"What are you? Iron Courage Gate Duel, is it your turn to speak?" Hu Gaoyi glanced at Chen Xiaobei with disdain.

The eyes of the surrounding disciples also gathered, revealing a strong hostility.

The martial arts competition of the sect is a very serious matter, how can a hairy boy be allowed to interrupt?

And the sect leader Hu Haifeng just squinted his eyes and continued to close his eyes to recuperate, not bothering to look at Chen Xiaobei.

"I'm Uncle Murong's friend! I'll fight for him in this battle!" Chen Xiaobei said straight to the point.

"Made's retarded!" Hu Gaoyi rolled his eyes and said mockingly: "Do you know what stupid things you are talking about?

"This kid must be a psychopath! Duel with our young master? I'm really impatient!"

"I think he's here to be a substitute for Murong Tian!"

"There are idiots every year, especially this year!I thought that Murong Tian was enough idiots if he didn't admit defeat, but I didn't expect that there would be even more idiots running to die in lieu of death!"

......

The surrounding disciples sneered, and their eyes looked at Chen Xiaobei with a pair of eyes, full of playful abuse and contempt, as if they were looking at an idiot.

"Xiaobei, don't meddle in this matter!" Murong Tian's eyebrows furrowed, and he glared at Murong Xiaoyao unhappily, as if he was blaming his daughter, he shouldn't have dragged Chen Xiaobei into the water.

Murong Xiaoyao and Jin Liu were also anxious, and whispered beside them to persuade Chen Xiaobei not to mess around.

Chen Xiaobei turned a deaf ear, just looked at Hu Gaoyi coldly, and said, "Don't you dare, in a word!"

Hu Gaoyi raised his eyebrows and said with a cruel smile: "If you want to die, I will definitely fulfill you! But we have rules in the Iron Courage Gate, and we can only come to the duel one by one! No one else can interfere! Wait until I abuse Murong Tian first, and then crush you little ant!"

"This ......" Chen Xiaobei's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he glanced sideways at Sect Master Hu Haifeng, who was still closing his eyes and recuperating.

Ding-Cultivation is: late stage of Qi training, physique: 15000, combat effectiveness: 15000!

The strength of this old thief is too strong, even if he sacrifices blood-colored chaos, he is not sure of victory!

Directly robbing people will definitely not work!

Chen Xiaobei quickly thought of other ways in his mind, and said loudly: "Uncle Murong, hold on! I'll figure it out!"

"Hmm. Murong Tian nodded symbolically, not holding out any hope at all.

This is a duel in the ring, and others can't interfere, what else can they come up with?

"Murong Tian, I'll give you one last chance, admit defeat or not?" Hu Gaoyi grinned, his fists clenched.

"No, for the sake of my daughter, I won't admit defeat if I die!" Murong Tian's eyes were condensed, and he was extremely resolute.

"Dad......" The softest place in Murong Xiaoyao's heart was deeply touched, and tears couldn't help but flow down again.

"Oops...... Oh no......" Jin Liu's face was also very ugly, and he was very nervous.

But at this moment, Chen Xiaobei was talking to someone on the phone.

"Hammer!"

Murong Tian let out a low roar, clenched his fists, and the god form jumped up first, from top to bottom, smashing the top of Hu Gaoyi's head!

5,000 combat power has fully exploded, and there is really a bit of power to split the earth!

"Spicy Chicken! With this bit of combat power, you still don't admit defeat?"

The corners of Hu Gaoyi's mouth showed a thick disdain, his body did not dodge or dodge, and he directly raised his right fist on the spot, without any moves, relying on brute force to meet Murong Tian's double fists!

"Bang!"

Hearing only a muffled sound, Hu Gaoyi used his absolute strength advantage to blast through Murong Tian's frame with one punch.

"Click!"

Immediately followed by a crisp sound, Murong Tian's left arm was directly dislocated, and he screamed in pain.

"Dad, Brother Murong!" Murong Xiaoyao and Changtong remembered to scream.

Chen Xiaobei was furious, his eyes bloomed with killing intent like substance, locking Hu Gaoyi to death, but he didn't put down his mobile phone, and said eagerly: "Answer the phone! Answer the phone......

"This is the price you pay for not admitting defeat!" Hu Gaoyi didn't stop at all, rushed over and kicked Murong Tian in the ribs.

"Click......"

There was a crisp sound, and Murong Tian's right rib had at least three ribs broken, and he took five steps back, blood flowed from his mouth, and it was difficult to stand firmly.

"Dad!!"

Murong screamed hysterically, and cried directly into a tearful person, if it wasn't for Jin Liu's dead drag, she would have rushed to the stage a long time ago!

"Haha! The young master is mighty! The young master is domineering!"

"What kind of Qingteng underground emperor, in front of our young master, he is a scum! hahaha......"

"It's really worthy of being our young master! In the future, when you enter the Xuanjian Gate, you will be Liu Chunyi's junior brother, and we will also follow the light!"

"Then it doesn't need to be said, our young master has a bright future!"

......

The surrounding disciples cheered one after another, and one by one they slapped their ass wildly, and they were all about to blow Hu Gaoyi to the sky!

"Lao Wang, do you still curse today?" Chen Xiaobei's phone was finally connected.

The crowd was chaotic, and no one noticed what was going on his side.

"There is one more time left today...... Recently, I have used it too much, and fans don't buy it very much...... What should I do?" came Wang's anxious voice on the other end of the phone.

"Your chance to circle fans has come! I'm going to open a video call now, you can directly connect the picture, and then curse that ugly man!" Chen Xiaobei said all the plans in one breath.

Lao Wang has been playing live broadcast for so many days, and he has long become a veteran, and the live broadcast screen is switched instantly.

At the same time, the public frequency in the live broadcast room immediately made a mess.

- Uncle Wang, what are you making trouble about? Don't you broadcast the glory of the king live?

What kind of game is this live broadcast? Is there an underground black fist? That uncle has been vomiting blood!

-- Uncle's opponent is so ugly, and he is still laughing and pretending to be forced! I really owe a beating! I hope Uncle can win!

- No way! I'm vomiting blood, how can I win? Unless...... Unless Uncle Wang's open mouth can work!

- Uncle Wang!

"You guys help me pull some people into the live broadcast room first, I have to wait for the right time to do my work!" Lao Wang stared at the screen, always ready!

screen.

Hu Gaoyi pretended to laugh loudly: "Murong Tian, I just broke a few of your bones just now, and I can connect them in the future, but if you don't admit defeat again, I promise that you will spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"

"Dad, admit defeat! I don't want you to get hurt...... Woo woo woo ......" Murong Xiaoyao cried so much that his face was spent, his delicate body trembled, and he was almost desperate.

"Brother Murong, don't carry it to death! If you have three longs and two shorts, what will the eldest niece do in the future?" Jin Liu also frowned, his eyes full of despair.

"No! I will never admit defeat!" Who is Murong Tian? Qing Teng Heavenly Lord! If he didn't even have this backbone, he wouldn't be him!

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being spicy!"

Hu Gaoyi roared and rushed up with a meteor, like a lion fighting a rabbit, wanting to completely crush Murong Tian!

"Uncle Murong, don't be afraid!