The next morning, Zhang Long came over and called Song Ming to get up for breakfast.

After breakfast, the four families entered the venue, and the gladiatorial arena formed a circle, with many spectators on all sides, as well as referees and commentators.

First of all, there is a draw.

"This gladiatorial competition is from the four major families of Qincheng, namely Liu Zheng from the Liu family, Bai Baifei, Zhang Xianjin from the Zhang family, and Chen Zhiyang from the Chen family."

"The rules of this tournament are that each family sends three warriors to compete, and at the same time, these participating warriors are required to sign a life and death certificate."

"Now for the draw ceremony."

The male commentator's voice fell, and the crowd sitting in the audience began to cheer.

A scantily clad girl came to the stage with a box drawn from the lot.

After a while, Liu Lao returned to the audience.

"Grandpa, who did you draw?" After Liu Ruyan saw Liu Lao coming back, he hurriedly asked.

And Song Ming, who was sitting on the side, snorted, obviously not caring at all.

"It's the Bai family." Liu Lao wrote the small ball of the Bai family in his hand.

"Grandpa, I'll do this time." Liu Changqing stood up, full of confidence.

"Young master, the Bai family may send a highlight, the other party may be a peak martial artist with internal strength, let me play the first game." Zhang Long's face was full of worry, afraid that his young master would be harmed.

"Don't worry, I'm also a peak martial artist with internal strength, and it's not certain who will lose or win in a fight." Liu Changqing shrugged his shoulders, then turned around and was about to go to the stage, because the first scene was the duel between the Bai family and the Liu family.

"Master, why don't you stop the young master?" Zhang Long and Liu Changqing also have a deep relationship, so naturally they will not watch their young master go to death.

"It's okay, just surrender if you can't fight." Liu Lao shook his head, "It's good for young people to exercise a lot, if they die under someone else's fist, then it means that Changqing's skills are not as good as others." ”

Sure enough, the Bai family sent a highlight.

Both sides signed a life and death contract under the leadership of the referee.

The competition began immediately.

Gao Liang and Liu Changqing stood on the stage, and both sides looked down on each other a little.

"Yo, why did the Liu family let the eldest young master come out and send him to death?" Gao Liang rubbed his hands and mocked, "Look at your fine skin and tender meat, don't cry and call your mother at that time." ”

"Hmph, less nonsense, eat me a punch." Liu Changqing naturally couldn't let Gao Liang humiliate him, so he raised his fist and fought with Gao Liang.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is a fist-to-flesh competition, but in the eyes of masters, it is just a fight by elementary school students.

"Wow, grandpa is so wonderful." Liu Ruyan's mouth opened slightly, and he sat aside, watching his eldest brother Liu Changqing and Gao Liang come and go, on par.

"It's not good, the young master is going to fall into disadvantage." Since Zhang Long entered the realm of the Grandmaster Martial Artist, the martial arts world he saw in his eyes was different.

Although Liu Changqing looks like he is bright and bright, he gradually falls into the disadvantage.

"Young Master!"

"Evergreen!"

Zhang Long and Liu Lao saw that Liu Changqing was highlighted and turned into a fist, punched him in the chest, and spit blood in his mouth the moment he flew out.

"The Liu family Liu Changqing is defeated, and the Bai family is high-bright!" The referee raised his flashed right hand and blew the whistle.

"He actually has a chance to knock down that person, the main thing is that he shows himself too much." Song Ming held the back of his head with both hands and snorted, although he slept well last night.

Liu Lao hurriedly asked Zhang Long to help Liu Changqing up, Liu Changqing was supported by Zhang Long, and blood was still coming out of his mouth.

"What else would you do besides talking?" Liu Ruyan is his eldest brother, and he is uneven.

Song was obviously a little helpless, and spread out his hands, "He wants to pretend to fight himself, and Zhang Long would have won a long time ago." ”

One thing to say, if it was Zhang Long who played, he would have won a long time ago.

How could an internal strength martial artist beat the physical master martial artist Zhang Long trained by Song Ming?

"In the next game, Chen Jia Chen Hao will play against Zhang Jia Lin Feng!" The narrator took the arranged script and roared loudly outside the auditorium.

On the other hand, Liu Changqing is here.

Liu Lao was a little distressed, watching his grandson being injured by others, "Changqing, how are you?" Liu Lao asked Liu Changqing with concern, but Liu Changqing couldn't say a word, and blood was still pouring out of his mouth.

"Stop shouting, if you don't stop the bleeding for him, he'll burp."

Song Ming stood next to Liu Lao and said, his hands in his trouser pockets, looking indifferent.

"He was hit in the heart by that Gao Liang, and he had three serious injuries to his internal organs." Song Ming squatted down and pointed his fingers at Liu Changqing's chest a few times, and Liu Changqing's blood from his mouth was constantly flowing, and finally stopped.

"Mr. Song, what should I do?" Liu Lao's face was full of sorrow, seeing that the game was not over, but he was already seriously injured on his side.

"In this way, let Zhang Long send him back to find Divine Doctor Qiao from the Divine Doctor Hall for treatment, and I will take the next game." Song Ming shrugged his shoulders and made a suggestion, his face full of lightheartedness.

Zhang Long frowned, "Mr. Song, can you?" Zhang Long really wanted to do more for Liu Lao, because Liu Lao fished him out of prison and treated Liu Lao's family as if they were relatives.

"Hey, don't send him back yet, or he'll really burp." Song Ming waved his hand, he had calculated, the strength of the martial artists here was not strong, even if he fought for a day, Song Ming could kill it in one move!

"Elder Liu, do you think the family is the first priority or your grandson's life is important?" Song Ming asked Liu Lao rhetorically, and Liu Lao was immediately silent when Song Ming asked like this.

"Zhang Long, send Changqing back to Qincheng immediately."

"Yes, sir."

After Liu Lao gave the order, Zhang Long hurriedly picked up Liu Changqing, hurriedly ran out of the gladiatorial arena, and bought a ticket back to Qincheng.

"Okay, let's watch the game, the next one is when I hit that highlight, don't worry, I will avenge your grandson." Song Ming sat back in the audience and stretched.

The next competition will soon begin.

Chen Jia Chen Hao vs. Zhang Jia Lin Feng.

It is said that both of them are the pinnacle of internal strength martial artists, and the competition began.

The two of them first exchanged politeness, and then raised their fists and collided with each other's fists.

The sparks didn't wipe up, but the blood kept spurting.

Neither of them has too many bells and whistles, and they punch to the flesh.

"Oh, the battle has entered the white-hot stage, both of them have been seriously injured, it is up to us to see who can hold out to the end." The narrator explained hard, and the audience in the audience was in full swing.

"Chen Hao, beat Lao Tzu to death, Lao Tzu has put more than a million on you, you must win!"

"Fart, I'll see Lin Feng win! Come on Lin Feng, kill Chen Hao! ”

"You two fart, it's clear that Gao Liang will win!"

The audience even scolded each other and cheered for their favorite players.

Chen Hao and Lin Feng on the stage.

"Looks like you're almost at your limit." Chen Hao's face was covered with blood, his hands were constantly trembling, and his hands could no longer even clench their fists.

Lin Feng was almost the same as Chen Hao, but Lin Feng's injuries seemed to be much more serious than Chen Hao's.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and tried to clench his fists, although the flesh and blood of his fists were already blurred, and even a little white could be seen.

"Don't talk nonsense, just rely on this punch to decide the winner." Lin Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and raised his fist to attack Chen Hao.

"Okay, I, Chen Hao, respect you as a man, come on."

Chen Hao smiled and raised his fist as well.

The two roared like beasts, their fists clashing again.

The winner is revealed.

"Chen Hao couldn't resist Lin Feng's fist in the end, and finally fell to the ground, and the winner was Lin Feng!!!" The narrator screamed so hard that he could even feel the narrator's voice hoarse.

Chen Hao, who fell to the ground, his cheeks trembled slightly, and his eyes were closed and motionless.

"You're very strong, and I'm looking forward to having a good fight with you next time." Lin Feng didn't make a dead move, although the two punched each other in the face, it seemed that Lin Feng's perseverance was relatively strong, so there was no problem for Lin Feng to be the winner.

On the stage.

"Lao Chen, you're not good at this, are you?" Zhang Xianjin played with the two walnuts in his hand and mocked.

"Hmph, there are still a few more games, and it may be impossible to see who wins or loses." Chen Zhiyang snorted coldly, obviously unconvinced by Zhang Xianjin's fall.

"The next battle will be between the Liu family and Song Ming against the Bai family's Shi Tianjing."

"Due to the lack of numbers in the Liu family, Song Ming has to challenge the three major families alone, and he can't rest halfway."

The commentator got new information, originally the next game was fought by Zhang Long against Shi Tianjing, but escorted Liu Changqing back to Qincheng, and such a battle was put on Song Ming, and Song Ming couldn't rest yet, and wanted to challenge the warriors of the three families at once!