The gray cold glow is a little weird, with the thickness of a mountain and the sharpness of a spike, which makes people feel like they are facing a battering ram.

There was a faint tingling sensation in several places on his body, which were all targeted by the cold light, and Gong Bing knew that this was a reaction that his body had passively provoked.

Before the move, there were only six or seven meters between the two of them, which was only two or three steps of kung fu for ordinary people, let alone a secret martial artist who was beyond ordinary people.

In just the blink of an eye, the gray cold light flew in, Gong Bing dodged sideways, blocked with his cross arm, and a crisp collision sounded.

The missed attack made a hole-sized hole in the trunk of a tree with the thickness of a human leg in the back, and the place where Gong Bing was hit glowed with a faint golden sheen, leaving only white marks, which disappeared with a single stroke.

Vuitton continued to point into a gun, and several cold rays stabbed straight through, but they were all slapped away by Gong Bing with his raised hand, and he still returned in vain, without causing any harm to Gong Bing.

Finding that this kind of attack couldn't even break through his own Qi Reverse Hegemony Body, Gong Bing didn't even bother to dodge, took a deep breath, and hit Vuitton with a backhand palm.

Seeing this, a gray phantom appeared behind Vuitton, and a hook punch slammed straight up, and a thicker cold light came from the bottom up, and it met it blatantly.

The invisible force of concussion drummed in the air, crackling sounded, and the gray cold light was torn apart.

Vuitton's hand was bounced away, and there were bursts of pain in his fists and even his arms, Gong Bing's strength was greater than he imagined, and a hard touch caused him to be injured, and the internal strength immediately operated on its own, and the pain disappeared immediately, and Vuitton secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Gong Bing seemed to be fine, his momentum was undiminished, and he raised his arm and punched again.

Vuitton didn't dare to take it hard, so he hurriedly fell backwards, dodged the iron plate bridge, and he propped it up on the ground with one hand, and flipped out like a monkey backflip.

Then his cold hairs stood on end, as if he had stepped on thunder, and the whole person retreated sharply, and the ground where he had just stayed immediately exploded.

The smoke and dust billowed out, and a large amount of dirt and grass clippings flew into the air, covering Vuitton in one go, and the internal qi immediately circulated on the surface of the body, shaking away the scattered dirt and grass clippings, avoiding embarrassment.

At the same time, a ball of earth and gravel shot out from the smoke and dust, and struck Vuitton in the face like a cannonball, and Vuitton split the sphere with a knife.

The power of the shock from his hand made Vuitton staggered, and he had a higher understanding of Gong Bing's strength in his heart.

The smoke and dust in front of him suddenly retreated in all directions, Gong Bing rushed out of it, his whole body muscles were knotted, an evil red light appeared on his cheeks, and the whole person swelled in a circle that was stronger than Vuitton, and a stone pillar-like fist fell from the sky.

Touch! Touch! Touch!

Vuitton kept retreating as he parried, and the protective qi on his body was broken again and again, and each time he reunited, he weakened by a point.

Vuitton's face was as miserable as a blank sheet of paper, and everyone present could see that he was just resisting, but Vuitton was unwilling to give up and still gritted his teeth and insisted.

Gong Bing shook his head secretly, the people on the scene were all allies, he didn't want to break his own people before the sect qualifying tournament began, in case it was too late to recover, so that the Hanging Mountain Boxing Gym would lose one combat power, it would be a little inappropriate.

After all, it's just an ordinary competition between high and low.

Gong Bing struck out again, slapped Vuedon's blocked arms away, and grabbed his neckline with his hand, and after shaking his wrist to disperse the opponent's struggling strength, he turned his hand and threw it out.

The people on the side of the Hanging Mountain Boxing Gym had already prepared, only to see one person jump into the air to catch Vuitton, and then put it on the ground.

Vuitton's face was pale, in fact, he didn't suffer any injuries, but his body was a little out of strength, and there was no seat for anyone at the scene except for the big guys, so he simply sat on the ground.

"I don't want to admit it, but this time I lost again." Vuitton looked at Gong Bing with a depressed expression and said.

Vuitton originally thought that he had made great progress, but who knew that Gong Bing's progress was greater than him, and he was defeated by the other party twice in a row, and he felt that he was about to have a shadow.

Gong Bing just smiled, now it's like showing off, it's better to keep your mouth shut.

No one spoke in the backyard, and everyone silently looked at the potholed grass in front of them, especially the four-meter-wide pit in the middle, and the scene was quiet for a while.

"Ahem, is there anyone else who wants to have a fight with Gabriel of Luo Wu? If you are interested, you can continue to come forward. "The old man in the black robe is the master of the Falling Star Gate, and he seems to have quite a prestige among everyone, and in the end, he was the first to speak.

Gong Bing glanced at the young man behind the master of the Falling Star Gate, and among the young people at the scene, he had the strongest fighting spirit, and Gong Bing could feel it from afar.

However, the other party never acted.

"If not, then this is the end of the competition."

Seeing that no one had found out to challenge, he hurriedly glanced around and continued to wave his hand.

So Gong Bing retreated to Luo Xiaohu's side, the latter gave a thumbs up, and Luo Dakai also smiled and nodded at him.

This competition is just to show your strength, not to fight for one, two, three, after all, there is a price to pay for finding foreign aid, there is no work here, no one will be blindly enthusiastic and contribute in vain, so it is not that you are the strongest, and you will be asked to help when the time comes.

What's right for you is the best.

The martial arts competition is not over yet, I want to fight, and then there is a chance to fight, there is no need to fight here tonight.

Then, everyone set off and walked towards the house, the competition just now was only one of the small links, they had other things to discuss, if it weren't for the competition, no one would like to stay outside in the winter, even if it was a secret martial artist.

"Door master, why didn't you let me play just now?" Brooke asked suspiciously, following behind the Master of the Falling Star Gate.

Just after Vuitton lost, he was about to play, but was secretly stopped by the door owner.

"It's just an ordinary fight, if you can't go all out, it's hard to tell the winner in a short time, I don't want you to be injured, others won't look down on you because of this, Brooke." The Falling Star Gate Master glanced back at Brooke: "And we have more important things, we can't waste our energy in this kind of place." ”

Brooke nodded silently and followed the master of the Falling Star Gate into the house.

After that, he didn't do anything with Gong Bing, so he said hello to Luo Xiaohu and Luo Dakai, and planned to go back first.

"Gabriel, are you confident in tomorrow's race?" Luo Xiaohu still had to stay with Luo Dakai and couldn't leave early, so he just sent Gong Bing to the gate of the villa.

"Who can say for sure?" Gong Bing lit a cigarette and replied lightly: "But for Luo Wu, for the final reward, I will definitely go all out." ”

"Haha, don't lose the prestige of Green Town Luowu."

"That's right. So how many places have you won before? Luo Xiaohu had represented Luo Wu in competitions before, and Gong Bing remembered that he seemed to have entered the top few good results, but he forgot the specific ones.

"I've won the fourteenth and ninth, and it's best to be sixth at a time."

Luo Xiaohu fell into memories and said that he was a standard martial artist, and it was a great pleasure for him to fight with people, and Gong Bing would be pulled by him to fight a few times every time he returned to the martial arts hall.

If he hadn't been too old, he would have continued to compete this time.

"So I can't go below sixth place this time?"

"Just do what you can." Luo Xiaohu didn't force it.

At this time, the pick-up car came to the front, and Gong Bing said goodbye to Luo Xiaohu and got into the car.