Chapter 937: Leader
Tie Lao clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth: "Let go!" ”
He didn't plan to do it, but he stood up with some excitement.
But Tao Fu and Chongshan's actions were as if he was about to make a move, and they finally pressed them.
Finding the strange eyes of the people around him, Tie Lao felt that his old face was about to be lost.
"Tie Lao, this is your fault. The juniors have a small fight, which is harmless. Chongshan saw that Tie Lao was annoyed and angry, and let go.
On the other side, the peach talisman also took back his claws, and said with a smile: "That's right, the iron gate master made a move, and it can be said that he feels sorry for the little apprentice, and he has no choice but to do it, but if you end up again, it will be too ugly." ”
"I ......" The old man really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it!
Iron is old and half dead.
Even Qu Qiankun looked at him disapprovingly.
"Tie Lao, the Iron Gate Master is just careless, you don't have to worry too much." Don't even end up at this time.
If Tie Lao really goes down, then it is estimated that Tie Fan Door will not be able to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future.
If you want to participate in the World Gathering again, I'm afraid everyone won't give them this face.
Tie Lao: "......" I don't want to talk anymore.
He probably only now realized how pale the defense was.
Seeing that his son was in danger and could not come to power, Tie Lao was also anxious.
However, he also has a fluke, what if his son is just careless?
No matter how powerful Ning Xi is, how can he beat the Iron Fan Door Master?
It was only at this time that the Iron Gate Master himself knew how unfathomable Ning Xi's kung fu was.
Just when he thought that Ning Xi's next palm would kill him.
Ning Xi suddenly stopped.
Because on the other side of the stage, Xiao Fuyi called a stop.
It's really like a command, an action.
Everyone was a little surprised by this.
The murderous scene that I thought was not there.
Yan Zhaoxi was reminded by Xiao Fuyi, as if he knew that he had won.
He stopped where he was, standing still.
I don't know if I'm waiting for the next opponent.
Zhao Chong hurriedly came to the stage and helped his master up.
The Iron Gate Lord spat out a mouthful of blood, only to feel his internal organs churning.
However, he couldn't help but stop vomiting blood, and just wanted to get out of this shameful ring as soon as possible.
Zhao Chong's eyes were red, he didn't expect that the master would be seriously injured.
But after feeling the fear of death in front of Yan Zhaoxi, he didn't dare to confront Yan Zhaoxi again.
I can only help the master down as quickly as possible.
Qu Meng's master saw that the master and apprentice of the iron fan door had gone down, so he stood up and symbolically repeated the rules of the game.
“…… During the competition, others are not allowed to interfere. Of course, Ning Xi's heavy hand is also wrong. I hope that in the next competition, I hope everyone will take it as a warning! ”
The younger generation of people under the stands who are qualified to go to the stage are waiting and watching.
Even the Iron Gate Master lost, and they were a little afraid to go up.
Although everyone has made excuses for the Iron Gate Master, it is also a fact that he lost after all.
Even if his strength is not much higher than that of the three sons, he has rich experience in the battle, and he eats a few more handfuls of salt than others, but he loses just as badly.
It's really no one who dares to go up and make up the numbers easily.
What if, Ning Xi will be ruthless again?
Everyone could see his ruthlessness just now, if it weren't for the iron gate master throwing out an iron fan to interrupt him.
Could he really lift Zhao Chong's Heavenly Spirit Cover?
Some even if they wanted to go on stage to practice, they were stopped by their parents.
After all, no one knows if Yan Zhaoxi will be ruthless next time.
Xu just shocked everyone, and after a while, no one came to the stage.
As a result, Yan Zhaoxi became the leader of the line.