Xiao Yu, who was hidden in the crowd, couldn't help but smile softly again.

Speaking of those who have great ambitions and great hopes for this competition, this Xiahou Yuan is not the only one.

Really, looking forward to making a big difference, he is still sitting here and has not started to play.

These anxious spectators, but they really wronged Xiahou Yuan.

Xiahou Yuan, who had just rushed into the ring, didn't want to say much, but just condensed a lot of mental power, and towards Feng Tao's side, he split his face with a palm.

A significant and somewhat domineering palm force, carrying a lot of dust and sand in the ring, smashed towards Feng Tao, who was not far away, and smashed it towards the head of the fierce pocket.

Knowing that it was powerful, Feng Tao rolled over on his side and quickly avoided it.

It's just that Xiahou Yuan, who missed a blow, was willing to spare it!

Not allowing Feng Tao to have the slightest chance to breathe, Xiahou Yuan smiled coldly, and slapped several times in succession, all of which were smashed towards Feng Tao, who was dodging left and right in the palm wind.

In the constant moving from side to side, Feng Tao's dark shirt was also torn apart by the sharp palm wind, and several long strips of cloth were torn.

This made Feng Tao, who has always cherished his clothes very much, finally showed a trace of anger on his face.

After a slight and skillful rollover, he no longer dodged, but just faced the direction of Xiahou Yuan and counterattacked with one palm.

Watching Feng Tao defend in the ring for so long, I have never seen him win with martial arts, and I rarely see him really show any real strength.

Now, with such a real slap, the spectators in the stands all gasped:

It turns out that Feng Tao, who has always refused to show his true skills, has a bit of domineering power at hand!

After a gust of wind, Xiahou Yuan, who was originally fierce and resolute, was actually like a frosted cabbage, and the whole person seemed to wilt.

Feng Tao also refused to let go, probably to tear his coat in shame, and waved his second palm without mercy.

Although this chapter is launched straightforwardly, the variables in the middle are also quite stakes.

That Xiahou Yuan first flashed to his right hand, and after dodging the striker, the subsequent palm wind pushed over smoothly. This time, Xiahou Yuan was not so lucky to escape, in that domineering palm power, his body, like a kite with a broken string, was flapped high, and then, he fell heavily into the dust, the dust under the ring.

It was originally a noisy and noisy ring, but suddenly, it became silent.

It was so quiet that it seemed like you could hear even a needle falling on the ground.

For a long time, Xia San, who was originally standing by Xiao Yu's side, suddenly woke up like a dream, and hurriedly ran over, dragging Xiahou Yuan inch by inch from the loose mud that was photographed.

Xiahou Yuan, whose face was covered with dust and smoke and blood flowing from his nostrils, stood back to Xiao Yu's side with an embarrassed face full of grief and indignation, and with a dumb voice, he desperately squeezed out a few words:

"Boss, revenge wow......"

The extremely sad tone suddenly attracted the attention of everyone under the ring to Xiao Yu's pale golden yellow skin