"I want you dead!"

Tan Qing's crotch was bleeding, and he screamed in anger.

Dongfang Yi also bent over with pain on his face, but he still said easily: "If I were you, I should go to a doctor to rescue me at this moment." After all, what is the meaning of a person who has no children and grandchildren, even if he is a young gang leader?! ”

"You're a mother!"

Tan Qing was about to explode.

If you know this, why would you choose such a lose-lose move!

Knock knock!

It's naturally impossible to go to the doctor like this! If the matter is not done, the Lord will not let him go!

Tan Qing remembered the Lord's terrifying means, pointed to stop the bleeding, strode forward, and attacked Dongfang Yi like a storm.

At this time, Dongfang Yi took advantage of the situation to retreat again and again.

When a person is injured, it is difficult for him to remain calm.

At this time, Tan Qing's moves are more powerful, and the flexibility of the connection between the moves is weak...... It's not necessarily that he didn't think of this, but the key point is to be injured and bleeding, and when he fights again, he will inevitably have a scruple or two, not so smooth!

In this case, Dongfang Yi actually grasped this trace of stagnation and changed direction smoothly.

Whenever he is pushed to the edge of the ring, he turns sharply, like a nimble loach, and pushes to the other side.

All in all, the ring scene was ugly.

Dongfang is easy to run around like a rabbit.

But the angry Tan Qing is not like a winner!

In fact, it is difficult for the spectators under the ring to consider a person with bleeding pants as a winner!

Some people, even if they win the competition, they still lose; And some people, even if they lose, they win.

One, two, three!

In the tenth circle, Tan Qingzhen was completely blown up, and the wound in the crotch of his pants was stopped by the acupoint, if he recuperated, he might be able to recover slowly, but then he exercised vigorously, which directly caused the wound to crack and the pain became more and more unbearable.

"Dead and dead!"

Tan Qing was gradually carried away by his reason, and roared in pursuit, not caring about defense at all.

The sharp red mang reappeared, and Dongfang Yi returned to the sword to counterattack.

Under normal circumstances, in the face of this sword, Tan Qing would definitely dodge first, or slap from the side, at least he would not choose to resist hard.

However!

Now it is no longer a normal situation, and there is only one thought left in Tan Qing's mind.

Tan Qing used a lose-lose style of play, and kicked Dongfang Yi's chest with both legs.

Dongfang Yi knees forward, lying on his back, dodging the blow.

The sword that was originally stabbed in Tan Qing's face also rose due to the angle.

Burst!

Kankan wiped Tan Qing's skin and swept it by.

"This ...... What is this......"

"His face ......"

The spectators below the ring exclaimed.

This Tan Qing's face was torn by the blade of the sword, and it was supposed to bleed, but in fact it was split to both sides! Beneath the yellow skin, there is a pale face!

"Human skin mask?!"

"He's wearing a human skin mask!"

"He's not Tan Qing!"

"And who is he? Apart from Tan Qing, who else can have this Tan leg's kung fu?! ”

In the stands, all the first-class martial artists were shocked.

The faces of the Changle Gang are also extremely ugly!

"What the hell is he trying to do?!" The eight-clawed golden dragon Situ Heng got up with a bang, sat down and the wooden chair clicked and shattered.

Situ turned his head sideways to look at the Fengyun swordsman Zhong Zhan: "Mr. Zhong, do you know the origin of this person?" ”

Fengyun swordsman Zhong Zhan frowned: "This person is very strong in martial arts, and he has entered the top. It is said that in the rivers and lakes, you should not be lonely and nameless! There are only a few people who can practice the leg method to be first-class, and they don't seem to be right. ”

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say!"

Mo Zhuzi also shook his head.

As for whether you really can't see it, or pretend not to see it, no one knows.

The stands were silent, and the rest of the first-class warriors watching the battle looked at each other, noses and hearts, and hung up high and high on their own business.

"There are only a few forces in the rivers and lakes that can have this hidden master." Jaguar Hall Master Zhan Fei suddenly spoke.

He was rescued by the eight-clawed golden dragon Situ Heng, and he was deeply favored and had to repay it.

In the Changle Gang, he can be regarded as a cronie of the gang leader.

As for the other hall masters, first-class martial artists are extremely autonomous. Even if his strength is not as good as Situ Heng, he is nominally a subordinate of the gang leader, but he doesn't listen to the announcement.

If the matter is really ordered, I will definitely find time to do it, but what it will do depends on the mood of the hall masters.

If it is done, the reward cannot be less; If you do a bad job, you can do it with two verbal reprimands at most.

"Magic ......"

Before the eight-clawed golden dragon could speak, he instantly calmed down.

None of the Demon Sect, the Blue Dragon Society, Wudang, and Shaolin can afford to be provoked by the Changle Gang!

What if you know?!

I can only endure it!

Don't dare to complain a word!

Although the pale man is pretending to be Tan Qing, his strength is probably stronger than the real Tan Qing! Top first-class, even if he makes a personal move, it will be difficult to win! And such characters are just slave subordinates who obey orders!

It's scary to think about!

Everyone exclaimed that Tan Qing, who was almost crazy, came back to his senses, and when he touched his face, his originally pale face became even more bloodless.

"You! You're unexpected! ”

Tan Qing, no, to be precise, the pale man: "The bad lord is a big deal!" Kill! ”

"Die!"

He roared!

Dongfang Yi horizontal sword defense, ready to deal with the opponent's dying struggle.

At this time, the pale man did not advance but retreated, tiptoed, turned around and flew out of the ring.

Da-da-da-da!

Stepping on the heads of onlookers, several ups and downs disappeared.

"He escaped." Dongfang Yi squinted.

If the pale man is entangled again, he will be killed even if he is injured.

After all, the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible for the two sides to coexist peacefully, and if you kill one more, you will have one less!

A first-class martial artist is not a cabbage even in Shaolin, let alone a top-notch first-class.

When this happened, the spectators in the ring shouted and speculated endlessly.

In the stands, the old rivers and lakes were silent and took the opportunity to retire.

The Changle Gang has a complicated complexity, but it doesn't say much.

In the end, the gang leader, the eight-clawed golden dragon Situ Heng, coldly announced that the dripping sword Dongfang Yi won and succeeded him as the young gang leader of the Changle Gang.

Just threw down such a simple sentence and walked straight away.

Other high-level officials followed.

Let's go......

……

The high-level officials have the confidence to ignore the new young gang leader of the Dripping Sword.

The gang at the bottom doesn't have the guts.

After all, the gang leader is a man who lets go of words, and the young gang leader who is elected is used to help take care of the affairs of the gang.

Taking a step back, the Dripping Sword is also a first-class martial artist, and his combat power is not weak, and he is even more powerful than the hall master of the inner three halls and the outer five halls.

"Young helper, please come here!"

The gray-haired old butler was left last, responsible for entertaining the new young helper.

"Old Zhou, please."

Dongfang Yi responded with his head bowed.

This old housekeeper surnamed Zhou is not high in martial arts, but he has followed the gang leader Situ Heng for a long time, and many times, he can almost replace Situ Heng, so he also has a very high status in the gang.

Well, in a word, the fox is a fake tiger!

"The old man is just a slave, and he deserves such courtesy as a helper."

Saying this, Steward Zhou still smiled very happily.

As he said, he is just a slave, even if he can represent the gang leader on weekdays, at most he will bluff the lower classes.

The high-level, first-class martial artist, who occupies a high position because of his strength, how can he be regarded as a small slave?

To put it mildly, even if you sneak him to death, it's a big deal.

It is impossible for the eight-clawed golden dragon Situ Heng to really deal with a high-ranking and powerful hall master because of this matter! Most likely, it is to pretend not to know, and then find face elsewhere.