Han Yupeng's face instantly turned purple, and a nameless fire suddenly appeared in his eyes.

But in front of so many people, you really can't turn your face directly.

The fingers creaked, and the expression struggled several times.

Han Feng ...... Hit the money. ”

The corners of Chen Tianao's mouth raised slightly, and his expression was hidden behind the mask, and no one could see it.

Turning his head, he gave Junko Gen a thumbs up.

"Junko, follow me out on the field more."

A beautiful "beckoning cat", nodded obediently.

Ding, 100 million arrived.

At this moment, Xing Zhiyi returned to the sidelines with a calm face and bowed deeply to Chen Tianao.

"Sir, if it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't have been able to realize a higher state of mind, thank you very much, from now on, if you are sent, I will never shirk it."

Chen Tianao was stunned for a moment.

Point?

Oh......

Flickered and stripped naked, and played with the sword, right?

"Okay, you're welcome."

Xing Zhiyi nodded with satisfaction when he received Chen Tianao's response, turned to face Han Yupeng, and changed his tone to a very cold tone.

"Han Shao, this competition, I have fulfilled my promise, please settle the remuneration now, after the two clearing, we will go our separate ways from now on, and there will be no more contacts."

Han Yupeng was stunned beside him.

He overlooked one thing.

The peak master of the eighth grade, the ears are very sensitive.

When Xing Zhiyi was tired and tired on the field, Han Yupeng's complaints and accusations off the field were all heard clearly.

Sure enough, trouble came from the mouth.

Han Yupeng was a little trembling.

I saw Xing Zhiyi's martial arts just now, how dare I offend him in front of him now.

Han Feng immediately played a round.

"Master Xing, it's been hard work, I'll take you to receive the honorarium now."

Han Feng followed the lead and took the thorn away from the scene.

A little later, in case Xing Zhiyi really wants to go crazy, and this young master dies here before he ascends the throne, then everything will be in vain.

Xing Zhiyi snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves away.

At this point, the first competition to determine the next head of the Han family has come to an end.

In the next game, it was the turn of one of the candidates this time, Han Yupeng, the young master of the Han family, to appear in person.

In this game, there is a huge disparity in strength.

Han Yupeng's strength is between the early and middle stages of Wupin, mainly relying on the family's resources to pull out the seedlings.

Han Wanli on the opposite side is a fierce general of the Han family, the peak of the six grades, and his combat effectiveness is constantly challenged and honed.

Han Xinrui was on the other side and explained a few words to Han Wanli.

Han Wanli, who was five big and three thick, with a blushing face and a thick neck, had knotted muscles, glanced at Han Yupeng, who was a nephew here, and showed a disdainful expression.

In this game, everyone in the Han family has the mentality of seeing, after all, Han Yupeng is just here to make up the numbers, and losing is inevitable, so it depends on how many minutes he can hold on.

The key is still in the third game.

That is, the duel between Chen Tianao and Han Xinrui.

The winner will determine the ownership of the head of the Han family.

Han Yue also had little interest and announced it directly.

"Second showdown, begin!"

Han Yupeng and Han Wanli on the opposite side played at the same time.

The momentum is compared with the down, and the judgment is made.

Han Wanli pointed at Han Yupeng with his finger, with an admonishing tone.

"Yu Peng, don't fight with Miss Xinrui, you don't have the ability and courage to take charge of the whole clan, and martial arts are also commonplace, go down early to avoid the pain of flesh and skin!"

Han Yupeng faced Han Wanli, who was a generation taller than him, and his expression was full of hostility.

"After today, you'll know that you're with the wrong person."

A trace of anger flashed in Han Wanli's eyes, and his shoulders shook suddenly.

The muscles of the whole body swelled instantly.

It crackled, and the bones on his body made a sound like popping beans.

Han Wanli was already tall, close to one meter nine, and this luck was instantly raised, and he grew to two meters, three or four.

On the other hand, Han Yupeng on the other side is thin and weak, and he looks like he is in his early seventies.

The contrast is so great that it looks like an adult hitting a child.

Han Wanli didn't drag the mud and water at all, and suddenly put down a cruel word.

"I can't kill you today, I have to teach you a good lesson!"

Rumble!

The huge body carried a huge force that rivaled the brute bull, and without any tricks, it directly hit Han Yupeng's body.

Before he had time to put on a defensive posture, Han Yupeng's eyes widened and flew out in an instant, feeling like he had been hit by a high-horsepower off-road vehicle.

A parabola.

Boom!

Han Yupeng slammed to the ground and wailed in pain.

The area where the impact force of both arms suddenly began to turn purple, and the subcutaneous blood vessels were seriously injured, and the blood congestion was difficult to resolve.

Everyone present saw a burst of pain, but since they were all of the same race, they couldn't die.

A trace of doubt suddenly flashed in Chen Tianao's eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

On the field, Han Wanli let out an arrogant roar, and his fists slammed towards the opponent on the ground like a giant hammer.

Han Yupeng rolled over at the last moment, and narrowly avoided it.

Rumble!

The masonry on the ground was suddenly smashed to pieces, and a large pit instantly turned up countless dirt.

Han Wanli is a typical hand-to-hand combat type exercise, and what he pays attention to is a one-strength reduction of ten meetings.

This kind of astonishing destructive power, if it were an ordinary person, even if it was hit by rubble, it would inevitably be directly seriously injured and sent to the hospital.

The people on the field played lively, and the people on the sidelines also watched wonderfully.

Chen Tianao's brows were indeed furrowed more and more.

Turning his head, he whispered an explanation to Gen Junzi.

"Wait for you like this, ...... like this"

Gen Junzi wore a mask, nodded very obediently, turned around and walked away.

At this time, there were no more outsiders in the rest shed.

Chen Tianao sat on the mahogany chair, didn't care about the fight on the field, and ate the nuts on the small table next to him.

On the field, Han Wanli, in line with the intention of teaching Han Yupeng a lesson, made a sharp move, and the ground was broken and rotten, and it was a mess.

Chen Tianao waited for more than ten seconds, and suddenly, the tip of his right foot lightly stepped on the ground.

Rumble!

The ground of the entire arena suddenly rose and fell slightly, and it felt like an earthquake with little destructive power.

Most people don't realize it.

The dust that was already scattered on the ground was suddenly kicked up by the shock wave.

The mid-air of the martial arts arena instantly became dim, fine sand and yellow dust, and the vision would be blurred if it was a little farther away.

said that it was too late, and suddenly a slender silver light broke through the sky and went straight to the two people competing in the martial arts arena.

In the darkness of the room, no one would notice this sudden gadget.

Chen Tianao's eyesight is amazing, he witnessed everything, but he didn't make any moves.

That's a very stealthy flying nail!

In the blink of an eye, the hidden weapon hit the body of the contestant.

Bite!

A faint metallic sound.

Chen Tianao's expression instantly turned cold.

"Two bastards, how dare you fake a martial arts competition in front of Lao Tzu?"