If only one of the three supported Chen Ziang, then Xuan Ci could have ignored it, but three people jumped out at once, and these three were the strongest three in the martial arts conference, so he had to reconsider carefully.

"No, there are no rules, if he deliberately used being late as an excuse, wouldn't he skip many battles and exploit the loopholes of the conference?" Wang Tiexiong asked, he was the strong man who used the iron sand palm.

Although the Iron Sand Palm does not have the kung fu mysteries of the Six-Vein Divine Sword and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, the power of practicing to the extreme should not be underestimated, not to mention that Wang Tiexiong's own cultivation is not weak.

Xuan Ci nodded, feeling that Wang Tiexiong was right.

"Humph!" Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, "Don't think everyone is as despicable as you, what kind of conference is this, it's so unreasonable, I don't want to participate" After speaking, he jumped directly from the ring.

"Master Xuanci, I hope you can think about it carefully" Su Xinghe also got out of the ring after speaking, although he did not explicitly say that he would withdraw from the competition, but the meaning of the threat was very obvious, the traitor of their Star Constellation Sect was solved by Chen Ziang, and the injury of Master Wuyazi was also healed by him, Su Xinghe naturally supported Chen Ziang without reservation.

"The rules are made by people, if they can be flexible, of course it is the best, if not, what is the point of this martial arts conference?" After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he also got out of the ring without looking back.

"This" saw so many people get out of the ring Xuan Ci also panicked, there has never been such a situation in the previous martial arts conferences, if this time is not handled well, it is likely that Shaolin Temple will become the laughing stock of martial arts in the future.

"Please allow me to discuss with my senior brothers," Xuan Ci got out of the ring after speaking, and after discussing with a few old monks who were also old, he jumped into the ring again.

"After my discussion with all the Shaolin Temple brothers, it was decided to randomly select a person to fight against this donor, if the donor wins, he will take that person's position, and if he loses, the game will remain the same, you are still satisfied with this decision?" Xuan Ci asked.

"Since the master has said so, I naturally want to give the master face" Wang Tiexiong glanced at Chen Ziang with disdain, and then compromised.

Others also agreed, in fact, several other people had a much better attitude than Wang Tiexiong, because they were not as brainless as Wang Tiexiong.

A person who can make Su Xinghe, Sword God, and Qiao Feng withdraw from the competition at the same time as a threat, how bad will the strength be?

Wang Tiexiong also stayed until the end and was a little fluttering, he thought that he had a deeper understanding of the iron sand palm, so he didn't take Chen Ziang, a young man who looked very young, in his eyes.

"Did anyone come out and fight this donor of their own volition? Then you don't have to draw lots," Xuan Ci asked.

"I'm coming!" Wang Tiexiong walked up to Chen Ziang and slammed his chest, "Boy, I'm going to tell you today, if you want to occupy a place in the martial arts conference, except for your real strength, there are no loopholes to drill, let me teach you a good lesson"

Chen Ziang had a faint smile on his face, he originally just planned to beat this Wang Tiexiong who practiced iron sand palms to a half-body, but now it seems that he can't spare him.

"Nothing to do with the people and wait to get out of the ring, I will personally preside over this game" After Xuan Ci finished speaking, the others withdrew from the ring one after another.

"Boy, suffer death!" Wang Tiexiong roared angrily and opened his calloused palm towards Chen Ziang, after years of practice, the hardness of his calluses was comparable to steel, and it was very easy for him to catch the white blade empty-handed.

"Fight for strength? Okay" Chen Ziang carried the dragon elephant like a skill, and his strength was several times greater in an instant.

"Boom"

There was a muffled thud when the fist collided with the palm, and the calluses were full of cracks like shattered glass, and there was blood between the cracks.

Wang Tiexiong flew out like a kite with a broken string, but how could Chen Ziang let him go so easily?

He lifted Tiyun and followed Wang Tiexiong, who was knocked out, grabbed his arm, pulled him back stiffly, and then slammed him into the ring.

"Hiss" Wang Tiexiong gasped, he felt that at least seven or eight ribs were broken, and he couldn't even speak.

"Bang" Chen Ziang fell from mid-air, stepped directly on Wang Tiexiong's body, and lifted his iron fist to hit him.

After seven or eight punches, Wang Tiexiong completely lost his breath.

The reason why he didn't solve it with one punch was because he wanted him to feel the pain for a while.

"Okay, it's over," Chen Ziang said softly after wiping the blood stains off his hands with Wang Tiexiong's clothes.

All around, people were still immersed in the violent scene just now, and no one thought that this young man, who was smaller than Wang Tiexiong, would actually torture and kill Wang Tiexiong with pure strength.

"Carry it down," Xuan Ci said to the monks of the Law Enforcement Hall with a frown.

After Wang Tiexiong's body was carried down, all the voices in the audience who were dissatisfied with Chen Ziang's broken rules disappeared.

"Brother Chen will be a lot stronger every time he doesn't see him for a while, it seems that we are out of play in today's martial arts conference" Qiao Feng said with a smile, he has no regrets about not being able to get the first place, after all, this person is his own brother.

"He hasn't used all his strength yet" Zhuo Bufan nodded in agreement, if a swordsman is so strong without a sword, then how terrifying should he be with a sword? A drop of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he felt more stressed.

Su Xinghe laughed and didn't speak, these two people may not know that the great benefactor has obtained the inheritance of the master's seventy years of internal strength, right?

Such a terrifying young man who was originally cultivated has gained the master's internal strength and Xiao Wuxianggong, who is the opponent of the people present?

"Three donors, you can come up," Xuan Ci said to Qiao Feng and the others.

"No need, I've already decided to retire, I'm not Brother Chen's opponent, and it's also ugly to go up," Qiao Feng said bluntly.

"I will also retire from the competition" Zhuo Bufan decided to wait until the end of the conference to ask Chen Ziang for swordsmanship, he wanted to know if there was a chance to win him if he talked about swordsmanship alone.

"Me too," Su Xinghe echoed.

"Okay, since you insist on retiring from the game, Lao Qu will no longer stop you" Xuan Ci nodded, he actually recognized Qiao Feng's words very much in his heart, Chen Ziang's strength in the battle just now, no one can compare.

Whether it's speed, strength, or light power, it's the best!

The remaining five people were each in a state of apprehension, competing with such a terrifying young man, and none of them had a chance of winning, but it would be too dishonorable to withdraw like this.

"Don't waste time, let's go up with the rest of you" Chen Ziang's words were calm, but they exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.