In the crowd, a fat man with a fat head and big ears held two pig-killing knives and walked into the ring: "I have taken a fancy to that little girl!

"Fat all over your body, and you don't pee like yourself! Are you worthy of Miss Lai? I'll meet you!" a thin young man jumped up from the crowd and landed steadily in the ring.

One is fat, the other is thin, and the opening scene with such a considerable visual impact has also earned enough eyeballs, and it has also aroused the blood of martial arts in people's hearts.

"Fat guy Rong, hurry up and get rid of that skinny monkey, brothers will welcome you!"

"Eh, skinny monkey, don't be a hero if you don't have the ability! Give that fat pig a few colors and see!"

The spectators were naturally surging with emotion, but the two on the stage did not underestimate their opponents, and who dared to go into the ring, which one did not have enough confidence in himself? Otherwise, if he lost in front of so many people, wouldn't it be disgraceful?

Especially for thin young people, body shape is not dominant, and the pressure is naturally greater. The battle between the two was about to break out, and there were bursts of cheers from the audience, and some people were disdainful and calmly watched the battle, perhaps with some impatience in their hearts.

As for Zige, he fed the little fox while sipping snacks, watching the battle on the stage with relish. Cheng Qian, on the other hand, looked disdainful and closed his eyes.

You come and go in the ring, but for more people, it's just an appetizer before the main meal and doesn't pay much attention.

The fight ended in victory for the skinny youth, and before he could catch his breath, another challenger was already standing in the ring. The battle ended in less than three breaths, and another battle had already begun, in such a cycle, hundreds of challengers were the losers and the winners advanced, and the more to the end, the closer the martial arts cultivation of the two people in the ring became, the battle often ended in an instant, and the number of people who dared to go to the ring slowly decreased.

An hour and a half later, standing in the ring was a nineteen-year-old young man, his eyes were indifferent, with an aura that no one should enter, at first glance he was a loose cultivator, his martial arts realm was known in the battle, and the martial artist was third-order.

Under Yingyuan City, at his age, he has achieved such an achievement, which is enough to be called a young talent. At this time, many people have just touched the threshold of the master realm, let alone become a martial artist. Moreover, as long as this indifferent-eyed young man made a move, he was seriously injured, which was one of the reasons why others did not dare to go into the ring.

"Who else are you going to get into the ring?" the indifferent young man looked around at the people around him, his eyes did not show a look of contempt and disdain, but his expression expressed this meaning.

The people who were swept by his eyes clenched their fists unwillingly, but they could only lower their heads, and their strength was not as good as others, that's it. The young man smiled contentedly, looked at the fourth floor, and was about to speak when a voice rang out.

"A mere third-order martial artist, you dare to be so presumptuous, this young master is here to teach you a lesson, so that you know what it means to be someone outside the world. "The person who opened his mouth was Cheng Qian.

"Who are you? Report your name!" When the indifferent young man saw Cheng Qian, he felt an aura comparable to his own, and his eyes became solemn.

Cheng Qian stepped into the ring elegantly, his handsome face and confident smile also attracted a lot of attention, especially the eyes of female warriors. He looked at the indifferent young man with a casual expression, and said, "The people who are destined to be defeated under my command are not qualified to know the name of Young Master Ben. ”

"Are you conceited?" the indifferent young man was angry, and anyone who was looked down upon like this would be angry.

"Conceited? It's because I'm conceited. Cheng Qian still maintains the appearance of a beautiful son.

"In that case, I would like to see if your strength makes you qualified to be conceited!"

The voice fell, the indifferent young man had already made a move, his Wu Yuanli was full of rage, I think it was because he walked alone all the year round, and he encountered a lot of troubles, and often did it with people, once he did it, it was bound to be either dead or injured, and under the accumulation of perennial years, his Wu Yuanli was also full of a sense of rage. No wonder there were a few martial artists of the same rank as him, but they were still defeated by him.

The indifferent young man did not use martial arts, although he could feel that Cheng Qian's strength was not weaker than him, but a tentative attack was necessary. You can also take this opportunity to see whether Cheng Qian is a vain appearance, or a person who really has strength.

The attack of the indifferent young man was very tricky, and all the moves were greeted to Cheng Qian's vital point, coupled with the violent and fierce Wu Yuan force, it was indeed not easy for a martial artist of the same rank to resist such an attack. But Cheng Qian seemed to have seen through the attack of the indifferent youth, and under such a dense offensive, he methodically avoided the attack, and he seemed smooth and chic.

Cheng Qian didn't fight back immediately, as if he intended to let the young man attack him, his actions like this made people scratch their heads, and even someone in the audience shouted for Cheng Qian to fight back quickly.

Others couldn't understand it, but Zige, the old fritter, naturally saw it clearly, looked at Cheng Qian with interest, and said, "Little fox, this kid is a little interesting! He is deliberately selling himself, so that my fiancée can look down on him." Nice scheming, but still too young. My fiancée may not be able to see it, but can't that old fox in Lai Xijiang see it?

"Chirp, tweet. The little fox buried his head in eating, looked up twice, and continued to concentrate on the snacks.

Zige is a little boy and a young man, but he doesn't look at Cheng Qian in the ring, who is definitely a few years older than him. It's just that then again, after all, Zige has lived in two worlds for so long, which is equivalent to living two more lives, and his mental age is naturally a few rounds older than his peers, and his mental age is by no means comparable to that of young people in their twenties and thirties. Among a group of peers, it is natural that everyone thinks that he is a little kid who has not grown up.

In just a moment, in the ring, the indifferent young man had already put away his offensive, and anger surged between his eyebrows, after all, he was not a stupid person, and he knew that the other party was playing tricks on himself.

Cheng Qian was still personable and said: "You are very good, it is better to follow me, I can promise you, by my side, your strength will be much stronger than now." ”

Cheng Qian's words not only put himself at the height of his predecessors, but also insulted his opponent, saying such words in a battle is an extreme insult to the opponent, and the warrior advocates standing to die, not kneeling to live.

At this moment, the anger of the indifferent young man was completely ignited, and Sen Ran said: "I admit that your strength is very strong, but if you want to win me easily, you are dreaming!"

"Alas, I've given you a chance, but unfortunately you didn't take it. Cheng Qian put on a look of pity, as if his gift was a great honor for the indifferent youth, but he didn't know that for the indifferent youth, Cheng Gan's actions were more like the pity and contempt of the strong for the weak.

"Don't talk nonsense! Even if you want to win me, you have to pay the price!" The martial power in the indifferent young man's body surged, and he said angrily, "Martial arts, gravel!"

Gravel, the martial art of the ground product, and the martial art of the rotten street in the ground product martial arts, is the most widely circulated martial art in the mainland, and almost every martial artist will have this martial art.

It can also be seen from this that although the indifferent young man has a good talent, his family background is not very good, and he is struggling to explore martial arts, but what he learns is something that the lowest martial artists in the continent are too lazy to learn, which is also the current situation of the vast majority of loose martial artists in the extreme martial arts continent.

If a loose cultivator wants to get ahead, he must either sell his freedom and join the martial clan to become a thug, and work hard to get the master's alms. Either they will take their lives to fight for opportunities, such as the inheritance of the emperor's tomb, but how difficult it is to stand out among tens of millions of people, and there are those geniuses who have been clothed and fed since they were children like a mountain pressing on them.

Although the indifferent young man only has the realm of the third order of martial arts, but the gravel in his hands has exerted a power beyond ordinary people, I think it should be because this young man has been studying gravel hard. Of course, it is estimated that there are no other martial arts for him to delve into.

But to be able to exert such a power in the gravel, Zige, who was sitting in the stands, couldn't help but look at this young man differently. It's a pity that he is facing Cheng Qian, who has never shown his strength, whether the gravel can have any effect, and the indifferent young man himself has no bottom in his heart.

"Gravel, garbage martial arts, it's really beyond my strength!" Cheng Qian thought that the indifferent young man would use some powerful martial arts, but it turned out to be just a mere gravel, which made Cheng Qian even more arrogant.

The indifferent young man's fists, which were enough to smash the boulder, were blocked by Cheng Qian lightly. Cheng Qian grabbed the indifferent young man's hand, but he couldn't move, and then, a trace of cruelty flashed in Cheng Qian's eyes, and the sound of his palm being forced, and the sound of broken bones sounded. The bones of the indifferent young man's entire arm were shattered by Cheng Qian, and he broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't say a word.

"Huh, you didn't even shout out, it seems that the pain for you is not enough!" Cheng Qian dodged close to the indifferent youth, grabbed his other arm, and smashed the indifferent youth's bones without hesitation.

The indifferent young man staggered backwards, his face turned pale, and his hands drooped weakly, but he still held on and stared at Cheng Qian with hatred.

"It's funny, you dare to show me such an expression. Since you don't admit defeat, I want to see how hard your bones really are, and kneel for me!"

Cheng Qian's whip leg shattered the bones of the indifferent youth's left leg, and the indifferent youth had no choice but to kneel on one knee, his lips began to tremble, and his eyes of hatred became more profound.

"There is backbone, I appreciate it. Cheng Qian stood in front of the indifferent young man, condescending, "I'll give you another chance, kneel, admit defeat, I can leave you here on one leg." How?"

The indifferent youth did not look up, because he did not want to look up at his enemy, but gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Dream!"

Cheng Qian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, in front of everyone, the person in front of him rejected him again and again, which made him feel very shameless, especially after he had defeated the indifferent youth.

In Cheng Qian's worldview, I won you, not only did I not let you die, but gave you the opportunity to be my slave, you should be grateful to me, and cry and beg me to accept you, not like now.

But Cheng Qian seems to have forgotten that people are dignified and backbone. We don't deny that there are people in this world who are willing to be dogs and are happy to be dogs, but the casual cultivator young man in front of Cheng Qian is obviously not that kind of person.

Although he has a bad background, although he does not have strong martial arts, he has the dignity of being a martial artist and a human being!

People are poor, and their ambitions should not be short!

Cheng Qian's eyes became more and more murderous, and his face was gloomy, and he said: "Although killing people is not allowed in the ring, it is not said that it is not allowed to abolish the opponent! Since you refuse to admit defeat and refuse to become my slave, I just want you to kneel in front of me, and then torture you in front of everyone!"

"In the end, I'll make you a wreck. Cheng Qian said this sentence in the ear of an indifferent young man, after all, if it weren't for the great enmity of life and death, and the abolition of martial arts, he would be criticized.

"Now, kneel down for me!" Cheng Qian roared, and with a whip leg, he slammed into the indifferent young man's right leg.

"This brother is just a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, why waste people's hands and feet?"

The voice sounded, and Zige's figure appeared in the ring, his left leg blocking Cheng Gan's right leg.