Around the high platform in the center of Xifeng Town, there are three floors inside and three floors outside, and all the people gathered are people watching the excitement. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But seeing the two people on the high platform, you come and go, draw and change styles, flash and move, and win applause from time to time.

Both of these people have the strength of about seven levels of the Martial Realm, and they are considered to be rare masters in the ordinary market.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, and in the end, the tall and thin man, taking advantage of the gap between the other party, slapped the other party off the stage with a quick palm.

The audience applauded.

The tall and thin man turned his head and nodded to the two people sitting behind him.

Sitting in the back was an old man dressed in fine clothes, who looked to be fifty or sixty years old, and the other was a dignified and beautiful woman about ten years old.

The woman and the tall and thin man looked at each other, smiled, turned to the old man and said, "Dad, Gao Gongzi, I have already won three people in a row, I don't think there is any need to continue, right?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "Fang'er, why are you in a hurry? Isn't this just the beginning? As long as he can win ten people in a row, I will agree to your marriage." Your father, my words count!"

After the old man finished speaking, he glanced Gao Jin up and down, full of disgust, and secretly said that the toad wants to eat swan meat, how can my daughter marry a poor bastard like you. In the past two days, there have been more young talents coming and going in Xifeng Town, and I don't believe that with my daughter's appearance, no one is willing to come up.

That Gao Jin was wearing a black coarse cloth clothes, although he was very clean, but compared with everyone present, he was indeed a little embarrassed.

"Yun Fang, don't embarrass your uncle. I'm sure I'll be able to win 10 in a row. I also believe that my uncle will keep his word. Gao Jin said and glanced at the old man.

The old man smiled disdainfully, waved his hand, and said, "Look at what I'm doing, go on." ”

Gao Jin turned around, arched his hand downward, and said, "Which other brother is going to give advice?"

Everyone in the audience, you look at me, I look at you, are not ready to go on stage.

After all, Gao Jin has already won three people in a row, and the strength of the sevenfold martial arts realm is already considered a good hand.

At this moment, suddenly a somewhat obedient voice said:

"Ben Shao has admired Miss Fan for a long time, how about you try it too?"

But I saw a young man in a pink robe walking up to the stage, taking out a feather fan in his hand, and opening it suddenly, quite chic.

When the old man looked at the man, he smiled and said, "Young Master Mu Long also came to cheer, he really looks up to the little girl." ”

Master Fan laughed. Mu Long arched his hand.

"Dad, this Mu Long Gongzi has seven wives and concubines in his family, do you want your daughter to be his eighth room?" Fan Yunfang, who was sitting on the side, said unhappily.

The old man glared at Fan Yunfang and said, "What's wrong with the eighth room? It's better than you marrying a poor boy." ”

"I want to marry you, I won't marry!" Fan Yunfang twisted his face and said.

The old man slapped the table and stood up.

At this time, Gao Jin stepped forward and said, "Uncle Fan, don't worry. ”

Then he said to Fan Yunfang: "Yunfang, don't you have confidence in me?"

Fan Yunfang turned his head, glanced at Gao Jin deeply, and said, "I believe in you." ”

She had already made up her mind that no matter whether Gao Jin won or lost, she would not marry someone else.

Next, Gao Jin and Mu Long fought together.

Don't look at that Mu Long looks like an embroidered pillow, but his cultivation is not weak, and he is the seventh in Duwu like Gao Jin.

After more than a dozen rounds, Mu Long was defeated, and Gao Jin also had a few more wounds on his body.

After Mu Long went down, several more people went up and were defeated by Gao Jin one by one.

Gao Jin watched the last person walk down with his head down, and said silently in his heart: "The eighth, there are still two people, as long as there are two more wins." That's it!"

Thinking of this, Gao Jin was arrogant, and looked at the people below with clear eyes: "Which other brother is on stage?"

Originally, someone in the crowd saw that although Gao Jin was brave and brave in winning eight people in a row, he had already shown a trace of decline between actions.

After all, no matter how powerful a person is, his physical strength is limited.

So someone wanted to defeat him while Gao Jin was out of strength.

But Gao Jin was suddenly so shocked that several people who were about to move hesitated.

Gao Jin asked three times in a row, and was about to ask for the fourth time. Suddenly, I heard a rough voice say: "Sprinkle the family to try it too!"

As soon as the words fell, an extremely burly figure fell on the high platform like a hill.

Gao Jin's stature was already tall, but the person opposite was more than a foot taller than him.

I saw that the man's body was like an iron tower, his head was hairless, he was dressed in a gray monk's robe, somewhat crooked wrapped around his body, and his round belly was exposed like a pot.

This is actually a monk like Roshan

When everyone below looked at it, they burst into laughter.

I only heard one person: "The monk also came to the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, didn't you commit a sexual precept?"

Everyone laughed.

The monk snorted coldly, and his vicious gaze swept downward.

Everyone intuitively felt a great pressure coming, and hurriedly closed their mouths.

I saw that the monk glanced at Fan Yunfang behind him, and said with a smile:

"When I looked at Miss Fan from afar, I felt that I was destined, and now that I look closer, I feel even more like I have seen it there.

Come to think of it, Miss Fan and I are a match made in heaven.

Miss Fan, I know you're in a hurry.

Let's go into the cave room. ”

As he spoke, the monk strode towards Fan Yunfang, stretched out a fat hand and grabbed her.

The old man of the Fan family looked anxious and said: "Gao Jin, stop this monk, as long as you defeat him, I will agree to your marriage." ”

Gao Jin's eyes flashed, and he said loudly: "Crazy monk, stop!" As he spoke, Gao Jin grabbed the monk's shoulder with a palm.

The monk snorted coldly, and his shoulders shook slightly.

Gao Jin only felt that his palm was like raw oil, and he was easily thrown away by the monk.

Gao Jin's heart shook slightly, he shouted angrily, and his right fist burst out like lightning, hitting the monk's back.

At this time, the monk suddenly turned around and faced Gao Jin head-on.

Hearing a snap, Gao Jin's fist hit the opponent's bulging belly.

Gao Jin sneered and was about to shake his arms to exert force.

Suddenly, the monk's abdomen was retracted inward.

Before the power in Gao Jin's hand could go out, he was quickly wrapped around a suction force and pulled him forward.

The incident happened suddenly, and the center of gravity of Gao Jin was unstable and planted forward.

Unexpectedly, the monk's cold light flashed, and his belly suddenly bulged again, and it hit Gao Jin's uncontrollable wrist.

Just listen to the click.

Gao Jin's body flew out more than a dozen steps upside down, and stood firm with a stake.

"Master Gao?" Fan Yunfang stood up, her face pale.

"I, I'm fine. Gao Jin gritted his teeth and stood up, looking down to see that his wrist was swollen more than two inches high.

"Donor, you're not my opponent, you're still obediently waiting for the joy bar. The monk smiled and flicked his sleeves slightly.

The shabby sleeves of his shirt were swept right on Gao Jin, who was still rushing forward.

Bang! With a bang, Gao Jin's blood spurted wildly and flew towards the high platform.

(To be continued.) )