The 151st semi-finals were decisive

"Can you continue to fight?"

The on-site referee asked, wanting Leng Tie to make his own decision, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to make a suitable judgment for a while. According to common sense, if the cold iron is unstable, then it should naturally be judged as losing, which is a normal thing.

But this is related to a big family in Tunxi Town-the players of the Leng family, there is Leng Wanshan sitting on the rostrum, as the saying goes, if you don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, he can't make this decision rashly.

This referee is also cunning enough, he can't decide things, he even asked Leng Tie rhetorically, and he asked Leng Tie to make this decision. If Leng Tie said to fight, he would let him continue to fight, he took advantage of this to leave a chance for the Leng family to do a personal favor, even if Leng Te was broken, he was not responsible. If Leng Tie said that he would not fight, he would not bear the charge of not leaving a chance for the Leng family, it was all Leng Tie's words. Anyway, he is not responsible.

"Hit!!"

Cold Iron's answer was categorical. Leng Tie, who couldn't completely stand upright, actually opened up the frame again while talking, and the strength seemed to be desperate to die on the stage. At this time, Leng Xuan really saw the real cold iron, this is the real cold iron, his spirit is admirable, Leng Xuan can't help but be in awe of this big brother, and also respect the spirit of the Leng family.

The referee didn't speak again, waved his hand, and signaled the game to continue, which made Qi Mingkun on the side even a little surprised, it is estimated that he thought that the game should be over.

"Ah!!h

Leng Tie rushed forward again with a fist, and he was the first to attack, his red phoenix thunder move obviously made people feel deformed, but with the fluttering red light, it was still so cool and handsome.

"Come on, come on!!"

A group of girls screamed and took the lead in cheering for the cold iron, and Qi Mingqin even crowded under the stage to cheer for the cold iron, but her voice was obviously hoarse. But their cheering was immediately drowned out by the louder cheers of Qi Mingkun's supporters.

"Come on Qi Mingkun, come on Qi Mingkun......" The people who cheer for Qi Mingkun are obviously many times more than the fans of cold iron.

Qi Mingkun punched again, although he seemed to be very passive, but still flashed a light, he must not be as injured as Leng Tie, although he punched half a beat slower, but he was still very powerful, Qi Mingkun already seemed to be at ease, and even no longer put Leng Tie in his eyes.

"Bang!!"

The punch of the two of them was very scattered, and it was obvious that the level of the two of them was not at the peak state just now, and this punch was still a hard hit, and in the case of Leng Tie was already injured, this was obviously a loss. Qi Mingkun stood up after a punch and didn't do anything, but Leng Tie was flying out of the body again and fell down, and there was still blood in his mouth!!

"One!!"

"Two!!"

The referee was reading, the audience was silent, everyone was staring at Leng Tie on the stage, I don't know if there will be another miracle this time, Leng Tie is struggling and working hard!

"Leng Tie, you can get up!" Ling Xi lay on the stage and yelled at Leng Tie!

Sure enough, Leng Tie was like a divine help, and he really staggered and supported it again, what kind of strength is this?

"Three!!"

Leng Tie caught up before the three, got up, and immediately broke out a sigh below, a group of female voices were shouting to cheer for Leng Tie again, Leng Tie's name is good, it really looks like iron, which is admirable! What kind of spirit should this be, how strong this is, Leng Xuan obviously felt the significance of Ling Xi's voice to Leng Tie, and obviously how important Leng Tie was in Ling Xi's heart, although the two had not spoken since the beginning of the game, and even Ling Xi seemed to be trying her best to hide her mood.

"Can you still fight?" The referee saw Leng Tie up, and didn't look at the others, so he asked directly!

"Yes!!"

It's still so neat, but in fact, Leng Tie didn't open his eyes at all.

"Well done!

Even the referees seemed to show admiration. The referee waved his hand, but the action seemed so unbearable.

If you still have to fight such a cold iron, isn't that completely waiting for nothing? Can he still fight? Leng Xuan was moved and admired, but he was even more distressed, he could hardly bear to look at it!

"Slow!!We throw in the towel!!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the rostrum, and that voice was Leng Wanshan.

"Dang Dang!!" the referee immediately rang the bell.

As soon as the bell rang, Leng Tie immediately softened, and collapsed on the stage again, as if he had fainted, someone carried him off the field for treatment, Leng Xuan hurriedly ran over and wiped it in Leng Tie's mouth, it was the red liquid of the jade gourd! Ling Xi looked very anxious, although she pretended to be calm and cover-up, but it was also seen by Leng Xuan at a glance, Ling Xi did not step forward again, it seemed that he was very scruples, he had to turn to Qi Mingkun again.

Qi Mingkun stood on the stage, full of heroics, he was already immersed in the shouts of the mountain under the stage, like a hero who won the victory, accepting the admiration and worship of all the people, as if he had now won the first place in the league and became a rare defending champion in history.

Seeing that he is still energetic and relaxed on stage, he has nothing to do at all, it seems that there is still inexhaustible spiritual power and inexhaustible martial arts. Qi Mingkun stood on the stage, like a king to accept the mountain calls of the fanatical fans in the audience, I have to say that the gambling game has added an unexpected hot atmosphere to the league.

Qi Mingkun's pillar of light on the curtain has been climbing higher and higher, so high that it is frightening, and the speed can be described as a hurricane is not too much at all, and the others add up to just a drop in the bucket, so small that it is almost negligible. "Smack!" As Leng Tie was carried off the field, his name and pillar of light immediately dimmed and disappeared. Naturally, with the disappearance of the name of the cold iron, those bets on the name of the cold iron have also become the banker's money.

After a boiling period of celebration, finally as the referee announced the result, Qi Mingkun stepped down, and the sexy girl played a light card and showed a circle on the stage, and returned to calm. On and off the stage, everyone seemed to have a satisfied smile on their faces, and it seemed that almost everyone was betting on Qi Mingkun, as if they had made a lot of money now. Even the scarred face of Qi Shenglong on the rostrum was also a lot more relaxed, and there was a kind of satisfaction in his single eye.

The next semi-final, under the aura of Qi Mingkun's absolute strength, seems to be as inconsequential at this time.

Everyone seems to be just staying up for the final at the end of the year, and even the final seems to be doomed to be garbage time, and most people on the field should think so, especially those who have put all their bets on Leng Tie, they are waiting to count the money.