Zijuan snorted coldly and said, "Poisonous snake? Hmph, they deserve it too? ”

Ye Zi didn't say anything after hearing this, just looked at Gao Huan whispering as he wished, with a vicious expression.

"Brother Gao, you won't be lucky enough to win for a cheap slave, right?"

Gao Huan frowned for a long time, and said coldly: "Hmph, I'm afraid that your news is not accurate, I have already prepared, if the black otter shows his defeat, the cheap slave will die in an instant!" ”

As he wished, he shook suddenly, his eyes were fixed on Gao Huan, who looked vicious, and without words, he secretly touched the gambling evidence hidden in his underwear, and the feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense!

As soon as the two of them came into contact in the field, Zilong felt a mountain of pressure rushing towards him, and the secret Dao Yuwentai was really amazing, no wonder he was defeated so quickly like the wind.

Every detail of Yuwentai's shot, repeatedly sketched in his mind, and accurately deduced, so that he grasped every possibility of Yuwentai's parry, and avoided it wonderfully.

The faster the attack, the faster it became, at the beginning Yuwentai was still able to deal with it, but now it is far beyond its reaction ability, and some punches and feet continue to fall on Yuwentai, but unfortunately the strength is not very heavy.

Zilong is also helpless, Yuwentai's brute strength is amazing, after deduction, he will be tired to death first, one movement and one static, of course, the quiet one can accumulate strength and reduce loss.

If Yu Wentai seizes the opportunity, he will be able to abolish himself with one blow, and it seems that today's battle will not be famous, but he will be trampled on.

Zilong thought about it, and couldn't help but complain secretly, why didn't the hegemony assistance system give him the second-kill skill? In this trance, the fighting spirit dropped sharply, and the offensive was stagnant.

Yuwentai saw that Zilong's body was steep, and he smiled secretly in his heart, seeing how long you can last, he simply said cool words.

"Little slave, your fists are as soft as the girls, are you really here to die?"

Zilong was anxious when he heard this, and he made so many moves, and finally saw that the empty block made an attack, but it was directly ignored by others, isn't this useless work?

Suddenly, there was a cheer from the crowd, "Little Hannu is so good!" ”

Zilong stole a look, and most of them looked gloomy and were still complaining.

"Why doesn't this black otter fight back?"

"Yes, if it goes on like this, won't it be cheaper for the little Hannu, and it will cause us to lose money?"

"You know what? Little Hannu's fist is not hard enough to cause damage to the black otter! ”

……

Zilong couldn't hear all kinds of discussions in the crowd, and the people who supported Yuwentai had begun to show a complaining look, and he couldn't see it.

He only knew that he might not be able to support it for a long time.

Out of his mind, the slackness of a stagnation, and the flaws that were constantly moving and exposed, finally accumulated to the extent that Yuwentai counterattacked.

Yuwentai laughed wildly and sent a heavy punch, the target was directly between Zilong's chest and abdomen, and Zilong secretly said badly.

At this time, he was sending a blow, his body was sluggish, his castration was exhausted, he lost his balance, and if he wanted to stand firm, he still needed some strength.

Between the lightning and flint, I felt that Yuwentai hit his chest with a heavy fist, and only heard Yuwentai shout like thunder: "Cheap slaves are killed!" ”

Saying that Yuwentai added offensive again and again, Zilong had no choice but to use his strength to fly back, but he didn't expect that Yuwentai's speed increased suddenly, and his strength did not decrease at all, could it be that he was hiding his strength before?

Looking at the fists that continued to attack him like a torrential rain, although Zilong was able to deduce the follow-up moves, he was unable to hold on for a long time due to lack of physical strength!

In the end, it was difficult to keep up with Yuwentai's attack, and he was punched in the jaw, flipped out, and fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing that the situation on the field had changed suddenly, Yuwentai turned the tide and reversed the tide of the battle with one blow.

Yuwentai didn't hear it, and kept attacking more, this is his principle, and he will never give his opponent any chance.

Punch after punch, Zilong, who hit directly, had no resistance, and the onlookers, seeing this bloody picture, calmed down!

"Little slave, have you thrown in the towel?"

Zilong was dizzy at this time, unable to move a bit, seeing that Yuwentai was disappointed, he didn't kill himself, as if he had forgotten the cruel words he left when he first met that day.

The chest was suffocated, Zilong didn't know what Yuwentai was intending to, but he felt a few punches in succession, although he was churning, only the last blow fell on his head.

Although the other attacks were also quite heavy, they only landed on the chest, although they were spared a fatal blow, but the suffocation in Zilong's chest was really miserable, and he secretly said in his heart.

Seeing that Jinzilong's defeat was decided, there were even people who bet on Yuwentai to win, and they were ready to cheer and celebrate.

The gambler won the dragon, but at this time he was resentful, and he only hated the cheap slaves for tiring them to lose money!

Rushuang is like the wind, seeing that Yuwentai did not make a dead hand, although he is secretly glad, but the old injury of the worried Zilong has healed, and the new injury has become a new one, Rushuang still can't help crying.

"Throw in the towel!"

Rushuang's voice was so low that before he could take five steps, he dissipated into the autumn wind.

The Ku Shi looked at Rushuang who was crying bitterly, and sighed secretly in his heart, but heard Er Zhurong say: "Old Dugu, this little slave will be sold to me to be a little girl!" ”

Ku Shi shook his head without thinking, "I have already given him the Dugu clan nationality, and now he is no longer a Hannu!" ”

When He Battuba heard this, his heart was shocked, "Brother Dugu, giving people clan membership is very important, why is it so hasty?" ”

The Kushi didn't say anything, but he heard He Batsheng say leisurely: "Forty-two combinations, it depends on his ability to support forty-two combinations, and being a slave is really wronged!" ”

A few people around, listening to He Batsheng's words, actually had some regret, and couldn't help but be surprised.

In fact, it is not only He Batsheng who regrets it.

"Ye Zi, wait for Yuwentai to stop and bring Brother Zilong here!"

Ye Zi looked at Gao Huanhe, who was full of smugness and a cheap smile on his face, and if he realized, he turned his face and looked at Yu Wentai, who was still asking questions in the field.

Yuwentai seemed to be unsatisfied, and very much hoped that Zilong would be able to refute him, so that he was having a good time, and kept smiling and asking Zilong: "Little Hannu, have you admitted defeat?" ”

Zilong smiled bitterly when he heard this, at this time, the blood in his mouth was flowing sideways, and it was convenient, and he squirted out, but not a drop was wasted, and it all fell on Yuwentai's face.

But seeing that Yuwentai was slightly stunned, he sneered, wiped his face, let go of his hand, and stood up.

"Little slave, how does Xianbei's fist taste?"

Zilong barely squeezed out a wry smile, lying on the ground panting roughly, wondering why Yuwentai didn't say a word about what he saw for the first time that day, only laughed wildly, and beckoned in all directions.

Yuwentai didn't reply, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Kill a cheap slave, dirty my hands, spare your dog's life, haha!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he found that the cheers were gone, and everyone was stunned, and when he turned around, he found that Zilong was struggling to get up.

Zilong only felt that the autumn wind was bleak, and the cold wind carried yellow sand and fallen leaves, surrounding him, and it had not dissipated for a long time, and he vaguely saw Yuwentai's stunned expression, as if he was being held up by this miniature tornado, Zilong shook and stood firm.

Messy long hair, dancing wildly in the wind, slowly raised his head, and scanned the audience with a pair of blood-red eyes, everyone seemed to be looking at themselves, some ridiculed, some expected, some vicious, some cold.

The sunlight tore through the churning clouds in the sky, and through a gap, it shone on the flag, which was extremely dazzling.

The sound in Zilong's ears disappeared, only his heartbeat was deafening, and he wiped the blood that covered his eyes, only to see the two dazzling words on the banner: Hannu!

Zilong laughed, and the laughter condensed in the gale, some desolate, some lonely, some resentful, and some unwilling.

You Qi muttered weakly: "Hannu? Hum! ”

Yuwentai didn't seem to hear Zilong's muttering, and asked suspiciously: "What? ”

Zilong didn't hear it, and desperately stood up on his own, straightening his spine bent by the severe pain.

"Call me Dugu Zilong!"

Yuwentai didn't seem to hear clearly, he got a little closer, and asked again, "What did you say?" ”

Zilong's eyes flashed, and the fiery eyes shocked Yuwentai's soul to tremble, it was an unyielding look, it was a kind of eyes that could make people burn!

"I said, my name is not Hannu, my name is Dugu Zilong!"

Zilong's roar seemed to have broken through the barrier of wind and sand, and it came out from an unknown distance, and the onlookers were all shocked.

Suddenly, there was a sudden change on the field.