Listening to Long Yingjie's words, Hao Jin put the axe on the edge of the arena and looked at Long Yingjie with a smile: "I watched the battle yesterday and knew that Brother Long's kung fu was extraordinary. But after all, you are a few years younger than me, and I can't use weapons to defeat me. Let's all use a pair of fists to divide the winners. ”

Long Yingjie exclaimed: "Brother Hao is really a frank and honest man!" However, brother, I will not show mercy when I do it, and I ask Brother Hao not to be careless. ”

Hao Jinlang laughed loudly: "You and my brother will let go of their hands and feet to have a discussion." ”

"Then Brother Hao, please watch the boxing!" Long Yingjie was no longer polite, and punched out, using seventy percent of his strength.

Seeing the ferocity of the fist, Hao Jin nodded secretly, swung his fist to meet it, and also exerted seventy percent of his strength.

When the two fists met, there was a loud sound, and Hao Jin was surprised to find that he was like hitting a heavy iron plate, and his fist was almost shattered!

"Wow, bmm", Hao Jin took five steps back, held back the pain and looked at the other party in shock, and found that Long Yingjie was standing calmly in his original position, his purple clothes fluttering, and he didn't retreat a step!

Hao Jin felt very incredible: What is Long Yingjie practicing? What stage of martial qi cultivation has he reached? With his ninth-order martial qi cultivation, he can't see through him!

Hao Jin is two or three years older than Long Yingjie, and his martial arts cultivation is a big step behind the other party, this person named Long Yingjie can be called a demon!

"Where did he come from? Why is he so powerful? He has cultivated like this at such a young age, and his future will definitely be limitless! If he has the opportunity, he must make this friend!" Hao Jin thought to himself.

Long Yingjie was also full of surprises: he had fully verified his combat effectiveness in the past two days. With his own strength, it should be difficult to have an opponent below the second order of the martial qi master.

After all, what Long Yingjie cultivates is a god-level mid-grade forging body ** and god-level martial arts, how can it be compared to ordinary dream level and illusion level**! Therefore, he has the ability to challenge beyond the level.

Hao Jin's expression was solemn, and he condensed all the yuan power into his palms: "Brother Long, take me one more move! If you can catch it, Hao will admit defeat!" After speaking, his palms were pushed out.

Hao Jin's move was full force, and Long Yingjie could almost feel the fluctuation of the yuan force above his palms.

Long Yingjie's heart ignited with high fighting spirit, and he laughed and said, "Brother Hao, be careful!"

The palms collided and a loud bang erupted. Long Yingjie's body shook for a while, but Hao Jin's body flew up uncontrollably and fell heavily to the stage dozens of meters away.

This defensive action actually hurt Hao Jin, Long Yingjie regretted it a little, hurriedly jumped off the stage, came to Hao Jin to help him up, and said apologetically: "Brother Hao, I missed!"

Hao Jin's wrists had been broken, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his face was pale. But at this moment, he was not angry, and looked at Long Yingjie with blazing eyes: "Brother Long, Hao is convinced! I hope to have the opportunity to meet again!"

Hao Yin has come to the stage to retrieve the Xuantie axe for his brother. He helped his brother to look at Long Yingjie: "Brother Long is really a genius in the world, we have learned it! I hope to have time to go to the Hao family in Tongba City, and our brother will learn from Brother Long again!"

With that, the two brothers left the arena hand in hand.

Long Yingjie had respect for the two of them, and said in his heart: These two are bright and upright men, and they must make friends if they have the opportunity.

In the box, the eyes of Miao Wanli, the lord of Mengda City, Jiang Tao, the head of the ** family, Yan Lang, the head of the Yan family, and Luo Zhentian, the head of the Luo family, were all staring at this hairy young man who didn't know where he came from, Long Yingjie, each with his own thoughts.

In the fourth game, the second match against the bearded Luo Hua.

Although the two elder brothers have been defeated, Luo Hua still does not change the consistent sight of the three heroes of Luomen. He looked at Lou Er: "Lou Er, do you think you can pretend to be a ghost while wearing a mask, take it off and let me see who you are!" After speaking, his right hand rushed out, and he was about to take off the mask on Lou Er's face.

Lou Er snorted coldly: "Even a martial artist of the eighth order dares to be arrogant!" took a step back and kicked out head-on.

Luo Hua was shocked, felt the other party's fierce strength, and hurriedly dodged. Lou Er was already angry in his heart, one foot hit the ground, and the other foot immediately flew out, directly taking Luo Hua's waist and eyes.

If this kick is kicked, Luo Hua will definitely be injured. He didn't care about face, so he took ten steps backwards in embarrassment, and said in his heart: "It's so dangerous!" Just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but was stunned to find that he didn't get rid of Lou Er.

Lou Er followed him like a shadow, flew up in the air, and kicked Luo Hua, who had just stood firm.

As soon as Luo Zhentian in the box said something bad, Luo Hua's body was already planted like a piece of dead wood under the stage.

The audience was stunned. Luo Hua, who was still angry just now, was kicked off the stage by Lou Er's three kicks in a row in a few breaths! When did Luo Men Sanxiong become so vulnerable?

Luo Zhentian said a few words to a thin old man beside him with a gloomy face, and walked away.

This time in the competition for the law rank treasure, the Luo family's face was embarrassed, and the fiercest competition in the afternoon had nothing to do with the Luo family, where was he still in the mood to watch!

At the end of the morning game, Jiang Haiya, Yan Niang, Lou Er and Long Yingjie entered the afternoon battle.

During the lunch break, Lou Er suddenly quietly found Long Yingjie and said, "Young Master Long, I can bet on you in the afternoon match." ”

"Bet, what bet?" asked Long Yingjie strangely.

"The casino in the arena bets on you to win!" Lou Er said, "Your current odds are close to 1 to ten, and I can bet all the 50,000 lower grade yuan stones on you." If you win, I'm going to make a lot of money, and all of a sudden, it's going to be 500,000 yuan stones! That's a lot of money!"

Long Yingjie smiled when he heard this: "Aren't you afraid of making a mistake?" I can see that you are at least a martial arts master at the first order, and you are at the same level as me, why don't you bet on yourself to win?"

"I can't beat you!" Lou Er said, "I have self-knowledge. Before the game starts, I suggest that you take out all the Yuan Stones on your body and bet on yourself to win, with a one-to-ten odds, you will not only get the Law Rank Treasure Weapon, but also earn a large amount of Yuan Stone, killing two birds with one stone!"

Long Yingjie was a little moved: Yuan Shi is a necessary thing for people who cultivate martial arts, and no one will have too much. When he came out of the house, his father gave him 100,000 lower grade yuan stones in case of emergency. Do you want to gamble now? I am an unpopular, others are not optimistic about myself, but I must cheer myself up.

"Okay, you take me to the casino, and I'll bet on myself to win!" Long Yingjie said with a smile at Lou Er. He is not afraid of any conspiracy in Lou Er.

"Well, that's right!" Lou Er didn't finish speaking, and the person had already walked out. Long Yingjie followed.

The battle in the afternoon was grouped out, Jiang Haiya against Lou Er, and Long Yingjie against Yan Niang. The winners of the two groups compete for the sword.

In the first game, Long Yingjie and Yan Niang went first.

"Great Elder, who do you think Yan Niang or Long Yingjie will win?" In the luxurious box, Yan Lang asked an old man with a fairy wind and bones.

Great Elder Yan Jun had a solemn face and said, "Family Master, that Long Yingjie should have broken through to the Martial Qi Master, and the young lady is only a Martial Qi Warrior of the ninth order. Miss is a little suspenseful this time!"

Yan Lang shook his head and smiled: "It's not hanging, it's that it's impossible to win." Yan Niang can't beat Long Yingjie even if she breaks through to the martial arts master, this young man's martial arts skills are very peculiar, and his background must not be simple. After the contest is over, you must invite him to the house. Such a genius must be close to each other and must not become an enemy. ”

The Great Elder nodded, deeply convinced.

"Haha, I finally met a peer!" Long Yingjie said with a smile in front of Yan Niang, who was standing with a sword and was dressed in green like a fairy with a blue wave.

"Well, among my peers, I have to say that you are a genius!" Yan Niang looked at Long Yingjie seriously and praised.

"You're also very good!" Long Yingjie praised sincerely, "At the age of sixteen, you can reach the ninth rank of a martial artist, and you can be regarded as a genius in the entire Huashen Kingdom!"

Indeed, more than half a month ago, Yan Niang was still a figure to look up to in Long Yingjie's eyes, almost out of reach. If it weren't for the god-like beauty sister Yan Hongzhu, it would be difficult for him to surpass Yan Niang. Therefore, Long Yingjie admired Yan Niang's achievements from the bottom of his heart.

"I did have some talent before I met you, but now my pitiful pride has been completely destroyed. Today, I can only do my best to have no regrets!" Yan Niang stared at Long Yingjie's deep eyes, and she actually felt her heartstrings being tugged, and her mind was a little trance.

After three days of treasure hunting competition, Yan Niang felt more and more that this big boy of the same age as herself was unfathomable.

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