At the scene of the martial arts conference, the competition has begun.

Representatives from various sects and factions came to power one after another.

One by two, more and more martial arts people were knocked out of the ring.

"Who else came up, and no one came up?"

A fat man asked triumphantly.

"Waste, don't you want to marry me, don't you get out of here."

Yang Linglong pushed Yang Xing.

Yang Xing couldn't even beat the outer disciples at the bottom of the Qingcheng faction, and he could only be sent to death if he went to the ring.

But he listened to Yang Linglong's words.

Yang Xing thought that as long as he carried it over and was not killed, Yang Linglong would marry him.

After the fat man's repeated yelling, Yang Xing was pushed out by Yang Linglong.

"Yo, boy, do you want to challenge?"

Someone finally stood up, and the fat man was very proud.

Yang Xing lowered his head and nodded.

"Come on, don't delay everyone's work, but your little body, it's none of my business to be beaten."

I really want to marry Yang Linglong.

Yang Xing arched his hand, ran his internal force, and jumped to the ring.

It's a pity that he has too little heart, and he fell to the ground with a pop before he jumped into the ring.

"Hahaha, this idiot!"

"At this point, the three-legged cat still dares to go up, looking for death, isn't it."

Yang Linglong took the lead, and a group of martial arts people laughed.

"This waste, you still have to climb in the last ring, do you want to laugh at me."

didn't listen to everyone's ridicule at all, and after getting up from the ground, Yang Xing walked into the ring with his head bowed.

"Disciples in Xiaqingcheng, please give more advice to the heroes."

Arching his hand, Yang Xing made a gesture at the fat man.

The fat man didn't even look at him.

snorted coldly, and while Yang Xing was not paying attention, the iron fist smashed into his stomach.

Yang Xing was directly smashed into the air and slammed into the rope.

The rope bounced back, and Yang Xing fell to the ground with his face on the ground.

Those present burst into laughter again.

Taking advantage of Yang Xing's fall to the ground, the fat man came up again and stomped down at Yang Xing's body.

With a pop, Yang Xing spit out a mouthful of blood.

Again and again, Yang Xing was knocked down again and again, and got up again and again, covered in blood.

Yang Xing was completely unilaterally crushed and beaten by the fat man.

Yang Linglong and a group of brothers watched the joy.

The onlookers also laughed.

The fat man was a little tired, and he was sweating profusely.

Yang Xing is like a Xiao Qiang who can't be killed, obviously he doesn't have any internal strength, but no matter how the other party beats him.

Yang Xing was still able to get up again.

"Enough!"

His nephew and disciples were insulted in front of the world.

couldn't stand it anymore, Yang Ye pulled the rope and got into the ring.

Yang Ye's actor is an old drama bone with martial arts skills, and when he turned over in the ring, he didn't even use Weiya.

"Waste, useless stuff."

Yang Ye kicked Yang Xing, who was covered in blood, out of the ring.

With a loud bang, Yang Xing directly smashed the floor into a pit.

After Yang Ye went up, the competition reached its climax.

Yang Ye deserves to be the head of the Qingcheng faction, and he beat the fat man down in three times and twice.

More and more martial arts people are in the ring.

Without exception, these people were all knocked out of the ring by Yang Ye.

Yang Linglong and the other brothers were excited to watch it, and they kept shouting at their father to cheer.

Until no one was in the ring anymore, Yang Ye asked, "Are there any heroes who want to challenge Yang?" ”

The dizziness was terrible, Yang Xing didn't care, but stumbled in front of Yang Linglong.

Yang Xing suddenly blocked in front of him, Yang Linglong couldn't see the ring, and was anxious, "Waste, what do you want to do." ”