Ling Guangtong nodded. That's the reason, although simple, but after a day of stimulation, these spectators have become completely dominated by emotions and become obsessed with onlookers.

The two were still pretending to fight. The curator didn't want to watch it anymore, so when Guangtong saw this, he stopped watching and helped the curator to get up.

"Ho ho ...... I have some ideas for this kind of thing. The curator turned around, but his eyes no longer seemed to be confused.

And at this moment, the sound of falling to the ground came from the ring. It was an unsurprisingly easy victory, and compared to the previous life-and-death struggle, such a battle was really unspectacle.

Next up is the final of the day. The two people who had already walked to the door couldn't help but turn their heads when they heard such a voice.

As far as the eye could see, the local winner, who had just gone down and had not yet rested, was pushed into the ring by several people. And the foreign winner in the ring is gearing up at the moment, and for the scarred opponent in front of him, winning is just as easy as falling to the death of a chicken.

The local jousters were visibly frightened, and he looked around for a way to step down, but the crowd did not allow him to step down.

Because the win or loss of this game is related to how many people bet all day. They roared in rage, and the local warriors cowered their heads timidly, gave up their flight, and trembled to the stranger.

Then, a whistle blew.

Two quick punches hit the man's lower abdomen. He fell to his knees with a weak face, pain written all over his face.

However, even so, the competition is not over. The stranger seemed to be not yet satisfied, grabbed the man's hair, lifted him up, clenched his left hand into a fist, and struck him in the chest with a fist!

Suddenly, the local warrior was already spitting blood. Sticky blood dripped down, each punch echoing in his chest like a crack.

The room was full of visitors, and they were silent for a moment.

Then they erupted into even more intense shouting!

"Vomit...... Gross, don't fight......"

The sound of breath like a gossamer came from the bloody nasal cavity of the local warrior, but it was only a faint nasal voice. The stranger still didn't seem to be happy, turned his fist into a palm, "snapped" one by one, and hit the local warrior on the cheek fiercely!

Ling Guangtong and the curator, looking at the scene in front of them, couldn't help but stand on end.

They could clearly see that there were teeth missing. But no one went to stop it...... This is an atrocity that happened in front of everyone's eyes!

The wind of Chaoyun Street was stained with blood, and it drifted on the river shrouded in darkness. And at this moment, such atrocities are spreading throughout the Nether Heaven!

The curator is old, and after all, he can't stand such a scene and almost vomits. Ling Guangtong hurriedly left the martial arts hall with the help of the curator, and stood silently in the evening breeze of the street.

Today's Chaoyun Street Port has also undergone great changes. This old street has been ruined, and half of the foreign businessmen have colluded with each other to occupy half of the storefront.

Behind them was still the screams of the martial arts hall, impacting the backs of the two.

And just as they were about to leave, they suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards them.

In the martial arts hall, strangers held up the dying local warriors and laughed wildly.

That's all he can do! That's all he can do! He contemptuously used his unskilled vernacular, and then threw the loser in his hand to the ground.

The loser crawled on the ground, spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and never moved again.

The stranger sticks out his thumb. Then he turned down arrogantly: "You guys, you can't do it!" Support me, you guys can have more money! ”

The crowd let out an explosion of cries. Such a sound is like a wave, swept outside the martial arts hall and into the ears of those who came.

The cold wind made the three people standing outside extraordinarily calm, but under the calmness, there was irrepressible anger.

"Mr. Drunken Dust, you're here." Ling Guangtong restrained his tone.

The curator also looked at him, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes.

Drunken Dust Country did not speak. He glanced sideways at the room and took a soft breath.

This breath was full of the sour smell of sweat and the cruel smell of blood that had just been sprayed.

"I'll go in and have a look. …… Go back, you guys. ”

He shook his head, as if he hadn't fully sobered up. Ling Guangtong and the curator looked at him, but did not leave immediately.

"If you use force now, I'm afraid it will ......" The curator was worried. Chaoyun Jiebu has not officially used force against it yet, if it is rash to make a move, not to mention whether to give someone a handle, if it cannot be controlled, it may make the people of the street who have finally gotten a respite suffer again.

"I have a sense of proportion......" Drunk Dust Township did not return.

The hall was noisy. And just as the drunken dust town was about to enter, the three of them suddenly heard a shouting and scolding sound not far from the street, and they were quickly approaching the martial arts hall!

"Huh? That's ......" Ling Guangtong looked not far away, and was immediately surprised.

The curator also looked over there and found that in the darkness, about 20 people were scolding and scolding towards the martial arts hall.

This also made the drunken dust country stop. The group of people gradually approached, and with the light shining on, they could vaguely see that this group of people were in rags, holding sticks and other things, and they had a mighty momentum under the leadership of one person!

The crowd shouted noisily and soon approached the martial arts hall. The curator and the three of them deliberately took refuge for the time being, standing by the streets and alleys not far away to watch the changes.

The noisy voices made the martial arts hall also aware of the strangeness outside. At this moment, two strangers walked out of the tournament hall, who seemed to be the managers here.

The curator and Ling Guangtong quietly held their breath and concentrated, while the drunken dust village sat on the ground with their eyes slightly closed.

The group of people was unkempt and spat out foul words that were not clean. The two strangers were instantly surrounded by them, and as for what they were communicating, it was completely inaudible.

"These people...... I've never seen it in Chaoyun Street before. The curator touched his beard, a little puzzled, "It looks like this is a group of beggars, but before Chaoyun Street, where were there so many beggars?" ”

Ling Guangtong looked at the gate of the martial arts hall blocked by beggars, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "It seems that they may have some kind of command or plan......"

Gradually, the noise grew louder and louder, mixed with swearing. The two managers couldn't see it at all, and a few words could be vaguely heard between the mixed crowd.

"They're saying that the gym is open at night, so they can't sleep on the street." Ling Guangtong listened to it for a long time and understood a little. But he was a little ridiculous about this statement: "This group of beggars is quite good at living? ”

The curator continued to watch without saying a word. Soon, they saw the two foreign managers struggling to get out of the crowd, their clothes and faces already dirty, and they hurriedly ran into the martial arts hall.