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"Distinguished guests, the last game of our black boxing match is about to begin, and our odds have been announced. Note: Time is limited, please hurry. "Lei Li, they had just left, and they heard a sweet voice on the radio.

"No, Murakami's odds of winning are fifty times greater."

"What? It's not true, I'm not dreaming, am I? How could Boss Meng give us so much silver for nothing. ”

"That's it, is that Li Tianming really powerful?"

"Look, Li Tianming's odds of winning are only one or two."

"I'm rubbing, Boss Meng is absolutely crazy, this is simply a clear way for people to win money."

"Is it still a fake fist?"

I don't know who shouted so suddenly, which made the field that had already exploded even more boiling.

"No, Boss Meng can't have a fake fist here."

"You are still so naïve to believe Boss Meng, you also saw the confrontation between Sam and Li Tianming just now, Sam was ruthless, but he couldn't hit Li Tianming, but the two touched it casually, and Sam was knocked down, this is not a fake fist."

"Even if it's a fake punch, I believe Murakami can win."

"Yes, Murakami has won several championships in a row, and he can't play fake boxing."

"Yes, we choose to believe Murakami."

“……”

Although there are many people who play fake boxing, they choose to believe in Murakami more, so that many people were originally shaken and ready to choose Li Tianming's choice to win was shaken at this moment, which created a situation where the people who chose Murakami's victory were still bursting, and there were very few people who chose Li Tianming's victory, and the few were pitiful.

Even that pitiful number still didn't make the people in the black boxing market give up the fight.

Because this is the last game, according to the rules of the game, any bet that cannot reach 50 million will be disqualified from the game, but this is the last game, if Li Chunsheng is withdrawn, it will be too child's play.

So although Li Chunsheng's bet was only a few tens of thousands of yuan, he still had to participate in the competition.

"Li Tianming vs. Murakami, the last round of the game, now officially begins."

As the host's voice fell, thousands of eyes from the audience were all focused on the ring.

There were two young men of similar stature, one named Li Tianming, who came to China; The other is called Murakami, who came to the Great Sun Empire.

Neither of them moved, but looked at each other earnestly.

"Grass, why don't you start fighting?" Two minutes later, some people in the audience couldn't help but start scolding.

Even Meng Lianghai, who was sitting in the box, was very depressed at the moment, and the people he sent out to inquire about the truth about the death of County Magistrate Zhang were similar to what Mr. Ghost described, and then he went to see Li Tianming in person, feeling that he was a real awesome character.

And just now Lei Li ran to him to complain, and so on, all of this shows that Li Tianming is very capable.

But he has the ability, why is it two minutes, and he doesn't do it in the face of Murakami.

Even Li Chunsheng's wife Ye Qingrou in Haijiao Continent didn't understand why all this was going on, according to what he knew about Li Chunsheng, it should be a matter of minutes to kill Murakami, but he didn't do it, what was he waiting for.

Everyone didn't see it, but the two people on the stage knew that not only did they do it, but they had been fighting for more than two minutes.

As soon as Li Chunsheng came to power, he put pressure on Murakami, because as soon as he came to power, he smelled a smell from Murakami that made him very disgusted, and this smell made him remember it vividly, that is, the stench in the body of the ghost cultivator.

That's why he looked at Murakami seriously, trying to see how he was different from others.

And Murakami, under Li Chunsheng's coercion, is really constantly changing his body, from the shock at the beginning, to the later began to resist, and then later, he had to open something that could not be opened to resist the coercion exuded by Li Chunsheng.

"It stinks, where does this smell come from?" The host looked at the two contestants who were looking at each other in a daze, covered his nose and muttered.

As her small voice came out, Murakami's body followed closely behind, but he did not fall to the ground, but looked at Li Chunsheng and asked coldly, "Who are you?" ”

"So you're also a ghost cultivator?" Li Chunsheng didn't answer him, but said with a cold snort.

"You know ghost cultivators?" Murakami was even more shocked this time, his steps involuntarily retreated, and he looked at Li Chunsheng, as if he saw what frightened him the most, "Come on, who are you?" How do you know about ghost cultivation? ”

"My name is Li Tianming, what's your name?" Li Chunsheng said lightly, "What is the relationship between Chen Xiang'er and you?" ”

Li Chunsheng directly brought up Chen Xiang'er's name because he felt that after Chen Xiang'er's body changed, it was similar to the situation of the person in front of him, and if he guessed correctly, it was very likely that the two of them had practiced the same kind of exercise.

Of course, Li Chunsheng also understood that the person in front of him was a real ghost cultivator, and he was not at all comparable to Zhang Mingming's kind of guy who was taken advantage of.

Maybe he knew where the ghost cultivator's lair was.

"You actually know Sister Chen?" Murakami's shock was not trivial, he looked at Li Chunsheng and asked coldly, "Who are you?" Where did you meet Sister Chen? Is she really alive? ……”

Faced with a series of problems in Murakami, Li Chunsheng was dumbfounded.

Hell, am I asking you questions, or are you asking me questions? I'll just ask you what your relationship is with Chen Xiang'er. Why are you asking me so many questions?

But in an instant, Li Chunsheng understood what was going on, and his face immediately became much gloomy.

looked at Murakami, and said with a look of contempt and disgust, "Do you really have a relationship with Chen Xiang'er?" ”

"If you really cared about Chen Xiang'er, you wouldn't let her become what she is now." Li Chunsheng's last sentence was unusually ruthless.

But Murakami didn't hear it, just kept muttering, "Sister Chen is still alive, she's really alive, it's really good......"

"She's alive now, but who can guarantee that she'll be alive the next moment?" Li Chunsheng snorted at Murakami and said angrily.

"What did you say?" Murakami suddenly stepped forward, but as soon as he stepped forward, he immediately felt the coercion even worse, and the ban on the stench that had been imprisoned in his body was loosened again, and the stench spread farther.

……

"Damn, why is it so stinky, who farted?"

"That's it, that Wang Ba farted?"

"It's not the smell of fart, it's like the smell of a corpse decomposing."

"What? The smell of rotting corpses? How can there be a smell of rotting corpses here? ”

"It's the smell of rotting corpses, I work in a hospital, and I'm particularly sensitive to this."

"Ah, there's a corpse rotting here?"

“……”

The crowd in the audience has been shouting as if it has exploded, and there are even a few people who can't even pay attention to the game on the stage.

But there is one exception, that is Ye Qingrou, her eyes looked out motionlessly, looking at her husband and another person in the ring, she could already see that Murakami couldn't support it, but why didn't her husband kill him.

"Murakami, tell me where the ghost cultivator's lair is, and I'm going to avenge Chen Xiang'er." Li Chunsheng said fiercely.

Murakami hesitated for a moment, two voices arguing in his head.

One is to choose to believe Li Chunsheng's words, because Chen Xiang'er's departure was indeed done by those few people, and his hatred for ghost cultivation is also obvious; And the other one didn't believe Li Chunsheng's words, after all, Li Chunsheng exuded an aura that made their ghost cultivators want to get close, and it seemed that as long as they cultivated with this man, their cultivation could be improved.

But Murakami also understands that once Chen Xianger and other men double cultivate, there will definitely be a shadow of ghost cultivation on this man, and even become a ghost cultivator, but looking at Li Tianming in front of him, it seems that he is still like an ordinary person.

After hesitating for a long time and struggling for a long time, Murakami slowly exhaled a breath and said fiercely, "It's all those bastards, if they hadn't forced Sister Chen, how could Sister Chen leave." ”

"Li Tianming, tell me first, how is Sister Chen now?" Murakami ditched the tangle and asked him the questions he cared about most.

"She's not doing well," Li Chunsheng began to compile a story, probably a girl who was penniless, living on the streets, and then met human traffickers and so on, and Chen Xiang'er looked pretty good, and her figure and kung fu in bed were likeable, so it was natural that she would be transferred to the kiln shop, and then ......

"Don't talk about it."

Murakami really couldn't listen to it anymore, and at the same time, he couldn't bear the coercion that Li Chunsheng brought him, and when he opened his mouth, a black blood stain came out of his mouth and poured on the ground, emitting a foul smell that made people vomit.

The beautiful host couldn't help jumping off the stage, she couldn't understand why the two of them didn't make a move, someone had already vomited blood, and the blood spit out was still black, and it even exuded a disgusting smell.

The people in the audience also couldn't help it, and many people had already covered their mouths and got up from their positions and ran outside.

"Damn, I can't watch this game today, what kind of smell is this, it stinks to death."

"Hide at home tomorrow and watch the video, it's the first time I've encountered this kind of scene that makes people vomit."

"Isn't it, it's better to hide at home with your girlfriend."

“……”

Most of the audience had already evacuated, and Meng Lianghai in the box was also a little unable to support it, his room was relatively tightly sealed, and he didn't smell this pungent smell. He just saw the crowd running back and forth on the screen, and he couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart.