"Hey, Lin Xiaohei, is the beauty good-looking?" Song Zifeng came from behind and quipped Lin Xiaofei on the shoulder.

Lin Xiaofei couldn't help but be stunned and said, "What beauty?"

Song Zifeng glanced at Lin Xiaofei and said with a smile: "You see that you are staring at other beauties so fascinated, and you are still pretending to be with me?"

Lin Xiaofei glanced at Mu Yiting, who had already walked away, and shook her head and said, "I don't know her, how do I know her name?"

"Nonsense!" Song Zifeng glared at him and said, "Just now I saw you two chatting so happily, and you dare to say that you don't know each other?" Lin Xiaohei, you are too buddy!"

"Don't believe it, I'm going to prepare for the next game. Lin Xiaofei gave him a blank look, turned around and walked away.

"Cut, what's the big deal, fat brother, I'll ask myself. Song Zifeng shook his hand and ran towards Mu Yiting.

"She's a disciple of the Inner Sect!"

Song Zifeng stopped abruptly, turned around and ran back to Lin Xiaofei's side, and said with a smile: "It's still your game that is important, you must win, I can bet all my belongings on you to win!"

"I'll try my best, after all, the top five people have a few brushes. Lin Xiaofei said with a smile.

"You can't try, you have to win, you ......"

"Lin Xiaofei to Yuan Feng!"

The referee's voice sounded, and Lin Xiaofei jumped onto the high platform with a crowd of shouts. Suddenly, there was a shouting and shouting all around the audience.

"Come on, Brother Xiaohei, I bet on you, you must win!"

"Brother Xiaohei, put down Yuan Feng!"

"Brother Xiaohei, kill that Yuan Feng!"

Lin Xiaofei frowned, but then he smiled, although few of these guys were sincere, most of them were because they made bets, or they were purely lively, but they didn't have any bad intentions.

Of course, there are also many people who bet on Yuan Feng, and they are also shouting for Yuan Feng.

"Yuan Feng, this black boy!"

"Kick this black boy down!"

Everyone in the audience shouted for a while, and found that Yuan Feng was still not on stage, and someone roared angrily: "Hey, why is Yuan Feng still not on stage?"

"Fuck, I bet Yuan Feng on five Ning Yuan Dan, this guy won't dare to come, right?"

"Get out of the way, Lao Tzu bet on Yuan Feng's kid for a full ten Ning Yuan Dan!"

Lin Xiaofei's eyes froze, and he caught a glimpse of a young man suddenly leaning into the referee's ear and muttering something. Immediately, the referee stood up and said loudly: "Since Yuan Feng was seriously injured in the last game and cannot continue the game, Lin Xiaofei wins!"

The audience fell silent all of a sudden, and then there was a lot of abuse and angry shouting. The group of people who bet on Yuan Feng to win were roaring angrily, while those who bet on Lin Xiaofei to win were shouting.

The referee just closed his eyes and ignored the yelling guys.

Lin Xiaoyue stepped off the high platform and shrugged at Song Zifeng. Song Zifeng looked excited, and said with a smile: "Lin Xiaofei, now that you have made a fortune, hurry up and go to collect the pills." ”

In the distance, on the mountain road leading to the top of the central peak, on a suspended boulder that extends outwards for several feet, a young man in a white and blue robe stands in the wind. He was about twenty years old, with a handsome face, a pair of scorching eyes under the sword eyebrows, and the mountain wind blew, blowing his sideburns and hair.

The corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a smile with a hint of coldness in his arrogance, and he whispered to himself: "Lin Xiaofei, it's really good." No wonder Fang Ming's waste would die at his hands, but it's a pity that his father loves him so much. ”

He stood still for a moment, and then suddenly jumped up, and jumped directly from the boulder, and fell towards the woods and rocks of the slope below. After his body fell sharply for dozens of feet, he suddenly had his feet in the air, and his falling body suddenly stopped, and he landed lightly on the top of a tree, and then a few ups and downs had passed through the trees and rocks, landed on the wide mountain road, and walked slowly towards the outer sect martial arts field below.

Song Zifeng held a large handful of pill bottles, squeezed them out of the crowd, and looked at the pill bottles in his arms, his eyes lit up.

"In the finals of the Waizong Competition, Lin Xiaofei will play a special game, one to five!"

Song Zifeng suddenly stopped, and said in his heart: "The odds have actually decreased, these guys must be afraid that Lin Xiaohei's brothers will win the first place." ”

After taking two steps, Song Zifeng stopped again, rolled his eyes, and said secretly: "The opponent in the final must be very difficult, I think Lin Xiaohei's guy shouldn't be able to deal with it." If Lin Xiaohei loses, I'll take a look, a hundred bottles, then I can win another twenty bottles, haha, I'm really going to get rich today. ”

Song Zifeng thought, turned around and squeezed back into the crowd again. After a while, he squeezed out again, and the pill full of him was gone.

"Xiaopang, have you bet all the pills again?" Lin Xiaofei couldn't help but ask when he saw Song Zifeng squeezing out of the crowd with a smile on his face.

"Of course, all bets on you to lose, well, no, all bets on you to win!"

Lin Xiaofei glanced at him and didn't care too much. The other qualifying match also ended, and the Waizong Dabi ushered in the final round.

Lin Xiaofei's opponent was a disciple of the Mortal Fetal Ninefold Realm named Yang Tao. As soon as the two fought, Lin Xiaofei felt that Yang Tao's strength was far from being comparable to those previous disciples.

His strength was already at the peak of the Mortal Fetal Nine Realms, and his combat experience was far richer than Lin Xiaofei's, and his whole body exuded the kind of energy that could only be possessed after countless battles. If Lin Xiaofei hadn't relied on his defensive power beyond ordinary people, he would have been defeated.

And as the battle continued, Yang Tao was also shocked in his heart, not to mention that Lin Xiaofei was able to burst out with the power of nine horses with the cultivation of the mortal fetus fivefold realm, and the defense of his body was as strong as a demon beast, even with the strength of his mortal fetus ninefold realm, it was difficult to hurt Lin Xiaofei.

The battle gradually turned into a stalemate, although Lin Xiaofei's strength was weaker, his defense was perverted. The final has undoubtedly become the most exciting battle of the competition. Even the disciples watching from the audience stopped shouting and held their breath one by one, staring closely at the high platform.

"Bang!"

The two of them threw another punch, but they both took a few steps back. Both of them were solemn, their breathing was getting heavier, and their foreheads were sweating.

Lin Xiaofei's brows furrowed tightly, and a trace of fierceness with a bloodthirsty glow suddenly flashed in his pupils. With a low cry in his mouth, he rushed up again, and the middle door was wide open, and he directly gave up his defense. He formed a palm in his left hand and clenched his right hand into a fist like a hungry demon beast, pounced on his prey.

Yang Tao raised his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, looking at Lin Xiaofei's appearance, it seemed that he was desperate. His eyes froze, his right hand formed a palm, his left hand clenched into a fist, and he faced him head-on.

Fist to palm, palm to fist, both of them used all their strength. Suddenly, the violent force on the platform unleashed and exploded like a hurricane rising from the ground, rolling up the clothes of the two, the hem of the clothes hunting, and the hair flying.

Lin Xiaofei only felt a strong force gushing from his arms, shaking his blood and blood. He was determined, inhaled hard, forcibly suppressed the qi and blood, and suddenly his left palm suddenly held Yang Tao's fist, and then pulled back suddenly, and at the same time his right fist slid outward, taking out Yang Tao's palm, and then turned around in a circle, and the whole person squeezed towards Yang Tao's arms.

Yang Tao was startled and was about to retreat, but found that his right hand had been tightly held by Lin Xiaofei, as if it had been clamped to death by iron tongs. In desperation, his body tilted to the right and slid to the side, but then his eyes suddenly opened, and his face showed shock.

Because Lin Xiaofei suddenly opened his right arm, stretched forward, wrapped his arms around Yang Tao's left shoulder, and pulled his whole person forward, and then the two suddenly stuck together.

Everyone below was staring nervously at the game on the stage, and they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene. I don't know who laughed and scolded, and then a series of laughter sounded in the audience.

Yang Tao showed a look of anger on his face, and shouted angrily: "Senior Brother Lin, you ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened suddenly, and a hint of horror appeared on his face. I saw Lin Xiaofei suddenly grinning, stretching his neck, stretching his head back, and then slamming forward.

"Bang!"

The two heads collided together, making a crashing sound like a blast of iron and stone. Both of them took a few steps back, their bodies swaying.

The audience fell silent again, looking at the two people on the stage who were shaking so much that they could barely stand up.

"I'm grass, this is too ruthless!" someone exclaimed.

Lin Xiaofei shook his head fiercely, wiped the gray blood from his forehead, and suddenly grinned, with a fierce and crazy look in his eyes.

Seeing Lin Xiaofei's eyes, Yang Tao trembled inexplicably, as if he was being targeted by a bloodthirsty and ferocious demon beast.

Lin Xiaofei let out a low cry again, and rushed towards Yang Tao again. Yang Tao scolded angrily in his heart, but he also turned his heart sideways and swung his fist head-on.

Immediately, the two of them collided with each other again, the fist shadow flickered, the roar sounded, and the low shouts were repeated.

Once again, the battle turned into a stalemate, and the two men ended up fighting for hours, and almost as the sun set, the two threw their fists again.

"Bang!"

The two fists bombarded each other, like the sound of war drums, but the momentum and strength were far less intense than at the beginning, and when the power dispersed, the two of them each took a step back, and then fell down at the same time.

There was silence in the audience, and after a while, someone shouted: "I'm grass, what's going on, who won?"

"Brother Xiaohei, hurry up and stand up, I crushed you to win!"

"Little Black Brother, stand up!"

For a while, the audience shouted again and again, some cheered for Lin Xiaofei, and some shouted for Yang Tao.

After another moment, the referee slowly stood up, ready to announce the result. At this moment, Lin Xiaofei on the stage suddenly supported the ground with his palms and slowly stood up, although his body shook slightly, he straightened his waist, faced the evening breeze, and stood up straight under the twilight sunset.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the audience, and the sound shook the mountains and forests.

Lin Xiaofei looked around, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a smile.

Song Zifeng in the audience was also smiling, but his smile was more ugly than crying.