The venue inside Yingxiaju is very large, and the most eye-catching thing after entering the door is the ring shrouded in lights.

At this time, in the ring, there were two figures quickly staggered, fists and palms slammed together, making a terrifying whistling sound.

One of the beautiful figures, who could it be if it wasn't Wang Yi?

At this moment, Wang Yi's situation is not very good, there are five scarlet scratches on the sleeve of his right arm, which seem to have been grabbed by hand.

However, it is also true.

Not only that, at this time, Wang Yi's face had a bright red palm print, and the right half of his face was already swollen.

Wang Yi's eyes were full of killing intent, his face was solemn, and every move was aimed at Xu Buren's fatal point.

At this time, on the edge of the ring, there was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a calm face, holding two iron balls in his hands, and constantly playing with them in his hands.

It was also this person who shouted softly towards the door, and the voice was long and long, reaching Xu Hu's ears.

As soon as he walked into this bar, Xu Hu's body warned him.

His intuition told him that at this time, there were at least 10 people in the bar who were not inferior to him in terms of national martial arts cultivation.

It's hard!

Xu Hu's brows furrowed, and he secretly said bad in his heart, but he quickly relaxed.

Because he remembered Wang Yi's order task.

At this time, Wang Yi was facing Xu Buren's stormy attack, and he couldn't be distracted at all.

Even if Wang Yi heard Xu Hu's voice, he couldn't look back.

Of course, it was more of the drunken red dust that Wang Yi drank, which made Wang Yi's body a little paralyzed.

Wang Yi's strength can be exerted half of it at this moment, and Wang Yi already has a solid foundation in martial arts.

If Wang Yi was in his heyday when his mind was sober, Wang Yi could guarantee that within twenty moves, he would directly beat Xu Buren to his stomach.

And now......

Wang Yi, who was still a little conscious, couldn't help but get anxious.

The most important thing is that Wang Yi heard Xu Hu's voice, in her eyes, Xu Hu is just an ordinary person with a little bit of foreign kung fu.

If she fails, there will inevitably be former enemies who want to be unfavorable to her, and it will be bad if Xu Hu is involved.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi was ruthless.

I saw Wang Yi's knees bent slightly, his body sank instantly, with his waist as the axis, his arms gathered together, and he shouted.

In the next second, Wang Yi's whole person was like a cannonball, rushing towards Xu Buren.

"Eight poles - stick to the mountain!" The little fat man on the field exclaimed.

In the ring, Xu Buren faced Wang Yi's offensive, did not dodge or dodge, and the whole person suddenly stuck to it.

I saw Xu Buren's hands into claws, suddenly grabbed a flaw in Wang Yi, and grabbed Wang Yi's slender and powerful waist fiercely.

If he is caught this time, I am afraid that Wang Yi will be seriously injured.

Suddenly, many people in the ring let out exclamations.

At the moment of life and death, Wang Yi's pupils shrank, and she felt a strong killing intent from Xu Buren's claws.

Fighting in the ring, this Xu Buren actually wants to kill him?

In the next moment, Wang Yi struggled to twist his waist and loosen his waist, and the whole person had deviated from his original position by a few points.

However, even so, Xu Buren's claws still hit Wang Yi's waist firmly.

A force penetrated through the flesh and skin and drilled into Wang Yi's body, making Wang Yi's face suddenly pale.

Immediately, Xu Buren kicked and punched Wang Yi, who was already injured, and flew away.

Wang Yi, who flew out sideways, slammed into the edge of the ring and threw himself on the ground, and his hair that was originally tied in a ponytail also fell out.

"Wang Yi!"

Suddenly, a familiar shouting sound, resounding throughout Yingxiaju, was Xu Hu's voice.

After seeing Wang Yi injured, Xu Hu couldn't sit still.

Even if he stopped at the edge of the ring at this time, the middle-aged man in the robe seemed to be a little higher than him.

In the next second, Xu Hu's body suddenly moved, moving and leaping, wanting to break through the blockade of the robed man and enter the ring.

Looking at the strange young man who appeared under the ring, a trace of surprise flashed in Xu Buren's eyes.

Immediately, Xu Buren glanced at the middle-aged man who had been standing on the edge of the ring, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a disdainful smile.

This middle-aged man is the steward of the Demon Capital Yingxia Residence, his name is Su Zhenyue, and he has entered the realm of the Baodan Grandmaster in the realm of national arts.

Although it is said that this Baodan Grandmaster is a grandmaster who has just entered the Baodan realm, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can stop.

No matter who it is, it will definitely not be Su Zhenyue's opponent.

Xu Buren had no doubt about this, because his enlightenment master was Su Zhenyue.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Xu Buren had a sneer on his face, and bowed his head to Wang Yi and said.

"The Wang family is doomed to decline, the huge Wang family, only you are a little girl who has realized the eight-pole fist intent."

"Eh, there is no one in the Wang family anymore, if you don't want to die, you can step down yourself."

Xu Buren's words slowly came into Wang Yi's ears.

Wang Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up unyieldingly, his face resolute.

Even if Wang Yi's image looks a little miserable now, it still makes people feel Wang Yi's resolute will.

"The Wang family will not quit the national art circle!"

Wang Yisu opened her lips and slowly spit out this sentence from her mouth, with a ray of light called faith in her eyes.

In the next second, Wang Yi raised his head and glanced at Xu Hu, who was rushing towards the ring, and suddenly turned his head!

"Fight!"

A coquettish cheer sounded, and Wang Yi moved again.

The whole person is like a swimming dragon, killing Xu Buren!

"Eight Poles Dragon Walk!" The little fat man under the ring exclaimed again, his eyes full of pleasing eyes!

When Wang Yi and Xu Buren fought again, Xu Hu also officially fought with Nasu Zhenyue.

Su Zhenyue, who had fought Xu Hu for less than 20 moves, was a little surprised in his eyes.

"Where's the rising star?" Su Zhenyue could feel that the young man's national art cultivation in front of him was already at the peak of his dark power!

Even more terrifying than those two people in the ring!

It's a pity that he's a Baodan Grandmaster!

How can it be challenged by a dark martial artist?

There has always been such a saying in the national art circle.

"It's nothing to offend a dark martial artist, but if you offend a Baodan Sect Master, then wait for death!"

Of course, Su Zhenyue has been able to cultivate so far, and he has also become the director of the National Art Museum in a city, so his mind will naturally not be so small-minded.

Therefore, he is only fighting off Xu Hu now.

Xu Hu was repelled by Su Zhenyue's punch, and the whole person quickly stumbled backwards.

The movements here are also being watched by other national art masters in Yingxiaju.

After seeing that Xu Hu was able to fight Su Zhenyue, who had the highest cultivation here, their hearts were full of surprise.

Normally speaking, an ordinary dark strength martial artist is not a one-in-one enemy of the Baodan Grandmaster at all.

But just now, Xu Hu was able to fight Su Zhenyue for a minute, without being injured or defeated.

This is not normal in the eyes of ordinary people.

Could it be that Su Zhenyue released water? Someone thought.

……

Xu Hu took more than 20 steps back, unloaded the strength in his hands, and rubbed his arms in pain.