"Don't send this kind of waste to the end again! Do you want to send me money to spend? Boring! ”

As soon as these words came out, all the black families in the audience were boiling, this person was too arrogant! To say such a thing! him! him!

There was silence in the Hongmen camp for a while, and then even stronger cheers erupted!

This guy is so arrogant! If you don't applaud yourself at this time, when will you wait?

The disciples of the Hongmen, especially the disciples of the younger generation, were extremely excited on their faces, raising their eyebrows, and wishing that they would stand in the ring like that hero, and stop shouting at the global black family, it was so cool!

Even an elder like Vice President Zhao nodded and smiled one after another, and said in his heart that this masked man really has a kind, even if Hongmen loses in the end, he will earn back face!

was provoked by the masked man like this, and there was also blood in the black family, and immediately a Mexican mafia boxer jumped on the stage, pointing at Ling Qingfeng and scolding him all the time, the Mexican language was urgent and fast, probably something to greet your mother, and I will tear you apart and fry your bones later.

This Mexican boxer has a well-proportioned body, solid muscles, and is not low, with a one-meter-eighty-five appearance, an open chest, revealing a thick black hair on his chest, long hands and feet, and most importantly, a bloody light in his eyes.

The bulletproof glass cover was only halfway down, and the Mexican was already screaming and rushing towards the masked man.

The Mexican looks like he came from a wrestling background and is very confident in his form.

Bang! Ling Qingfeng faced the opponent's momentum, shook his waist and hips, and swept the opponent's waist with one leg.

The tall Mexican's momentum came to an abrupt halt. The whole person is like a wheat stalk swept away by the autumn wind, and it softened.

Ling Qingfeng took a big step forward. The probe grabbed the opponent's throat and raised it high with one arm.

Boom! Ling Qingfeng shook his hand casually. The poor Mexican was thrown directly out of the bulletproof glass cover.

Even before the hood fell, the battle was over.

This masked man's moves are becoming more and more streamlined, directly killing with one leg, kicking and breaking the Mexican boxer's lumbar vertebrae, cold-blooded, but it's really cool!

As he said, it's completely a pressure of strength, and if you don't have real skills, it's better not to come to power!

Four so-called masters in a row. He didn't even hold out for a quarter of an hour! Hell yes!

That's four people, not four dogs, not four stakes, each of them has a great reputation on the outside, but when it comes to this masked man, all of them have become soft-footed shrimp!

The black family in the audience couldn't sit still.

The leader of the Morgan family in the United States beckoned, called one of his subordinates, and whispered a few words.

This subordinate immediately took several companions and entered the Hell Angels camp, the Jewish gang camp, and the Medellin Black Family camp.

Soon. From these black family camps, several representatives walked out of each other, and quickly entered the other large and small black family camps on the scene.

Five minutes later, all the Black Family camps received the news except for the Huaxia people. And a consensus was reached.

One fighter after another appeared at the ring, and they were ordered to go on stage and fight the masked man, and no one was allowed to back down. Lots are drawn to determine the order in which they will play.

Except for the Huaxia people, the other black families decided to unite. Even if you use the number of grinders, you have to grind out the masked man's physical strength and pull him off the horse!

Eight fighters. Will their decisions succeed if they come to power in turn, and without giving the masked people a chance to breathe again?

In the Hongmen camp, many people saw the clues and scolded one after another!

Hong Qingshan's face showed a worry, although he knew that this was a scene that would definitely happen, but when it really appeared, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, could Xia Hou hold up the wheel war?

The bulletproof glass cover slowly rises, and this time the console is probably not going to be lowered! Anyway, with so many eyes watching, it has already hit to this extent, and no one dares to pull out a gun and shoot the one on the table!

An extremely majestic ghost animal jumped on the stage and screamed twice, and the muscles on his body swelled.

Ling Qingfeng saw that this person was also playing with a handful of muscles, and he was really not interested.

Jumping into it, he jumped on top of the head of the European ghost beast.

Bang! The feet stepped on the shoulders of the other party, the intention was strong, the body sank, and the jack fell out!

The muscular ghost beast immediately lay on his stomach, and the behemoth fell to the ground with a bang, and fainted straight up!

Those foreigners were all dumbfounded, and exclaimed God! I've never seen a way to stomp your opponent down!

The faint ghost animal here has not been dragged down, and a small one jumped up, this person did not look at the dark, looking at the wild monkey from Africa, as soon as he came on the stage, he jumped up and down, making a lot of noise.

Bang! Ling Qingfeng kicked over with a heart-piercing leg, and the little monkey was like a leather ball and came out directly.

What is the identity of the innate master? Even the dragoon guards have to stick to their faces to recruit the best people! This is also the reason why Hong Qingshan must invite Xia Hou to fight to the death!

Compared with the real innate masters, these boxers invited by the black family are really as vulnerable as chickens and dogs.

At the beginning, Xia Hou was only an almost innate master, Hong Qingshan already regarded him as a treasure among treasures, and now his real strength has almost surpassed that of an innate master, and he can even fight with the ground level, and then against these black family fighters, it is effortless.

In such a stunned kung fu, eight boxers rushed up five in a row, all of them were sent away by Ling Qingfeng's three punches and two kicks!

The difference in strength is too great, and it can be summed up in two words, sweep!

When the sixth opponent jumped on the stage, Ling Qingfeng saw that this person's calves were trembling, and he was amused in his heart, these people had lost their courage and were no longer in the climate!

The man who came to power was a representative of the Angels of Hell, he was only a black boxing champion who came from a Siberian training camp, but after seeing the defeat of Chekhov, the ace of the Siberyali training camp, he had long since lost the courage to face the Mask Demon.

Ling Qingfeng simply stomped his feet on the spot, and the black boxing champion was immediately so frightened that he hurriedly hugged his head and knelt down, his face full of horror, and he threw his hands away with snot and tears, begging for mercy in a dialect he understood.

The spectators in the audience laughed one after another, and the hell angels camp was even more depressed.

rushed people to the stage, but they lost their face in vain, and even if they killed that fool later, the family's face would be lost.

Ling Qingfeng also felt a little embarrassed, there are still most people in this world who are afraid of death, and this opponent's performance is normal!

He didn't intend to take this man's life, but he was excited about this long-awaited global hack. The Dao Fighting Awards were faintly disappointed.

Just when Ling Qingfeng was slightly relaxed, suddenly a breeze swept by, and no one noticed the gust of wind, while the boxer who knelt down on the stage fell to the ground with a sound.

The innate true qi in Ling Qingfeng's body suddenly accelerated its flow, and the senses all over his body magnified several times in an instant.

There was a white wave in my eyes! It's not an illusion, it's a knife breath!

It's too late, it's too soon! Ling Qingfeng took half a step back, and the floor in front of him made a soft thud, and a clear knife mark was left on it.

Before anyone arrives, the sword qi comes first! This is the level of an innate master! Ling Qingfeng's eyes were bright, and his eyes were blazing on the other side of the ring.

The masked man's posture as if he was facing a great enemy immediately silenced the audience.

From the edge of the ring, a person slowly walked up, this person had yellow skin, black eyes, was not tall, shaved the most ordinary head, wearing an old cyan tunic suit, his body was a little out of shape, his belly was slightly protruding, and the second button was a little tight.

At first glance, this person looks like a cook in a Chinatown wearing a Mao suit, a little nondescript, but his temperament is easy to recognize.

The most important thing is that this person is really carrying a thick-backed pig-killing knife in his hand, which is the kind used to chop big bones on the pork selling board.

"Hello, this little brother of Hongmen!" The fat middle-aged man smiled at Ling Qingfeng and said.

Ling Qingfeng stared at his pig-killing knife, the sweat pores on the back of his hand automatically opened, and goosebumps protruded densely.

It's not fear, it's a kind of qi induction, if this middle-aged man who kills pigs is not a congenital master, I will write the word Ling upside down in the future!

Ling Qingfeng's chest was filled with the joy of the battle, and his fighting spirit suddenly rose high.

"I'm sorry, I'm Pork Su from the Big Circle Gang, I didn't want to come up, it's rare to see a good hand like you, it's itchy for a while, and I can't help but come up! Please forgive me! Pork Su waved his hand very seriously, saluting first and then soldiering.

As soon as this middle-aged man who looked like a pig-killing guy came to power, there was immediately a riot in the Hongmen camp.

The most important thing is that Zhao Ximing, vice president of Hongmen, suddenly stood up from his seat. Everyone didn't know why, and they suddenly panicked.

Zhao Ximing, the vice president of Hongmen, has always been known for his calm kung fu that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color, and when he saw that person, he stood up in shock.

Who the hell is the other party? He said that he was from the Big Circle Gang, but the boxer of the Big Circle Gang was obviously not this person before!

Zhao Ximing's eyes flickered, and he stopped talking, and finally let out a long sigh, hatefully scolding: "Fight in the nest, only know how to fight in the nest!" Striving for fame and fortune, he has never been afraid of the face of his compatriots! As Chinese people, why can't they unite and fist outward! It was so a hundred years ago, and it is now! I'm! ”

Hong Qingshan saw that the vice president's face was wrong, and he boldly asked, "Who is that person on the field?" ”

Zhao Ximing's face was depressed, and he shook his head and said, "Hmph! Who is he? He is the third generation of the Great Circle Gang Great Elder, one of the only two innate powerhouses in the world, Pork Su! This person has already entered the innate realm twenty years ago, and he can be said to be the ancestor of the Great Circle Gang, and he is actually embarrassed to jump down and fight, it is really shameless, too shameless! ”

"What? Veteran congenital powerhouse? This, this kind of character, what is he jumping off for? Hong Qingshan was dumbfounded when he heard this. (To be continued......)