Crowds of people flocked into the venue, and the quiet and deserted venue suddenly became very lively.

After Chen Jianhua's master and apprentice were unwilling, they pulled the crowd and were about to squeeze in, only Wang Bei walked slowly, looking idle.

When they got inside, someone stopped them.

"All of you, please come with us. A few young men in formal clothes invited Wang Bei and the three of them a little respectfully.

There is also a special hospitality, which is worthy of a big genre, and the service is thoughtful. Chen Jianhua was immediately overjoyed, and pulled the two of them over without asking.

Sun Yi and Chen Jianhua's personalities are really similar, and they didn't think about the consequences at all, so they happily followed.

But Wang Bei suddenly felt something abnormal.

As a result, it turned out to be different, they were not welcomed to the VIP seats or genre seats, but were taken to the bottom of the stands.

In the slightly drowsy passage, there stood a sturdy young man wearing a practice uniform.

"It's you, the one who has to go to the stage to die. The young man straightened his body and looked at Wang Bei and them with great disdain.

"Ah, send death, what send death?" Sun Yi was instantly stunned, his voice trembled a little, and he said inarticulately.

"Don't you have to come in, come in and fight. The young man shook his feet and said lightly.

The atmosphere became extremely solemn for a while, and the solemnity was suffocating.

The sound of speech suddenly stopped, and the sound of a person's heart beating could be heard, the damp sewers, the sound of frogs beating, and the water droplets sliding down the pipes, ticking and ticking, everything seemed extraordinarily clear.

Chen Jianhua and Sun Yi's faces darkened, and they no longer had the optimism they had before.

Wang Bei turned his head to look, but he was infected by the atmosphere, and he also felt extremely heavy.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have brought you here. Chen Jianhua's eyes were a little red and swollen, and he blamed himself.

"It's not the master's fault, it's me, I shouldn't have egged the master, it's all my fault. Sun Yi said dejectedly.

"Don't fight, it's my fault, just let me go up and fight, I'm the master, I can barely make up if I go up. Chen Jianhua lowered his head and stared at the ground.

"What's the use of you going up, the disciples of those big schools are at least at the level of a war master, let me go, it's okay if I don't die, master, you still want to glorify the soft fist flow, how can you die so early." Sun Yi's nose was red, tears rolled in his eyes, and he almost cried.

When the two suddenly raised their heads and talked to each other, they found that there was no one else in the passage.

......

"Really, two troublemakers. Wang Bei's eyes were a little red and swollen, he lowered his head slightly, laughed and scolded the two of them, but he followed a few people to the ring venue.

The boxing exchange conference, nominally a bridge exchange between various schools, is actually a place for life and death fights in the ring, resolving the grievances accumulated between schools, and fighting bravely.

The disciples of the 15 schools have long been gearing up, they have no intention of showing mercy to their subordinates, let alone encountering such a small role as a thousand soft fists, even if they encounter a powerful opponent, they will fight to the death, and they are afraid of the enemy and lose the face of the school.

There are several ways to determine the outcome of a battle, and if you are killed, knocked unconscious, or dropped off the field, you will be considered a loser.

With the announcement of the selected referee notary, the ring competition officially began.

The wide field was long and wide enough for everyone to fight to their heart's content, and the first to enter was the western passage, a lean young man in pure blue clothes, who kicked the ground with both feet and jumped into the ring.

The young man's hands were in the shape of claws, he put on a posture, stared at the void, and shouted angrily: "Soaring Eagle Strike, Wu Meng, No Star Warrior!"

As soon as the words fell, the southern passage quickly shook a cold snort.

A majestic guy suddenly jumped into the ring, 2.3m tall, sharp eyes like an eagle, a tiger's back, like an iron tower standing in the ring, domineering: "What a roar, when others are deaf, what is there to be proud of, the iron back is just fist flow, Li Sha, the three stars of the battle division." ”

The fierce iron fist slammed out, but the extremely fast speed was hidden under the domineering body, and in an instant, he rushed to Wu Meng's position, stood up proudly, and hit his head with a punch.

Wu Meng dodged sideways, stood on tiptoe, but with the help of Li Sha's huge body, he jumped into the air, and his feet gathered strength, and he launched an offensive.

Hook Step!

The soles of the feet are light, but they are like a hammer that cracks the stone, and the strong force is afraid that it can kill people when it is clicked.

The toes were no more than a millimeter away from the back of Lee's shoulder.

Li Sha's body squatted down rapidly, his hands were tightly intertwined, his back was slammed and then protruding, and the momentum suddenly counterattacked, but the toes were shocked back by the force of the rebound.

Wu Meng was suddenly shocked to the ground three zhang away, and he pinched the soles of his feet, but it was a cone of pain.

"Hmph, turn your back!" Li Sha slowly got up and said the name of his boxing skills, and the ferocity in his eyes was suddenly revealed.

With a bang, he disappeared in place, and when he appeared again, he kicked Wu Meng, who was in severe pain in the soles of his feet, into the air, and the fierce iron fist took advantage of the situation to hit unscrupulously, punching one punch at a time.

After a pause at the end, a deep punch knocked Wu Meng out of the ring and fell hard.

Li Sha held his head high and shifted his gaze to the crowd in the stands, looking at the rest of the genres defiantly.

Domineering momentum, arrogant!

......

Zhao Yuanxun nodded, and said quite approvingly: "This kid named Li Sha is not bad, and he can flexibly use the inheritance of boxing skills. Many of the skills of the Iron Back Gang Fist Flow are regarded as useless moves when resisting the invasion of demons, just like the back reversal just now, the opponent is self-defeating if he changes to the demon and evil, but in the face of the aerial Eagle Strike, which is accustomed to air strikes, it is the only magic skill. ”

Saying that, Zhao Yuanxun glanced at the neighboring seats, intentionally or unintentionally, and then changed his tone and said: "But the flaw is that it is too arrogant, 15 families are in the right school, and the ranking of the iron-backed gang fist stream is at most the last few, but the disciples under the door are so arrogant, they really don't know how thick the sky is." ”

The disciples of Hezi Tianquan listened patiently to the master's teachings and nodded yes one after another.

Han Zhengang, the iron-backed fist master, heard this, but he didn't think so, he sat near Zhao Yuanxun, and the words behind him were obviously said to him, he lazily straightened up, picked his ears casually with his little thumb, and said after bounced off some dirt: "You have the ability to say, but you don't have the ability." ”

Zhao Yuanxun snorted slightly, without words, and continued to stare at the ring with silent eyes.

As the first boxing competition, the battle between Wu Meng and Li Sha also attracted a lot of attention, in addition to the people of the genre, the audience who came in later was also shouting again and again, the flaw is that it ended a little fast, and the fight was quite exciting.

In this way, it is even more worthy of everyone's anticipation for the battle that follows.

The harder they fight, the more they follow their wishes, and it is not a big deal to watch the excitement typically.

Wang Bei watched the battle in the passage, but he could see it in much detail than the people in the stands, and these magical moves had a unique attraction for him, which made his heart itch, and he couldn't wait to go on stage immediately to see and see.

There are no such special moves in the Thousand Kinds of Soft Fist Flow, and there is nothing he has learned except for the most basic chemical force skills, the unloading skills used to resist, and the soft fist techniques used in actual combat.

Not to mention these moves, the number of boxing skills is chilling enough.

The sturdy young man who came with him looked at him rather amusedly, "Are you in such a hurry to send him to death?"

"Die, no, I don't want to die, I just want to go up and fight. Wang Bei was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fists and said with great interest.

"Is there a difference, it's not to die. The young man stared at him with a smile, but he didn't hate Wang Bei's personality very much.

"If you want to go up, I'll help you. ”

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wang Bei's back was suddenly pushed by the palm that suddenly appeared, and he staggered to the ring.

He finally managed to restrain his tumbling body, stroking his forehead and suffering from pain.

Wang Bei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly felt that his vision in front of him was blocked, and he instantly became extremely gray.

He looked up and saw the majestic Li Sha standing in front of him with his chest held high, and he said mockingly: "Boy, what are you doing with a sword on your back?"