A shocked expression appeared on Han Wanli's face.

The opponent Han Yupeng, the red light on his body became more and more vigorous, and the air in the martial arts arena began to tremble.

Chen Tianao really convinced these two people.

What is the highest level of acting?

That is to turn the fake into the real.

Don't say that the two of them were originally fake fights.

Even if it is a real fight, if Han Wanli encounters Han Yupeng's self-explosion, he must surrender.

It's just too reasonable.

It went so well.

If Chen Tianao hadn't been a martial artist, he would have been taken to the ditch by this little bastard.

Quietly, his right hand is hidden at the waist, his true qi is condensed at his fingertips, and he flicks it casually.

Suddenly, a golden thread flew out of Chen Tianao's hand at the speed of light.

In an instant, he swept everyone's eyes and directly hit Han Yupeng's neck artery.

Han Wanli's hand was slowly raised and made a gesture of surrender.

The head of the Han family and the men, women, and children of the same sect who were watching the battle had already stood up excitedly.

Han Yupeng flushed to the point of bleeding, and a hint of a smile appeared covertly.

Win!

As long as Han Wanli shouts the word surrender, he will be the next head of the Han family!

Han Yupeng held back his strength, and always maintained the moment when his true qi was on the verge of self-explosion.

Suddenly.

Plop, a loud air leak.

A majestic yellow gas erupted from the back of Han Yupeng's pants.

In an instant, the audience was silent.

Everyone in the Han family was stunned.

Even Han Xinrui, who had been calm and frowned slightly, had a very strange expression at the moment, as if she was frightened by something.

At this critical moment of the competition, one second before Han Wanli was about to shout surrender.

Han Yupeng actually let out a fart!

All the tragedy, all the atmosphere, instantly broken!

The audience burst into laughter!

Han Yupeng's expression changed greatly, and he didn't have time to think about the question of whether he was embarrassed or not.

He was surprised to find that after this earth-shattering fart, with every breath, his true qi was desperately leaking out like a balloon that had burst its eyes.

For a second, Han Yupeng's face stopped red.

In two seconds, my heart beat at an even rate.

In three seconds, Han Yupeng's skin that was originally swollen because it was about to explode was like an empty water bag, and it instantly deflated and returned to normal.

The dantian is running, the true qi is stable, and there is even a cool and transparent feeling.

This momentary change was seen by everyone present.

At this moment, the martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence.

Han Yue, the head of the Han family, sat down.

The other men, women, and children who were watching also returned to their respective positions, and everyone was speechless with a smile on their faces.

Before Han Wanli's hand was raised, his stunned expression was not yet sufficient, and he was instantly petrified, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

You're blowing yourself up!

Hold on for a second more and let me shout out.

Now the scene is so embarrassing, I can't get off the stage at all!

Han Yupeng still hugged Han Wanli's waist, raised his head slightly, and looked at his opponent with a dull expression.

Han Wanli, at this time, was also full of paste, and his hand was raised in the air, just hanging like this.

Both of them fell into deep self-doubt at the same time.

Who am I.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

At this moment, a wind chime-like drink suddenly came from the long side.

"Han Wanli, what are you doing in a daze, keep fighting!"

Han Xinrui clasped her arms with her hands, stood on the sidelines, and reminded loudly.

The eyes of the other people present also refocused on the martial arts arena.

Chen Tianao sat on the chair and peeled an orange for himself to eat, his expression was extremely calm.

These two goods, there are no tricks, right?

Han Wanli stood there like a rockery, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and when he heard Han Xinrui's question, his expression struggled for a second.

"Little bastard! Take my punch! ”

Rumble!

His muscles tensed, and a punch that was enough to shatter the stone wall slammed into Han Yupeng's chest.

Burst!

Han Yupeng suddenly spurted out a mouthful of bruise and flew out.

Gliding on the ground for more than ten meters, it stopped.

There is intake but no outlet, and it loses its combat capability.

The head of the Han family immediately made a decision and stood up.

"In the second game, Han Xinrui's side won!"

The result finally came out, the dust settled, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, and began to discuss the performance of the two martial artists just now.

Han Wanli won the duel, but his expression was more ugly than eating Xiang, he stood on the field and was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around and left silently.

Chen Tianao chewed an orange in his mouth and showed a hint of a smile.

The last blow of this thing just now, even if you don't want to fight again, you have to fight.

Han Yupeng's rhythm of self-explosion came to an abrupt halt and returned to normal, even the final ultimate move was declared a failure.

As an opponent, if Han Wanli, who is five big and three coarse, does not take advantage of the victory to pursue, it will almost be equivalent to openly admitting cheating.

If this is seen by the head of the Han family, he won't even have to compare the last game.

The head of the family directly became Miss Han's.

Han Yupeng, I'm afraid I never dreamed that my almost flawless plan would be planted on an inexplicable fart.

Let's eat less soybeans in the future.

Chen Tianao clapped his hands, slowly stood up, and walked out of the rest shed.

The tall and majestic figure is like a statue of an ancient god of war at this moment, gilded with a golden halo under the sun.

On the other side, Han Xinrui, who was wearing a pure white cloak, also stood up silently, and the battle intent in his eyes was incomparable.

He walked out of the shed and untied his cloak.

He was dressed in a tight black leather suit for combat, long boots and breeches, a thin belt around his waist, and a long sword as slender as a cone hung diagonally on his left waist.

This dress, the delicate figure is highlighted flawlessly, and every place from top to bottom is a combination of strength and charm.

The girl's body suddenly rose to the sky.

Han Xinrui, a master of the eighth grade, has reached the peak at this moment, whether it is physical state, mental will, or desire for victory!

The third scene is a duel between the two.

The two walked slowly to the center of the arena, standing opposite each other at a distance of ten paces, looking at each other.

Chen Tianao's heart was very relaxed.

Anyway, Han Xinrui is sure to win, the only thing to pay attention to is how to let her win.

However, there is a catch.

Chen Tianao also has a promise to Han Yupeng to win this competition.

After all, he received five billion, and when the money went to Chen Tianao's pocket, he couldn't take it out.

This amounts to a paradox.

has to win, but the final winner must be Han Xinrui.

For ordinary peerless masters, I'm afraid they are already so confused that they pull their hair at this moment.

To win is to win, and to lose is to lose.

But for Chen Tianao, he already had an idea in his heart.

None of this is a problem, it just requires a lot of strength to control the field.

Suddenly, the fair girl standing opposite, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Through the mask of Kung Fu Panda, Han Xinrui looked into Chen Tianao's eyes.

"Where have we met?"