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With the same swing of his right fist, Yan Wuwu's hand instantly turned into a lustrous milky white.

With a muffled bang, Ji Ming's fist rushing forward stopped abruptly, but Yan Wuwu couldn't control it and fell backwards and retreated four or five steps before he could stand firm.

There was a hint of surprise in Ji Ming's eyes, he obviously didn't expect the kid in front of him, who looked a few years younger than him, to catch his punch.

What surprised Ji Ming the most was Yan Wuwu's fist, in the fist just now, he obviously had the upper hand, but at this time, his right hand was painful, and Yan Wuwu's fist was like copper cast iron.

"It was obvious that he had the upper hand just now, so what did he do when he took a few steps back?"

The puzzled Jiming shook his aching fist, and suddenly looked at the little kid in front of him in disbelief, this little kid didn't want to embarrass me and deliberately took a few steps back, right?

"No way, I'll try again." Ji Ming raised his eyes and looked at Yan Wuwu solemnly, his body stretched again, this time, his attack was not so simple, the whole person flew up from the ground, and in an instant, he had already come to Yan Wuwu.

"Da Ming Fist - Leap Strike!"

The swarthy fist gloves on Ji Ming's hand suddenly crossed a layer of golden aura, and the momentum of this punch did not leave his hand at all.

"Forget it, don't waste any time." Yan Wuwu pursed his lips, his knees bent slightly, and his hands were sealed in a very peculiar posture.

Yoshimei's blow can be said to be his famous stunt, and he can deal with it no matter how his opponent blocks or attacks.

But just as his fist was about to fall, suddenly, an invisible force came from below, and that force seemed to be viscous, not a powerful impact, but full of resilience.

Ji Ming had nowhere to borrow strength in the air, and he only felt that his body was forced to deviate from the original track by that force and fell to the side.

"What kind of power is this?" A feeling of utter surprise came through Jiming's mind.

At this time, Yan Wuwu did not pursue, and quietly watched Ji Ming fall outside the ring, and then smiled: I agreed.

Ji Ming's face was a little ugly, he had to admit that he had underestimated the enemy just now, and the child in front of him, who looked a few years younger than himself, was much stronger than he imagined.

"You are very powerful, I am convinced of losing, can you tell me, what was that power just now?"

Ji Ming was very puzzled in his heart, although he did not say that he was experienced in a hundred battles, he had never seen such a strange power.

As the referee appeared on the stage to announce Yan's victory, the crowd below reacted.

"Ji Ming actually lost, what's the situation?"

"I don't know, this is a loss, it won't be a release of water."

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Not only did the audience below not understand, but the referee in the ring was also puzzled, obviously seeing Ji Ming rushing forward violently, but he fell outside the ring inexplicably.

Looking at the puzzled people, he didn't intend to solve everyone's doubts, but the divine thought transmission told Ji Ming alone.

In the next battle, everyone who came on the field was inexplicably just started, and they fell under the ring, and as the referee ruled that Yan Wuwu had won, the people below felt more and more that there was a conspiracy.

"There's fraud in this, the cliff, this little kid didn't hit a few times at all, we fell down, the cliff is secretly operated by a master!"

In the crowd, a little white face who had just been beaten down said viciously.

"Yes, there must be someone operating in the dark, otherwise, how could we lose to a child!"

"That's it, that's it, there are definitely masters to help him!"

The crowd below gradually began to get agitated, and losing to a child with long hair was definitely a fraud.

"Ahem, I announce that this competition will recruit relatives, and Qin Lan will come out on top." The referee in the ring cleared his throat and announced, although he also thought this little kid was incredible, but in the end, he was the winner.

As soon as the referee's words fell, the city lord Ke Haihong walked out with a smile on his face, and the Ke Linghua behind him was still as cold as ice, but at this time, Ke Linghua's eyes were indeed a little confused when he looked at Yan Wuwu.

"City Lord, we are not convinced, there is fraud in this!"

"Yes, the city lord has given us justice, this little kid must be cheating!"

Everyone in the audience shouted when they saw Ke Haihong walking out, as if they had seen their father.

Ke Haihong's face was a little ugly, he glanced at everyone in the audience, and said coldly: What are you dissatisfied with? I said that the person who stood last in the ring was my son-in-law, and he didn't think about it if he didn't have the skills of others!

Ke Haihong is worthy of being a giant, and as soon as he spoke, all the monks below suddenly looked at me, I looked at you, and he didn't dare to say anything, but his face was unwilling.

"City Lord Ke, if it is a normal fight, he will admit it if he loses, but this little hairy kid can beat so many monks, and his methods are surprising, I'm afraid there is fraud in it."

A deep and powerful voice came from afar, and two figures in the distance were walking side by side, and it was one of the two people who spoke.

"Tong San, what do you mean by that?" Ke Haihong in the ring looked at the gradually approaching duo.

One of the two was a rather stout black-haired boy with an arsenal on his back. The other figure was even more burly and strong, more than two meters tall, and also carried a weapon box behind him.

When the originally low crowd in the audience saw the arrival of the two, they suddenly became as if they had stabbed a beecom's nest, and began to be noisy again.

"Look, that's the three heads of the Tong family in the south of the city!"

"It's okay now, Tong Sanren has always been stubborn, and this time it will definitely not be good."

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Listening to the conversation of the people below, Ke Haihong's face suddenly became ugly, the referee in the ring snorted coldly, and the monks in the audience suddenly quieted down like a lightning strike.

"It's not interesting, all of you here are famous young talents within a radius of a hundred miles, but you were beaten by a four or five-year-old hairy child, isn't it a little strange."

The sturdy man was the Tong San in everyone's mouth, and at this time, he walked unhurriedly to the ring and looked at Yan Wuwu.

"The skills are not as good as people, what's so strange." Ke Haihong said expressionlessly.

"City Lord Ke is right to say this, but this kid doesn't move, and the opponent falls out of the ring, it's really weird." Tong San said slowly.

"The exercises are supernatural, the cultivation is different, what is weird or not, and if you can stand in the end, you will be the winner." Ke Haihong waved his sleeves.

"It's better to be like this, my son is only twenty years old this year, let Tong Qi go up and try it, what is Ke Cheng's idea."

Tong San said as his divine sense probed Yan Wuwu, this kid really has a problem, at such a young age, my divine sense can't even detect him.

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