Waiting for Luo Xiaohu to bring Gong Bing in front of him, Luo Dakai directly asked the two of them to stand behind him.

At this moment, the two men who were sparring stopped, then retreated, each standing behind the person who was sitting differently.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start the final link."

As an old man in a black robe spoke, the sound of the exchange of heads and ears disappeared, and everyone turned their eyes to him.

At this time, Gong Bing, who was standing behind Luo Dakai, also listened to Luo Xiaohu's introduction to himself.

At this time, in the back garden of this villa, there were eight sects of people gathered, and each person sitting represented a different sect, and they themselves were the speakers of their respective sects.

According to the different inheritances, some of these people are called the masters, some are called the masters, and some are called the curators like Luo Dakai.

There's even a self-proclaimed leader, yes, the leader of the bandits' line.

Because the predecessor of their sect was a group of bandits who occupied the mountain as the king and robbed halfway, the boss of the bandits was the ancestor who founded the sect at the beginning, because the ancestor liked to call himself the leader, so although the disciples and grandchildren did not like it, they could only pinch their noses and continue this title.

The eight sects at the scene all belong to the southern sect, and their main spheres of influence are within the three southern provinces, and they compete with each other but have close contacts, which can be regarded as hidden allies.

The reason why I gathered here was to discuss the matter of the sect qualifying.

Sect Qualifying, as the name suggests, can challenge others to replace it, or it can be successfully pulled down by the latecomer's challenge.

There is a special rule that only those who have already been sent to challenge can be sent to the sect, and if they are challenged, they have the right to find foreign aid once, and foreign aid can only be found from the sect in the ranking match.

Because of this rule, all the factions participating in the qualifying tournament spontaneously formed small groups to form a temporary offensive and defensive alliance.

That's why they're here, and it's the basis for an alliance.

As a foreign aid, in addition to being trustworthy, the most important thing is, of course, that the strength is strong enough, if it is beaten down as soon as it comes up, the invited people will not cry to death.

Weak chickens can't be foreign aid.

"So, we're going to beat them all up now??" Gong Bing glanced at the other side with malicious intent, and from the time he came in until now, he found that the people on the scene were staring at him from time to time, mainly the people standing behind the bosses.

Some of the people who were swept away immediately turned their faces, some smiled generously, and some glared back defiantly.

"It's not so troublesome, after so many years of dating, except for special circumstances, everyone knows which good hands they have, and good hands are not so easy to cultivate.

Therefore, the protagonists of tonight are newcomers of various factions, those rising stars. Luo Xiaohu stared at Gong Bing and said.

"Like me?" Gong Bing lifted his chin and compared himself to a rising star.

"That's right."

"I thought I was already a master, but I was still a rising star."

"Well, you're a rising star right now."

"Ha, Master Xiaohu, you have finally learned to joke."

Ha!

While the two were talking, two more young men clasped hands on the grass surrounded by everyone, and there was a burst of shouting and beating.

The strength of the two young people is good, and it can be seen that the foundation is very solid, and they also belong to the middle and upper reaches of the human ladder in the high stage.

If you have to make a horizontal comparison, it is probably more powerful than the Doge of Mona Mountain Boxing Gym.

The strength is estimated to be equivalent to 1.5 more grids.

Because it was just an ordinary competition, neither side used a secret technique such as a killing move, and the competition ended after a little two minutes, and none of the people present were junior brothers, so they naturally knew how to distinguish who was high and who was low.

So the winner stays, and the loser leaves.

"I heard that Luo Wu in Green Town has recently produced a genius master, and Frank in the Lower Yuan Martial Arts Sect has been specially invited to give advice." The victor looked at Gong Bing with burning eyes.

"Someone named me, curator, then I'm on it."

"Go ahead, don't lose Luo Wu's face."

Luo Dakai crossed his hands together, shrunk into the wide sleeves of his coat, and said lightly.

"Brooke, watch carefully, he's your opponent later." Before he could make a move, the black-robed old man seemed to conclude that Gong Bing would win, and said to a young man behind him,

"Disciple understands." Brooke had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his gaze moved with Gong Bing.

"Luo Wu, Gabriel, give me a lot of advice."

"Yuanwumen, Frank, give me a lot of advice."

There was no referee, and no one shouted to start and finish, and said to each other, Frank took the lead in attacking, his right leg was slightly raised, and the person appeared in front of Gong Bing, and then his body turned around, and his fist had appeared from the side and hit Gong Bing's cheek.

Syllable! Gong Bing casually blocked it.

Frank's momentum gives people a mellow feeling, and the connection between his fists and feet is natural and smooth, and it is endless.

The two sides exchanged speeds, and it looked like Frank was attacking and Gong Bing was passively defending.

In the next second, Frank's eyes flashed, and there was a trace of black fine lines on his fist, which accelerated and catapulted to Gong Bing's face.

"Huh?"

Gong Bing could see the opponent's every move clearly, and naturally he would not be easily hit, so he blocked his fist as usual.

However, this time, a dark energy came from the opponent's fist.

The feeling of soreness, numbness, and thorniness appeared on Gong Bing's blocked arm at the same time, and this feeling was fleeting, and it was pinched off by his strong physical fitness as soon as he appeared.

"Kind of interesting."

This move is a bit like the power of his own concussion, and Gong Bing finally raised a little interest in his heart.

The people who can play here are all outstanding young disciples of various factions, and their strength is naturally not bad.

Then Frank threw another quick attack, swinging his fists, each with the same dark energy, but Gong Bing blocked it all like a stubborn rock.

Seeing that all his attacks were in vain and had no effect, Frank still looked the same.

The opponent's ability to reach the top 20 of the individual competition is undoubted, so Frank is not surprised.

Then, Frank suddenly jumped backwards, his internal exercises running at high speed, and the skin under his clothes suddenly turned pale, and a faint white brilliance appeared on his body.

At a glance, he knew that he was going to make a big move, Gong Bing's eyes jumped, no longer passively defensive, decided to fight quickly, and rushed over first.

Streamer Flying, Yin Condensation!!

The white light burst out, and Frank's whole person turned into a white mang and rushed towards Gong Bing.

Gong Bing sank his shoulders, twisted his waist, his green tendons burst out, his power was pushed layer by layer, and there was a flash of black on his arm, and the unstoppable fist directly shattered the white mangs in the sky and fell directly on the opponent's chest.

Touch!

Frank flew upside down, rolled over in mid-air and fell back to the ground, his right hand pressed to his chest, his face was even paler than when he had just exercised, and Gong Bing stood on the ground steadily, looking safe and sound.

Victory or defeat at a glance.

In fact, Gong Bing had already left his hand just now, otherwise Frank would have been lying down at this time, not standing, and his face was pale because the secret technique was broken, and he was punched in the chest, and the breath in his body was a little unstable.

So Frank's internal power worked a little bit, and he immediately recovered.

"Luo Wu's Gabriel, as expected, lived up to his name and undertook it." Frank knew that Gong Bing had shown mercy, and he was convinced, so he immediately opened his mouth to admit defeat, and then turned back to his own people.

"Gabriel of Luowu, we meet again." Another young man rushed out of the crowd, walked up to Gong Bing, and greeted him with a smile, looking like an acquaintance.

"Who are you?"

……

The young man's arm had just been raised, and he was immediately embarrassed by Gong Bing's words, neither up nor down.

"Don't you have any impression?" Eventually, he let it go.

"Hanging Mountain Boxing Gym...... Witten? Gong Bing thought hard and guessed.

"Hanging Mountain Gym is yes, but my name is Vuitton, Vuitton Stark." Vuitton reluctantly corrected.

"Yes, this name makes me feel very rich." Gong Bing nodded.

"That's not the point at all, okay!"

Stark, isn't he the famous Iron Man, full of the taste of local tyrants.

"Ha, I see, you're trying to provoke me, right??"

Vuitton thought he had guessed right and said with a smile.

But then he felt that there was no end to what he could say: "Okay, Gabriel doesn't talk much nonsense, I've been looking forward to fighting you again since the last fight,

So let's do it, let's fight with all our might again! I won't lose again this time!! ”

Vuitton burst into flames as he spoke, without waiting for Gong Bing to answer, and then shouted again, and a stream of air erupted from his body, pushing the surrounding air out.

The back of his shoulders was slightly raised, and there seemed to be a muffled sound of thunder in his body, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a high mountain, thick and solid, ready for battle.

"This momentum... Could it be the quasi-heavenly level? ”

"I remember when I met him the other day, he was just a senior person."

"And... It doesn't seem to be an ordinary quasi-heavenly order. ”

In the first half of the year, Vuitton was dragged by his master Qingfeng everywhere to find someone to learn, and Qingfeng, the old man, was not afraid of offending people, and almost all the famous sects in the three southern provinces were searched by them.

The seven sects present were naturally no exception, so they all knew Vuitton.

But what they didn't expect was that Vuitton was only a high-level human rank earlier, but now it has broken through and reached the quasi-heaven-level realm of 'flesh refining divine condensation, and meaning circle transformation'.

And the realm is not low, it seems to be another example of accumulation and late blooming.

Sensing Vuitton's rising momentum, the people around them showed surprised looks, only Luo Dakai and Luo Xiaohu were still there, very calm, which made those who had been secretly paying attention to them a little puzzled.

I don't know if the two of them are confident in Gong Bing, or if they have prepared any tricks.

At this moment, Vuitton's momentum reached its peak, and an illusory gray shadow appeared behind him, and it seemed that he did not intend to make any temptations, and he did it with all his might.

In an instant, Vuitton's figure disappeared, and an afterimage swept across the lawn, and the sound of the ground rolling like a heavy object falling to the ground sounded continuously, smashing on people's hearts, and people couldn't help but think of the picture of ancient beasts galloping in the wilderness.

The gray phantom condensed on his arms, and in a flicker, it had turned into a few cold rays and stabbed straight towards Gong Bing's body.