"Huang Li is ......" After listening to Zhang Biao's solemn expression, Chen Mo finally knew that Huang Li turned out to be a boxer under Xiang Shaoheng.

And he is also one of the three masters under Xia Shaoheng, although his strength is the weakest of the three masters, he is already a five-fold existence in the Red Realm.

In addition to the other two masters, Huang Li has never lost in this underground gym.

Dealing with the fourfold rotten mouth of the Red Realm, Chen Mo already had no bottom in his heart, and now that he has become the Huang Li of the fifth level of the Red Realm, Chen Mo is even more bottomless in his heart.

It's just that Xiang Shaoheng's subordinates, how did they run to fight on behalf of Rotten Kougui, it seems that Xiang Shaoheng really hooked up with Rotten Kougui.

"Little brother, forget it, let's stop fighting, I'll go and admit defeat to the rotten mouth."

Admitting defeat means handing over the turf to the rotten mouth, and there is no way for Zhang Biao to make such a decision.

But Chen Mo shook his head at Zhang Biao, because even if he lost, he had to fight.

One is that he now needs actual combat to improve his cultivation, and the other is that Zhang Biao was completely dragged in by him in this matter.

So there is no hope, and he has to do his best to help Zhang Biao fight.

At the same time, in the office of Xiang Shaoheng in the background of the boxing gym, Xiang Shaoheng sat on the boss's chair with a relaxed face.

In front of him, there were two big men with faces full of flesh and strength, they were the other two of Xiang Shaoheng's three masters.

"Zheng Tong, wait for the warm-up match on Zhang Biao's side, you will play." Xiang Shaoheng looked at one of the big men and said, "But you remember, I don't want you to win, but I want you to lose, and I want to lose without leaving a trace." ”

Zheng Tong is the middle of the three masters, and he is also the fifth-level cultivation of the Red Realm, but in actual combat, because he has practiced a pair of iron fists, Huang Li can only lose against him.

It's just that Xiang Shaoheng let him lose to Chen Mo, and he had to lose without leaving a trace, which made him unable to understand, and subconsciously asked, "Xiang Shao, why?" ”

Without waiting for Xiang Shaoheng to speak, another big man spoke first, and said: "Lao Zheng, I also have to ask Xiang Shao, the kid who represents Zhang Biao is unknown, you fight against him, those rich people will definitely buy you to win, but as a result, you lost without leaving a trace, you said that the rich people bought the money you won will become ours." ”

"And after you lose to him, you will definitely give those rich people an illusion that that kid is more powerful than you, so in the life-and-death battle between Zhang Biao and Rotten Kougui tomorrow night, those rich people will definitely think that even you have lost to that kid, and Huang Li will definitely lose."

"In addition, those rich people lost money tonight, and they will definitely bet more on that kid tomorrow night and want to turn it over, but they don't know that you just deliberately lost to that kid, and that kid only loses in the face of Huang Li, and that kid loses, do you say that those rich people bet on him, has it become ours again."

This big man's name is Jin Yong, he is the strongest of the three masters, the six-fold cultivation of the Red Realm, and he has become a small man in a horizontal iron cloth shirt, and even Xiang Shaoheng is difficult to hurt him.

And he is also the smartest of the three masters, after some analysis, Xiang Shaoheng nodded directly appreciatively, and looked at Zheng Daodao: "Now you understand?" ”

Zheng Tong nodded, and then Xiang Shaoheng stood up and left the office.

Because outside the ring, the warm-up match on the side of the rotten mouth has come out, and Huang Li, who represented the rotten mouth gui, won the final victory.

"Everyone, ...... next" A man who resembled a host yelled in the ring with a microphone, and Chen Mo and Zheng Tong also entered the arena separately.

When these rich people saw Chen Mo, they couldn't help but let out a burst of boos, because the bodyguards around them all told them that Chen Mo was just an ordinary person and had no cultivation at all.

Let's ask such a person, how can he be Zheng Tong's opponent.

Although Xiang Shaoheng gave Chen Mo a odds of one to ten, Zheng Tong only offered a odds of one to one.

But these rich people still bought Zheng Tong to win, after all, no matter how high Chen Mo's odds are, they all think that Chen Mo can't win, so how can they buy it.

Of course, there was also an accident, there was a big fat man, who originally ordered a million, and he wanted to buy Zheng Tong to win, but when he confirmed it, he made a mistake and bought it as Chen Mowin.

Because it is an electronic screen operation, it can't be changed if you buy it, and the big fat man is so angry that he scolds.

"Grass, Lao Tzu actually ordered the wrong one, Lao Tzu's one million! ~”

The big fat man's words provoked the laughter of the other rich people, but as the game began, their laughter gradually stopped.

Because Chen Mo was not as vulnerable as they imagined, he was able to persist in dozens of moves under Zheng Tong's men without being defeated.

Not to mention them, even Zheng Tong was surprised, he wanted to fight with Chen Mo for dozens of moves, but he "lost" to Chen Mo.

But as Chen Mo became more and more courageous, he was slapped forward by Chen Mo, and then Chen Mo kicked him in the back, making him fall forward like a dog eating.

Although he didn't fall to the ground, he still felt ashamed, and he didn't keep his shot, and Xiang Shaoheng's words to him were gradually forgotten by him.

"Boy, you're looking for death! ~”

Suddenly, Zheng Tong, who was hit in the face by Chen Mo's punch and was bleeding all over the face, instantly became furious, and he didn't have any reservations, picked up a pair of huge iron fists and smashed them at Chen Mo.

Xiang Shaoheng, who was watching the battle in the ring, saw it, and he was furious in an instant, but in front of so many people, he couldn't stop it out loud, so he could only stare at Zheng Tong with his eyes, daring not to do what he said, Zheng Tong was simply looking for death.

Rumble! ~！ ~

The power contained in Zheng Tong's pair of iron fists was too powerful, although Chen Mo tried his best to resolve it with his palms.

But in the end, Zheng Tong's iron fists still bombarded his chest.

Chen Mo only felt as if his chest had burst, and he immediately slammed his dantian to the ground, but his body still flew backwards involuntarily, and a pair of shoes pulled out two long shoe prints because of the violent friction with the ground.

Bang! ~

Finally, Chen Mo's body slammed into the guardrail of the ring, and after breaking the guardrail and making a fierce sound, his body finally stopped.

"Boy, yes, you can still catch this punch of mine, then you can try another punch! ~”

Obviously, Zheng Tong was not satisfied with the effect of the punch just now, and in the middle of a roar, a pair of iron fists blasted towards Chen Mo again.

Chen Mo was already at the end of his crossbow at this time, and his internal organs only felt as if they were displaced, and it was good to be able to stand.

Where is there still the ability to take the pair of iron fists that Zheng Tong blasted into, and he can only watch Zheng Tong's pair of iron fists wait for death.

Suddenly, just when Zheng Tong's pair of iron fists almost bombarded Chen Mo, Chen Mo seemed to feel something.

Then, a wave of power suddenly surged from his eight veins of the Qi Sutra and gathered towards his dantian.

At this critical moment, his cultivation actually broke through, and his cultivation, which had been staying in the Red Realm, rose in an instant, and directly rose to the position of the Red Realm Triple Five Millimeters.

The feeling of exhaustion and pain in the body before was also swept away.

No wonder the Burning Sky Ancestor Club, the actual combat at this stage is the best way for him to improve his strength and let his cultivation grow again, it seems that the Burning Sky Ancestor really didn't lie to him!

"Ahh ~！·”

Seeing that Zheng Tong's iron fists were about to bombard Chen Mo's head, the rich people in the audience couldn't help but let out exclamations.

Although they like to come here to see the most primitive brutality and blood, they still can't bear the fear in their hearts when they think of waiting for Chen Mo's head to be blasted into a pulp by Zheng Tong's iron fists.

However, at the critical time, Chen Mo's head did not really turn into paste, and at that moment, Chen Mo, who seemed to be scared stupid, suddenly moved.

After dodging Zheng Tong's pair of iron fists, he immediately bullied up, and then made a move of the acupuncture hand lightning on Zheng Tong's body.

Then, he raised his legs, bent his knees, and slammed into Zheng Tong's chest, and then swept with one leg.

All the actions were done in one go, and everyone including Xiang Shaoheng didn't know how Chen Mo made the move.

By the time they reacted, Zheng Tong had already been swept out by Chen Mo's kick, and flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

After falling to the ground, he instantly vomited blood and passed out.