The disciple named Liao Junbiao is one meter eight tall, and his body is strong, giving people a strong sense of oppression, he said in a rude voice: "Don't worry, the master of the family, I will let that kid get down if I go up!" ”

Chen Du and they all looked sideways slightly, this Liao Junbiao was arrogant enough.

However, he also has arrogant capital, and his own strength is comparable to Lin Gang and other young disciples, so he immediately has a few more advantages because of his tall size.

These three disciples, in addition to Lin Gang of Baiyun Guan and Liao Junbiao of the Liao family, there is also a Tang Zhe from Chongming Temple, this Tang Zhe is the weakest, but it gives Chen Du a strange feeling, which is similar to a small ghost and cannot be taken lightly.

Now the red-robed monk in the ring raised his fists, and the people who came down were overjoyed and looked up to him.

"Who else?" The red-robed monk shouted, hoping to continue facing his opponent, he could have rested and waited for a few rounds before fighting the winner, but he felt that his strength was still strong, and he wanted to win in one go.

Liao Junbiao walked up to the ring step by step, and the red-robed monk opposite saw him and recognized the person sitting next to the referee just now: "What are you doing here?" ”

Liao Junbiao pointed at him arrogantly and said, "Officially tell you, our three major forces in Xuancheng, the Qinghe Liao family, Baiyangguan, and Chongmingguan also plan to participate in the competition for Sanhuacao. ”

The red-robed monk was suddenly furious, and roared in a deep voice: "Rampant, will you disciples of great forces definitely win?" I've won six games in a row, you eat grandpa's punch first! ”

The red-robed monk punched with anger, and Liao Junbiao was caught off guard, so he could only resist hard, waving his arms to resist the red-robed monk's fist.

With such a violent punch, Liao Junbiao didn't move, but the fist of the red-robed monk was shaken open.

Liao Junbiao followed up and kicked over, and the red-robed monk wanted to dodge, but the speed was not as fast as Liao Junbiao, and he was kicked away, and the whole person vomited blood in the air.

With a thud, he slammed into the outside of the ring, where there was a wooden frame, smashed to pieces by his body.

According to the rules, anyone who is knocked out of the ring, regardless of whether he is injured or not, will be eliminated from the competition, not to mention that the red-robed monk has been seriously injured and was carried away by the staff of the Nie family next to him.

"Haha, this disciple of mine has made everyone laugh, who will you two send to appear next?" In the shade, Liao Fei laughed and asked Zixu and Qiansong to discuss who to send to fight.

Zixu Daoist was also stimulated by Liao Fei's strength, and he felt a little bottomless at the moment, looked at Qiansong and said: "Brother Qiansong, good steel is used on the blade, my family Lin Gang I plan to let him fight in the end, let your disciples go up to meet the Liao family first, I believe that the disciples you trained will not let us down." ”

Qiansong Daoist didn't know that Zixu was at a loss, but it was inconvenient to refuse Zixu, because Zixu's words came to that point.

He confirmed to Liao Fei: "Liao baldhead, is the competition between the three of us a best-of-three game?" What if none of the three disciples have two wins? ”

"It's easy to say, continue to play extra games until you have the only one to win two games." Liao Fei had already thought of a strategy to deal with this situation.

The Taoist of Qiansong estimated that there should be an extra match, so he had no opinion on his disciple going to fight first, so he turned to Zixu and said, "Okay, my family's Tang Zhe will take the lead in the battle, and let your family's eldest disciple Lin Gang take a good look." ”

Tang Zhe is not big, only slightly taller than Xia Wan, she looked at Tang Zhe, stifled a smile, and felt that he would make people mistake him for a child when he came on stage.

"Brother Chen Du, can Tang Zhe of Chongmingguan do it? I'm afraid he is not the opponent of Liao Junbiao, who is tall on the stage. ”

Chen Du has always held the mentality of watching a play, and when he heard this, he looked at Tang Zhe and Liao Junbiao carefully, one short and one tall, one thin and one strong, but before he could express his opinion, the thin Tang Zhe suddenly attacked, drilled into Liao Junbiao and punched him in the crotch.

Suddenly, a scream of "ah" sounded, and Liao Junbiao fell to the ground, covering his crotch tightly with both hands.

Present, whether it was Chen Du and Xia Wan, or Zixu, Qian Song, Liao Fei, and the audience, they were all stunned by this sudden situation.

Chen Du finally understood why Tang Zhe gave him that strange feeling.

Is anyone still in the ring like that?

At this time, many people had such questions in their hearts, Liao Fei glared at the Taoist Qiansong beside him, and said in an unhappy tone: "Qiansong, the good disciple you taught, how can you fight in the ring like this?" ”

Qian Song Daochang's face was full of embarrassment, his eyes were withdrawn from the short Tang Zhe, and he smiled embarrassedly: "Although my disciple made an alternative move, there are no rules to prohibit this kind of attack, he can also be regarded as clever and makes reasonable use of the rules." ”

When Qian Song said this, Liao Fei's eyes widened, but he had nothing to say.

He looked at Liao Junbiao, who fell to the ground in the stands, holding his crotch and still couldn't get up, if he could still stand up within 30 seconds, he could continue to compete, but now that 30 seconds had passed, he still couldn't get up, so he could only sentence him to the first game and lose.

"You two, why don't you go up and carry Junbiao down, isn't it shameful enough?" Liao Fei was so angry that he lost his temper at the clansmen behind him, and when they hurriedly went to the ring to carry down Liao Junbiao, Liao Fei looked at Zixu and continued to speak, "Zixu Daoist, it's your time, if this game is won by the sinister little man on the stage, that three-flowered grass will be completely out of touch with our two families." ”

Zixu Daochang naturally knows this, two wins in three games, in this case, sometimes the winner can be determined quickly, and sometimes he will continue to add games, and it will take more than a dozen consecutive games to determine the final winner.

His mind couldn't help but fall on Chen Du again, and his eyes looked at him quietly.

Chen Du stood in place, simply closed his eyes and recuperated, the meaning was obvious, don't look for me, I'm not interested.

Zixu could only hope for Lin Gang, took his hand, and said seriously: "Lin Gang, that Liao Junbiao lost carelessly, you have already seen his end, so once you come to power, you must give me twelve points of caution, guard your body from being injured, and then on this basis, seize the right opportunity to thwart the opponent, anyway, you are not in a hurry, so you can slowly consume it on the stage with the little man who shot insidiously." ”

Lin Gang nodded and wrote down all the instructions of the master.

When Daoist Qiansong heard Zixu comment on his disciple like that, his face fluctuated a little, but he didn't have the face to argue anything, Tang Zhe's hand just now was indeed not bright.

"Master, I'll go up now, you can take care of it offstage."

Lin Gang came to the stage in a majestic manner, but Chen Du and Xia Wan saw that he was just pretending to be a gesture, because his legs were trembling, probably remembering Liao Junbiao's conditioned reflex after being pulled out of his crotch by Tang Zhe.