"What? A disciple of the Shaolin Temple? Why is the hair so long, aren't the disciples of Shaolin Temple all bald? The crowd asked.

"You're stupid, don't you need to say it, this must be a lay disciple!"

"What Shaolin Temple disciple, I think he is a liar, two days ago I saw him go to the drunken incense building, called three Qinglou women in one breath, and tossed all night."

"Haha, as the saying goes, the monk also opens meat at night, what's wrong with the monk visiting the brothel? Seven emotions and six desires, no one can avoid it, I don't think there is a problem for monks to visit brothels! ”

There was a burst of discussion in the crowd, Liu Wuya's brows were tightened, and when he saw the appearance of Zhang Chi holding a long stick on the martial platform, he began to doubt in his heart, this person was not a disciple of Shaolin Temple at all, his hands were very immature, if a Shaolin disciple who had been practicing stick for a long time, it was impossible to have such a pair of immature hands.

It's just why does he claim to be a Shaolin disciple?

"I didn't expect this person to be a disciple of Shaolin Temple? Do you think he'll be able to win six games in a row? Su Xing'er asked with great interest.

"I don't think so!" The Seven County Lords said.

You must know that winning six games in a row is not just a person's cultivation, but even physical strength has to be tested.

"Hmph, then I'll bet he can win!" Su Xing'er said.

"What's there to bet on!" The Seven County Lords said disdainfully.

Su Xing'er raised her eyebrows and said: "You rich lady doesn't eat fireworks in the world, gambling is a great pleasure in life, I don't care about you, I'm going to bet!" ”

After Su Xing'er finished speaking, he took out a silver ticket and ran towards the gaming table.

At this time, the Lord of the Seven Counties deliberately said loudly: "A girl's family is so fond of gambling!" ”

The voice was so loud that it seemed to be deliberately wanted to be heard by Liu Wuya.

At this time, an old man in a black robe sat under the martial platform, waved his hand slightly, and from behind him, a big fat man with a face full of meat came out.

The big fat man raised his eyebrows coldly, stared at Zhang Chi on the stage, and walked straight towards the top of the martial platform.

"Bang!"

Before Zhang Chi could stand firmly, he raised the long stick in his hand and hit it in the air.

With just one move, the big fat man fell to the ground, motionless, and blood slowly flowed out above his head.

First win!

Second win!

......

......

Fourth win!

Fifth win!

Everyone didn't expect that Zhang Chi would win the martial arts field in a row, and at this time, around the martial arts field, there was a burst of mournful crying, because these people all bought Zhang Chi and lost, no one would believe that he would win six games in a row, and now, only the last one was left.

In just one hour, Zhang Chi defeated all the five warriors in front of him, which was enough to see his strength.

Su Xing'er looked triumphant and said, "How about it, I said that I was right to buy him and win!" ”

Liu Wuya said lightly: "Not necessarily, there will definitely be a cat in the last game next!" ”

"Greasy? What kind of cattiness, is this gambling martial arts field going to cheat from it? Su Xing'er said in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, Liu Wuya just nodded.

Based on his observation of Zhang Chi, although this guy's exercises are ingenious and powerful, they are not Shaolin Temple's exercises at all, and the reason why he was able to win the front martial arts field was entirely because of his wonderful exercises, but his real cultivation is probably only up and down the sixth layer of the qi vein, and it will definitely not exceed the eighth layer of the qi vein.

Either way, it's great to be able to win five games in a row.

You must know that in the past two years, no one has been able to win five games in a row, let alone Zhang Chi has signed six games in life and death.

If he can win the next game, then he can win 100,000 taels, but if he loses, I'm afraid this life will remain here.

This is the rule of life-and-death martial arts, and no one can control it.

At this time, some people in the crowd had already begun to point at Zhang Chi on the martial platform and began to insult, they did this in order to disturb his mind, hoping to influence him so that he could lose in the next competition.

You know, many of these people have already bet all their worth, and if he wins the next game, these people will be bankrupt.

Finally, the sixth game began.

This time, the battle was against a thin man in Tsing Yi, although this person looked weak, but there was a sinister aura between his eyebrows and eyes.

The man in Tsing Yi is named Wang Sixty, which means that he weighs only sixty pounds.

Wang Sixty, the real cultivation is the first level of the divine vein, but the external claim is that there is only the eighth layer of the qi vein, this person had won ten consecutive games on this martial platform three years ago, so he was valued by Zhou Banshan, and spent a lot of money to keep him here.

It can be said that his strength is quite strong.

"It seems that you are quite capable, and you can win five games in a row, but then, you don't have such good luck, if you know each other, you can die happily if you hit your head on the ground now!" Wang Liuliu muttered, no one would have thought that such a thin man would say such arrogant words.

At this time, Zhang Chi was already panting, and five games in a row had consumed too much of his physical strength, but there was no way, this was a life-and-death fight, and the rules never considered human nature.

With the current state of Zhang Chi, I am afraid that it will be difficult to win the last game.

At this time, Zhang Chi gritted his teeth, stared at the thin man holding a long sword in front of him, and said, "Hmph, you thin man, your tone is not small, report your fame, grandpa will make your death look better!" ”

"Hey, hey! The uncle is Li Dalong, a closed disciple of the Cangshan faction, and now he has taken refuge in Lord Zhou to make some money for wine and meat! Li Dalong had a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were unruly, and he didn't put Zhang Chi in his eyes.

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, take your life!"

Zhang Chi used all his strength to exert himself, and a stream of true qi instantly condensed on the long stick.

True Qi was like an electric current, rapidly swimming around the long stick.

"Bang!"

After the sound of weapons colliding, Zhang Chi found that Li Dalong had disappeared in front of him, and before he could react, he felt a pain in his left arm.

"Ahh

Zhang Chi screamed, and his left arm had been cut off.

"Boy, are you still fighting?" Li Dalong asked contemptuously.

Zhang Chi held a stick in his right hand, stared at Li Dalong resentfully, and rushed towards Li Dalong with a sudden rush under his feet.

Li Dalong raised the long sword in his hand, his figure flashed, blood flashed, and Zhang Chi shouted again.

This time, his right arm was also missing.

Without his hands, it is difficult to win this competition, but he knows the rules of the competition, and he doesn't dare to do anything, there is only a dead end.

Zhang Chi gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, jumped in the air, and kicked his legs towards Li Dalong.

At this time, Li Dalong was not in a hurry or slow, smiled coldly, and several sword lights flashed.

Zhang Chi had already fallen to the ground, his two eyes hanging on his cheeks, and he screamed in pain.

Seeing Zhang Chi fall to the ground, there were earth-shattering cheers from the crowd.

"Lost!"

"Lost!"

Many shouted with joy.

But there are still some who sigh and sigh, these people are the same as Su Xing'er, they all voted for Zhang Chi to win.

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Li Dalong raised his long sword and stabbed it violently at Zhang Chi's chest, blood spurted, and it seemed that it could stain the sunset red.

No way, this is the rule of the martial arts arena, he must die!

Liu Wuya heard the cheers of joy all around him, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold, ordinary people are so cold-blooded, let alone these martial artists on the martial arts platform!

I saw him sigh, shake his head, and walk straight in the direction of registration.