Sure enough, the next Aman bet won, and he made a small profit of several thousand yuan. Ah Man's excited little face flushed, and he looked at Brother Zhang and Xiao Wang gratefully.

"What, Brother Ye Chen, aren't you coming to play?"

Xiao Wang held Yang Xiuwen's waist and said with a smile.

In his opinion, the moment Ah Man took the bait, Ye Chen was no longer important. He was just an insignificant background figure, and if it weren't for his girlfriend and bruteness, he would have been driven away a long time ago.

Although Ah Man was excited, his little head was sober after all, and Nuo Nuo said: "Master Ye is a big man, he shouldn't look down on these little money." ”

"Master? Still big? Xiao Wang pursed his lips and wanted to laugh out loud.

Just this kid?

I can't even take out 10,000 yuan, and the person who asks my girlfriend to borrow money from others is also a big shot?

However, seeing Aman's serious expression, he didn't want to go too far, so he smiled and didn't say anything.

In the next few days, Xiao Wang and they took Aman to play during the day and press their fists at night.

Ah Man has lost less and won more these days, and has earned tens of thousands of yuan, which is equivalent to her salary for one or two years, and the little girl has long been excited to find the north, and even Ye Chen, the distinguished guest solemnly emphasized by the city lord Zhang, has left it behind, and mingles with Brother Zhang and them every day.

Ye Chen didn't care, these people were just pediatrics in his eyes, and only the finale of the finale of the big guys barely caught his eyes.

Finally, the last day came.

On this afternoon, when I entered the arena, I obviously felt that the atmosphere was completely different from the previous days. The entire yurt was dismantled, revealing a huge flat ground and a high platform was erected next to the ring.

And there were tall bodyguards with fierce eyes standing around, many of whom had bulging waists and were obviously carrying weapons.

Everyone sat there, and they didn't dare to come out.

This is the annual day when all the bigwigs of Nanjiang gather to resolve conflicts and discuss the circle of influence. Whoever dares to make trouble here is to offend the entire Nanjiang, there is no monstrous power, and there is absolutely no place to die.

"Coming, coming, they're really coming!"

The crowd was in a commotion, and a group of mermaids rushed up to the high platform.

"That's Mao Zhongjiang Mao Boss of our Tianhai City."

"Hmph, Mengtian bald head Liu is also here!"

"Oh, why is there only Zhao Zilong, why didn't our coastal Su Sanye come?"

Every bigwig on stage will cause a burst of discussion below, some of them are envious, some are hateful in their eyes, and some sigh with sighs.

These people on the stage, no matter which one they are, are all people who can stomp their feet in their city and have a great earthquake, and some of them are powerful in Nanjiang.

"Why is it a woman in Jiangzhou this time, what about Old Man Wu?"

There were people in Jiangzhou in the audience who were secretly suspicious.

At this time, the last big guy had already walked up, and the audience was silent for an instant. Everyone looked at the elegant and delicate middle-aged man with solemn eyes.

"The No. 1 tycoon in Nanjiang!"

"Dongzhou Chen Wei!"

Among the people present, Chen Wei was the most famous.

He is strong enough, occupies the largest city in Nanjiang, is the chairman of a listed company on the surface, and has billions of assets, no matter what aspect, he overwhelms others.

Seeing Chen Wei's aura on stage, some of the few bigwigs who had already sat down couldn't help but snort coldly.

Chen Wei turned a blind eye and sat down in the main seat safely. Sun Lao behind him couldn't help but squint his eyes, and his gaze swept towards the person who snorted coldly like an eagle.

Sure enough, it was Mao Zhongjiang in Tianhai City.

It's just that at this time, only Master Zhang was sitting next to Mao Zhongjiang, the rumored overseas immortal cultivation master, who seemed to be nowhere to be seen.

"Hmph, let you be proud for the time being, I'm afraid you won't even be able to cry after a while." Sun Lao sneered in his heart.

After the bigwigs sat down, the bald Liu looked at the only woman among the bigwigs, and said with a smile: "There is no one in Jiangzhou?" Send you a little girl? ”

Sitting in Jiangzhou's position was a woman in green clothes.

She is not the kind of stunning beauty, but her temperament is very ethereal, wearing a cyan cheongsam, embroidered cloth shoes, and a pair of emerald jade bracelets on her wrists, just like the Jiangnan embroidered girl who walked out of the ancient ladies' picture.

When the bald Liu spoke, the woman didn't move, but a middle-aged strong man behind her was angry when he heard the words and took a step forward.

"Okay, Mr. Wu is inconvenient, so I asked Miss Lu to replace him. Elder Wu had already informed me of this in advance. Chen Wei said slowly.

As soon as his words came out, the bald Liu could only snort coldly and stopped talking.

The middle-aged strong man also looked at the woman in Tsing Yi, and the woman waved her hand slightly, and he retreated.

All the bigwigs, including everyone in the audience, couldn't help but be shocked, this is Chen Wei's authority, and the status of a bigwig is worthy of Dongzhou Chen Wei, who is vaguely in charge of Nanjiang Niuer.

"Brothers, including friends who came to Qingyang from Tiannan and Haibei."

"Today is the time for our Nanjiang cities to sit down and determine their share and settle the hatred of the past in the form of a competition in the ring. Let's talk about the victory or defeat of the competition today, and when we get out of this door, we can't have any more disputes and disrupt the order of Nanjiang, otherwise don't blame me Chen for turning his face when the time comes. ”

Chen Wei sat firmly on the Taishi chair and said gently, the audience was silent, and no one dared to take his words as wind in their ears.

After he finished speaking, the bald Liu couldn't help it.

He sneered: "Zhao Zilong, why didn't you let Su Sanye come to support you this time?" ”

"In the past, for the sake of the Su family's face, I bypassed you many times, but today I see how you can hide from it."

The bald man waved his hand, and a short, swarthy man walked out behind him.

With the help of the run, he jumped several meters into the air and jumped from the high platform to the ring, and then looked at the coastal side with provocative eyes.

Zhao Zilong's face sank, and his hands grabbed the armrests of the Taishi chair.

Mengtian and Binhai are not far from each other, and the two forces have been rubbing together all year round, so they have naturally formed a deep hatred for a long time. Every time his biggest opponent in the ring is this bald man.

"Master Guo, are you sure?"

Zhao Zilong looked at the sturdy young man on the stage with hemp ropes in both hands, turned around and asked in a low voice.

"It seems that he is a master of Muay Thai, and this kind of master often beats stones with a rope sleeve when he is a child, breaks his bones over and over again and heals, and then practices a pair of iron fists and iron elbows."

Guo Tao squinted his eyes, looked the short man on the stage up and down, and said confidently: "As long as he is not an immortal cultivator who has reached the middle stage of foundation building, I will definitely be able to defeat him." ”

After saying that, his body floated, and he didn't need to borrow strength, and he shot directly into the ring like an arrow.

"Good!"

The audience burst into cheers.

The man who appeared on the stage before didn't look like a Yanxia person, and everyone had a bias in their hearts, and Master Guo's appearance did not have a trace of fireworks, which showed the wisdom of the Yanxia immortal cultivator, and everyone naturally supported Master Guo more.

"Please!"

The short man said in strangely pronounced Chinese.

Then he suddenly clenched his fists and bowed down, his body was like a spring, popping up from the ground, and a punch rose to the sky, directly hitting Master Guo.

His punch was not only unexpected, but also with the help of the power of his waist and elbow, the speed was extremely fast, and he made a terrible tearing sound in the air.

Master Guo was worthy of being an immortal cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, his face sank, and his hands were pushed out, as if sealed.

But the Muay Thai master didn't make a single punch, and then the next punch had already arrived. Then there is the elbow and knee attack, like a storm. As soon as Master Guo fell short, he fell into a situation of being beaten.

I felt that the opponent's fists and feet were incredibly heavy, as if with a thousand catties of huge strength, far beyond ordinary people, and his arms were numb.

Master Guo's heart sank, and he secretly screamed badly, knowing that the other party was also an immortal cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

But at this time, he had already lost the opportunity, and could only support it hard, hoping that the opponent would exhaust his strength to reveal his flaws, and then find an opportunity to fight back.

The audience was silent, watching Master Guo, who was as elegant as a fairy just now, being beaten violently by the little overseas man.

"How about it, the master I invited is amazing." The bald man looked around and said with a smug smile: "Although this Master Song is not very old, he has been famous in the southeast and overseas for ten years, and he is known as the 'eight-armed Arhat'. ”

All the bigwigs frowned slightly.

The word Arhat is not something that can be called casually in Southeast China, and it is different from calling a certain Arhat in martial arts. Southeast China reveres "Theravada Buddhism", and Hinayana Buddhism is the highest level of cultivation to the realm of arhats.

Therefore, giving you the title of Arhat is equivalent to saying in China that someone has become an immortal and a saint, an ancestor and a Buddha, which is the highest glory.

And this Muay Thai master doesn't make a move, and he is as fast as lightning when he makes a move. Punches, feet, elbows, and knees are like mercury pouring on the ground, and the attack is like a tide, as if there are eight arms attacking at the same time.

Worthy of the title of eight-armed Arhat!

Everyone in the audience has long been like earth, especially Brother Zhang, whose face is extremely ugly.

He prides himself on being the elite of the provincial sanda team, and he looks down on these wild ways. The black boxer I saw a few days ago just dared to fight hard, and his real fist and kick level may not be as good as his.

But the two people who came to power this time, whether it was Master Song or Guo Tao, who was struggling to support them, were far stronger than he imagined.

Brother Zhang put himself in Guo Tao's position, and found that he was afraid that he couldn't even block Master Song's punch, and he couldn't help but feel depressed.

And Ye Chen also frowned secretly beside him, with this trend, Guo Tao is going to lose!

Both of them were immortal cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, but it was obvious that Master Song's actual combat experience was much richer than Guo Tao's.

Sure enough, the winner was quickly decided!

Guo Tao defeated!