The latter point, that is, the loss of the qualification for the night competition, this is what makes the black-headed tiger the most angry, he knows that his strength is not comparable to others, but why does he still stay in the ring with a dead face?!

He wanted to get his entry to the evening race.

He has been rolling in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he knows that gangs are not mixed up for a long time.

He didn't want to be hacked to death in the garbage heap with a knife one day, and no one would know that the corpse stinked!

He wanted to be as majestic as the Divine Tree Sect, yes, since he saw Shen Zhu entering and leaving the Shamian Concession at will yesterday and breaking his legs in public, he wanted to be such a person.

In this era when people and foreigners and the government are bullied as pigs, dogs and sheep, he wants to become an executioner and slaughter foreigners as pigs, sheep and dogs!

So.

Now the Divine Tree Sect Leader and the Admiral of the Official Mansion Yamen are watching from above!

He can't afford to lose face, let alone disqualify him!

Tonight's admission order, he is determined to win!

This was a turning point in his fate!

Thinking of this, the black-headed tiger's eyes gradually became fierce.

"Hey, black-headed tiger, are you trying to compare your fists and kicks with me?" Seeing the black-headed tiger looking at him with a fierce face, the master with a strong man's body said with a playful face.

But then he focused on Huang Feihong and said, "Huang Feihong, you hand over the admission order in your hand." ”

The words of this strong man are very contemptuous, and in ordinary martial arts competitions, in order to show his self-cultivation, he usually calls his opponent with a certain surname. Now he doesn't even mention his usual honorific titles, and directly calls Huang Feihong, it seems that he is confident, and he feels that Huang Feihong is difficult to fly.

In order to dodge the joint efforts of the five masters in an instant, Huang Feihong spent a lot of physical energy to break the ring, so he has been in luck breathing so far.

At this time, the other four masters noticed that Huang Feihong was calming the blood surging in his body, and glanced at each other, and they all bullied down, and at the same time, fists, elbow blows, and leg whips fell like a torrential rain.

Perhaps the strong man's master felt that he didn't need to besiege at this time, so he stood aside and waited for the black-headed tiger to attack.

"Black-headed tiger, you haven't made a shot since you got in the ring. I'll let you make three moves now. The strong man raised three fingers, made a few gestures in mid-air, and looked at the black-headed tiger with a very contemptuous expression.

Yes, this master with the body of a strong man, when he saw that the black-headed tiger was in the ring in a small boat, he wanted to beat the black-headed tiger hard. The black-headed tiger had a bye in the first round, which disappointed him for a while. Now it is a rare opportunity to clean up this silly tiger, how can he let go of this opportunity - he wants to borrow the meaning of the three tricks to tease the black-headed tiger.

"Look down on people less!"

The black-headed tiger roared angrily and immediately bullied over. Clenched his fists, pulled his arms back, and when he was about to reach the master with the figure of a strong man, the black-headed tiger waved his fist violently, like a cannon ejecting a chamber, and the momentum was very powerful.

But for a master who has been practicing national art for more than ten years, the black-headed tiger's move is just an ordinary cannon fist.

Stand still and grab it!

The black-headed tiger's fists are like birds in a cage, and no matter how hard they struggle, it is useless.

"Black-headed tiger, this is the first move!" After the strong man finished speaking, when he let go, he instantly slapped his palm on the chest of the black-headed tiger, and with a bang, the black-headed tiger flew out sideways like a falling sandbag, rolling on the plank a few times before stopping.

"Poof!"

The black-headed tiger suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest with one hand, and then staggered to his feet. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the black-headed tiger spat out a mouthful of bloodshot saliva and said, "I don't need you to make three moves!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the black-headed tiger pounced violently, this time out of his legs. However, it didn't take long for the black-headed tiger to roll back the same way, and then lay on the wooden board and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, at this time, it was not as simple as before, the black-headed tiger now didn't even have the ability to stand up, and his vision in front of him was suddenly blurred.

"Black-headed tiger, it seems that it is difficult for you to get up." As he spoke, the master with the figure of a strong man stepped forward.

Just when the black-headed tiger wanted to struggle to get up, and everyone on the shore was puzzled by the black-headed tiger suddenly going crazy and looking for someone to challenge, Dongfang Bai on the bridge saw the black-headed tiger spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face was a little worried, so he asked Shen Zhu: "Why doesn't this person dodge and stupidly take someone else's fist?" ”

Dongfang Bai is young, she doesn't know anything about the realm of national arts, so she can't see the difference in strength between the two, and in her cognition, since the black-headed tiger dares to compete in the ring, he should have a certain strength. Otherwise, did the black-headed tiger come up and be beaten?

Shen Zhu was very relieved to see Dongfang Bai showing a worried look at the black-headed tiger. He remembered that when she was helping Dongfang Bai, Dongfang Bai lost her smart soul, she was very indifferent to everyone around her, and when she took other people's food, she would dodge as soon as she got her hands, and looked at the surrounding environment vigilantly while swallowing it, so it is conceivable that she would have any expression on the dead or injured on the side of the road - she walked away indifferently, thinking about the next meal.

Now, Dongfang Bai began to have the naïve idea of a child, so Shen Zhu suddenly had a sense of accomplishment. "If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world", this truth has been verified by him.

After feeling it in his heart, Shen Zhu touched Dongfang Bai's little head, his face showed an inexplicable smile, and said, "He is playing a game of vomiting blood with others." He spits out a few mouthfuls of blood first, and then others spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood, and whoever spits out more blood wins. ”

"Really?" Dongfang Bai was brainwashed by anime recently, and after thinking about it for a while, he nodded happily and said, "I'm going to judge to see who vomits the most blood." ”

"Brother Shen." Nalan Yuanshu heard Shen Zhu answer Dongfang Bai's question like this, and his face suddenly cried and laughed. This made the black-headed tiger feel when he heard it, and he must have spit out Shen Zhu's blood: "Vomiting blood game? Whoever loves to play will play, if I don't say a word, I/he/mom are not human! ”

"Brother Nalan, don't you believe it?" Shen Zhu's face was very surprised, and then he pointed in the direction of the ring and said, "Look, it's not the other party's turn to vomit blood." ”

“……”

Nalan Yuanshu turned his head to look at it, and suddenly saw a scene that shocked him.

In the mezzanine below the ring, I saw that the black-headed tiger was now standing proudly, and at the feet of the black-headed tiger lay a master with a strong figure. The master of the strong man's body, his face was very shocked now, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, and looked at the blood on his fingers in a daze.

"/, can anyone tell me what's going on!"

The master with the strong man's body roared angrily in his heart, he was very puzzled, the black-headed tiger was obviously beaten like a dead dog by him, why was it suddenly like steel, and he was injured when he punched him, and he couldn't dodge the black-headed tiger's fist and was knocked to the ground by him!

"Hey, you can vomit as much blood as I vomit."

In the third move, the black-headed tiger thought that he was about to be killed. Suddenly, a mysterious voice asked him if he wanted to have power, if he wanted to knock the enemy in front of him to the ground......

The black-headed tiger can't remember how many addictive pictures this voice said now, but he remembers that at that time, when he heard the words whether he wanted to have the power to defeat the enemy in front of him, he nodded suddenly, and he didn't remember the rest of the content.