It didn't take long for the fight to start. I saw that the winner and the loser had already been divided on the stage over there.

A big man who was bigger than Xu Qingsong slowly withdrew his fist. And his opponent had passed out to the ground with a visible fist mark on his abdomen.

The big man's face was flat, and he didn't seem to pay any attention to the battle just now.

The black-clothed referee next to him seemed to be stunned, and it took him a long time to react: "Ahem, Pei Fenghua, No. 13 in the White Tiger District, has won!

"It's so fast, the fight has already ended here before the other stations start fighting," someone exclaimed.

"Who is that person?" asked Mu Tiancheng, pulling a person next to him.

"You said he?" the man pointed to the big man, and Mu Tiancheng nodded. "It seems that you are not from our White Tiger District, he is the strongest prisoner in our White Tiger District, Pei Fenghua, his strength is unfathomable and his strength is infinite. A pair of iron fists slammed through the entire White Tiger District. ”

"It's kind of interesting!" Mu Tiancheng nodded, seeing that his strength might be faintly stronger than Yang Qing, this is what Mu Tiancheng guessed and knew.

Pei Fenghua on the stage seemed to notice Mu Tiancheng's gaze, and immediately turned around and collided with Mu Tiancheng.

Both of them had the same intuition in their hearts, this person was very strong.

Mu Tiancheng first withdrew his gaze and disappeared into the crowd, he still had to watch other people's battles, but he couldn't waste time looking at him in vain.

"What's wrong with Brother Pei?" someone asked on the side, the corners of Pei Fenghua's mouth curled slightly, "It seems that I found a very strong person just now." ”

"Who, can be worthy of Brother Pei to say this, it is the overlord of other districts!" someone speculated.

"It's not. Pei Fenghua shook his head, looking over just now, he found that Mu Tiancheng's face was very unfamiliar, and he didn't know where the monster came from.

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At this time, Mu Tiancheng just arrived at Xu Qingsong's game. Xu Qingsong faced a very tricky opponent, and the two fought very anxiously.

Mu Tiancheng looked up and found that his opponent was fighting with a whip, while Xu Qingsong was fighting empty-handed.

He frowned, and saw that Xu Qingsong had several whip marks on his body, and his skin had become very scarlet, but Xu Qingsong didn't care about this, but looked at his opponent with all his body.

"It seems that this player in the Xuanwu District is going to lose, how can he fight with only his fists, the attack range is not as long as others, watch him fight for a long time, like a headless fly. Someone commented on Xu Qingsong's response just now.

"I estimate that there are still ten moves, and this Xuanwu District is about to admit defeat!"

"Really?" Mu Tiancheng's questioning voice sounded in the crowd, "I don't think so, I'll bet three moves, and the game will be over." ”

"Hmm, Your Excellency is so optimistic about the player who wields the whip, it seems that I have the same opinion, and I also think that at most three moves, the one who wields the whip can win!" someone agreed.

"No, you misunderstood, I'm talking about the winner with a fist within three moves!" Mu Tiancheng shook his head.

"Hehe, are you stupid, I didn't see that the people in this Xuanwu District have long had no energy to fight back, how could they win. It's naïve. When that person still felt that he had the same opinion as Mu Tiancheng, he felt that his vision was good, but he didn't expect Mu Tiancheng to slap him in the face directly with a turn.

"If you don't believe it, you can just watch it, I can still guess that Xu Qingsong won with a whip leg in the end!" Mu Tiancheng even accurately understood Xu Qingsong's victory move.

"Cut, you can pretend," the man said dismissively.

The rest of his companions were of the same idea as him, and they all mocked Mu Tiancheng coldly and hotly below.

Immediately after the stage, Xu Qingsong began to move, and the whole person ran straight to the enemy.

"Ha, is this person looking for death, this is still rushing forward. Someone looked at it and was stunned.

The opponent was slightly puzzled, and Xu Qingsong was the same routine before, but he was repulsed. Now he thinks that Xu Qingsong should want to make a desperate bet.

"Hmph, let me send you down. The Dancing Whip snorted, "Thunderbolt!"

He raised the whip high, shook it violently, and a sound of breaking the air sounded, and in the eyes of everyone, they would soon be able to see Xu Qing's appearance of sending the skin and flesh open.

"Smack!" Xu Qingsong left a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and snorted. I saw that he grabbed the whip in one hand, and the skin of his palm was beaten, and the palm of his hand was painful.

However, Xu Qingsong couldn't help but shout, but grabbed the whip tightly, not giving the opponent a chance to pull it back.

"Come here" Xu Qingsong pulled hard, and the opponent was suddenly pulled away, and flew towards Xu Qingsong suddenly. 、

The men below shouted, "Throw away the whip!" and when the whip dancer heard this, he was about to let go.

Xu Qingsong on the stage and Mu Tiancheng on the stage said at the same time: "It's late!"

Xu Qingsong's whole body took an arrow step, waving the fist in his hand, "Fire Fist!" All the aura of the whole body gathered in the fist, and the flames enveloped the entire fist, scorching the air in the space.

The whip dancer's eyes were enlarged by a punching bag's fist, and he hurried to protect his face. But Xu Qingsong aimed at his abdomen.

only heard a muffled snort, and the opponent stubbornly supported the blow, but the whole person was curled up in a ball. "Damn!" Xu Qingsong saw that his opponent had not fallen down in this blow, and his face was slightly solemn.

"Do you think I'm going to be knocked down by you so easily? The opponent gritted his teeth, but Xu Qingsong didn't give him a chance, and the second punch followed, "Die!" The fist hit the opponent's palate from top to bottom, and the opponent bent over and fell. His face was constantly distorted.

The opponent was stunned in the air, and his whole body was suspended in the air for a moment, "It's over!" Xu Qingsong's right leg exerted force, a dangerous red light flashed in his eyes, and a whip leg came from the right side and kicked the opponent's waist. This time he was kicked out of the ring directly.

landed next to Mu Tiancheng, and the prisoners below hurriedly got out of the way to avoid being smashed, and finally stopped not far from Mu Tiancheng. Mu Tiancheng looked down and found that this person had been beaten unconscious.

Then he looked up and just saw Xu Qingsong's firm eyes, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Xu Qingsong looked a little grateful in his eyes, because if Mu Tiancheng hadn't healed his old injuries, he might have been defeated by the enemy a long time ago.

Then Xu Qingsong made a gesture to indicate that the next one was ready for you. Mu Tiancheng nodded clearly.

The referee glanced at the fallen player and shouted, "Xuanwu No. 76 wins!"

Mu Tiancheng retracted his gaze and glanced at the group of people who had sneered at him just now. Wherever his gaze went, these people lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look into Mu Tiancheng's eyes.