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Qingsong Dao secretly made a decision in his heart, so he didn't stay here. And after all, he was dismissed in public by his junior brother Qingxuan, even if Qingsong Daoist is open-minded, there is no need to show it to the disciples under him. As soon as he finished speaking, the Qingsong Daoist shook his sleeves and exhaled, and the Qingsong Daoist disappeared between the houses with a leap, leaving behind a group of stunned disciples, of course, including Zheng Biao and others.

Oh -

As soon as the disciples of the Qingyun audience saw that things had taken a turn for the better, Qingsong Daoren let them go, and immediately cheered and ran back, standing respectfully and neatly behind their junior uncle Ye Qingxuan, which was different from the chaotic situation earlier, obviously regarding their junior uncle as the leader and backbone.

I hope that the persistence just now will not make the third senior brother unhappy. Qingxuan was silent in his heart, but he did not regret it. To be a man, sometimes you have to fight and fight...... If you don't dare to do it just because the opponent has deep internal strength, then how can there be so many grievances and grievances, right and wrong, and contradictions on the rivers and lakes, as long as everyone shines on the realm of martial arts, people with high level and deep internal strength will win directly.

Glancing at Ma Yunyong, who was full of anticipation, and then at Zheng Biao, who was dazed, Ye Qingxuan asked loudly: "Are you still willing to compete?"

"Uncle Yu - my nephew is willing!" Taking a deep breath, Ma Yunyong straightened his bent waist and held his head high, like a victorious general.

Zheng Biao was stunned for a moment, and then shouted wildly: "Which one is not comparable, it is a bastard-"

"Good job, good job-Yun Yong, little uncle will fulfill you, fight. ”

"Thank you, little uncle—"

Ma Yunyong straightened his waist, shouted at Zheng Biao, "San Biaozi, Lao Tzu is here-" The momentum was suddenly mentioned, and he rushed over like a bear.

Even Zheng Biao, who had been prepared for a long time, was shocked by Ma Yunyong's sudden outburst of bravery at this time, and dodged left and right in a panic, when he panicked, he couldn't dodge, but he was punched in the shoulder, and his whole arm was numb, and he had no strength to fight back for a while, and the wolf was unbearable.

However, the gap in strength cannot be bridged by courage. Although he was punched by Yun Yong, Zheng Biao took this opportunity to restrain his mind and concentrate on dealing with Yun Yong's attack, after all, he was a martial artist, when he concentrated on dodging, it was difficult for Yun Yong to attack Zheng Biao's body again, and after a while, as soon as Zheng Biao's body recovered, he immediately launched a counterattack.

[Swift Swallow Piercing Cloud Palm], palm chain, in an instant, Ma Yunyong was knocked to the ground by Zheng Biao again.

Seeing Yun Yong fall to the ground again, even Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart. Relieved himself, but didn't say anything, and quietly watched as Yun Yong stood up again and was knocked to the ground again.

There are still martial arts taught in the view, but this Yun Yong, who usually does not practice martial arts seriously, relies on his good physical condition and a strong courageous spirit, and has always been arrogant among the disciples in the door, but today, compared with the real martial artist, he really has no power to fight back...... If there was no conflict this time, I am afraid that Yun Yong would not have repented...... In this competition, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, because no matter what the final result is, Qingyunguan will get a good disciple.

"Uncle Junior—"

Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt that his sleeves tightened, and when he looked back, it was Lin Yuncong, who had always been inseparable from Yun Yong.

Xiao Yuncong's eyes were full of tears, and he almost cried and begged: "Little uncle, please, don't let Yun Yong fight, he can't beat it-"

Gently stroking the top of Yun Cong's head, Ye Qingxuan replied softly: "Don't worry, Yun Cong, bearded, he can't lose-"

The battle in the arena was already one-sided.

No matter how brave Ma Yunyong is, he still can't rub Zheng Biao's shirt, and he keeps standing up, falling, standing up, falling......

Blood kept flowing down Ma Yunyong's mouth, and his breathing, as if it was like a dilapidated bellows, hissed and hissed, and with every exhalation, blood spit out of his body. His body was already numb, his limbs were almost unconscious, and God knows how many bones had been broken. There were scars all over his body, and he had already been beaten beyond recognition, and his left eyelid was so swollen that only a slit remained...... Even so, every time Ma Yunyong fell, he still struggled to stand up, relying on more than just will, there seemed to be only this instinct left in his dizzy brain, that is, standing up......

"Why?" Zheng Biao punched Ma Yunyong in the cheek, knocking him into the air, and two teeth landed in the air. Blood trickled down Zheng Biao's fist, which was trembling slightly.

Zheng Biao himself was almost out of shape, but this bastard seemed to have an inexhaustible body and will, standing up over and over again.

"Why?" another punch. At this time, there is no need for any martial arts, just keep swinging punches.

"Why? Why don't you admit defeat, you don't have the strength to resist anymore, aren't you really afraid of death?"

Zheng Biao doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand, he just admits defeat, what's unacceptable? I have lost many times back then, so it's a big deal to go home and practice well, and then compare......

Why be so persistent?

"Hmph...... Hmph," Ma Yunyong stood up again tremblingly, coughing and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then muttered in an already indistinct voice, "You...... You, did you see that?"

"See what?"

"Behind me, there's the plaque on the door......"

Zheng Biao looked around, surrounded by Qingyunguan disciples with sad expressions, and crossed everyone, and there was a plaque hanging on the beam of the door.

"Qingyunguan!" Zheng Biao muttered.

"No, that's right-it's Qingyunguan-" Ma Yunyong raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes that could barely open showed a brilliance that he had never seen before: "My little uncle said that under this plaque, there are only fallen men, and there are no bad people who admit defeat-"

Zheng Biao was instantly stunned - his fist stopped involuntarily for the first time, and there was only Ma Yunyong's words in his ears: "There are only fallen men, and there are no bad people who admit defeat-" Silly big man, is this your obsession?

As soon as Ma Yunyong's words came out, it was not only Zheng Biao who was shocked, but also the dozen or so disciples of Qingyunguan beside him.

Lin Yuncong even covered his small mouth, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Ye Qingxuan's heart shook fiercely, he couldn't imagine that one of his jokes back then had become Yun Yong's insistence over the years......

"What's more......" Ma Yunyong's eyes showed a bit of banter, "I, how can I lose to a girl-"

Fuck your shit!

Stupid big man, you're just a stinky shit! To this day, you still look down on me, and you still look down on me when I beat me like a pig's head...... The old grudges over the years came to his heart, and Zheng Biao vented it on Ma Yunyong with full of anger......

The ideal of bullshit, the persistence of bullshit, in this world, only strength is the most important......

Zheng Biao's fist rained down on Ma Yunyong's body, snapping, and Yun Yong's body trembled like an electric shock with the blow...... Zheng Biao shot with hatred, every punch carried internal force, and every punch was heavy......

But Ma Yunyong has never fallen-

"Admit defeat, brute--admit defeat......"

Zheng Biao roared.

I will never show mercy, Lao Tzu will also win-

Zheng Biao's body poured out, and his internal strength had already been exhausted in the long battle.

Now - he can only punch like a normal person, punch, punch -

Suddenly-

Zheng Biao's hands tightened, and the waving hands were firmly grasped by the puppet-like opponent......

On a face swollen like a pig's head, a pair of eyes that were so swollen that there was only one slit left were exuding a playful look at this time.

"Aha--the rabbit has been caught!"

Zheng Biao was shocked and struggled violently......

Who knew that his hands were as if they were clamped by a vice, and they couldn't break free at all.

"You've fought enough, it's time for Lao Tzu to make a move, right?"

Yun Yong slammed his arms and shouted: "Die to Lao Tzu—"

Ahh

A loud shout.

Zheng Biao felt an irresistible majestic force between his arms, and then the whole world turned upside down.

exhaled, Zheng Biao's whole person was suddenly picked up......

Boom -

Zheng Biao was slammed to the ground.

Everyone was in shock at the same time, and it felt as if the entire ground was shaking by this shock.

Poof――

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Zheng Biao's mouth. The force was too great and irresistible, and Zheng Biao suffered internal injuries in an instant.

fell to the ground, Zheng Biao struggled to support him, but he was silent for a long time and couldn't get up. His body had already been depleted, and there was still extra strength there. That Ma Yunyong - the body lì strong, is simply a brute -;