What a deaf force Li Wuxiong has, this whisper did not fall into Li Wuxiong's ears word for word. He was not angry, but was really taken aback, he didn't expect that this little-known pawn on the other side actually had such eyesight. His bone-changing left hand clenched his fist gently, as weak as rehabilitation. It is true that the rejection of tiger bones has not been improved by luck, and has even become increasingly serious and has become a major gap in Zhou Tian's operation. Li Wuxiong's vitality that had been refined over the years escaped from his body like a flood, and his cultivation continued to weaken. There was no other way but to forcibly close all the veins in his left hand and the hearing in his left ear, most of his sense of sight and smell, and barely stopped the decline. For ordinary people, it is not easy to go on stage. But Li Wuxiong has his own pride that he can't give up, and he is absolutely unwilling to show weakness in front of others. So he still went to the appointment as scheduled, and walked into the martial arts arena as if nothing had happened, and the phoenix eyes that seemed to be clear and unclear revealed an unstoppable arrogance - even if they could no longer see everything outside of a zhang.

But pride is only a deadly stimulant, not a healing medicine, and even with desperate restraint, his movements still vaguely reveal a sense of incongruity. Although Zeng Dawei, who was close at hand, couldn't see the clues of the tiger bone, he still saw the weakness of the opponent from his look, pace, and breath, at least it was impossible to be as invincible as rumored, so he had that disdainful mockery. Before the two could make a move, Lee had already lost a round in earnest.

It didn't take long for the gray-bearded Si to finally finish preaching the prestige of the ancestors, the overall situation of the city-state, and the morality of the rivers and lakes, and finally prolonged the voice and shouted: One hour is limited, not more than life and death, and the point will stop.

Competition, start~

Because he couldn't see clearly, Zeng dared to think that it was just a vague shadow in his eyes. Li Wuxiong raised his right hand, spread his palm in front of his virtual fingers, squatted slightly with his left leg, and stretched forward with his right leg to take a virtual step. This is the most basic defensive step in Changquan, and there is nothing wrong with it as a starting move, but it is contrary to Lee's usual habits. Zeng dared to ignore your Li Wuxiong's great reputation and strong family background, and he was bullied in front of him in a few steps, and took advantage of the momentum to hit a straight punch. Regardless of the body and boxing techniques, they are all simple and simple, without a little fancy, and even without showing skills, purely by speed and strength. Li Wuxiong was fortunate that his ear power still existed, and he could still vaguely hear the sound and distinguish the position, so that he would not be passive, but calmly turned his body sideways, made a knife shape with his right hand, and slashed at the wrist of the comer. He wanted to punch again, but unexpectedly, after Li Wuxiong took the lead in half a hand, he was unforgiving, and his slightly bent left leg kicked hard, and the whole person bounced up like a loose bowstring, and his right hand struck out, and the metacarpophalangeal joint hit his nose fiercely. Zeng dared to close the momentum in a hurry, protected the door with both hands, and took the punch hard, but he was still shocked out of two lines of nosebleeds.

Li Wuxiong did not leave any respite for his opponent after he got close, and a set of punches made it impenetrable, although he could only use one right hand, he was sometimes weird and tricky, sometimes domineering and arrogant, and he dared to take seventeen steps back. Between seventeen steps, Zeng dared to dodge left and right, but could only barely parry. But fortunately, he was agile, and although the demolition was very embarrassing, he did not reveal a fatal flaw. In the eighteenth move, Zeng dared to turn over two bodies backwards with his strength, widened the distance, and between moving up and down, the halberd in the sleeve was quietly held in his hand, and the person had not yet landed, and with a whoosh, the two halberds broke through the air almost at the same time. Li Wuxiong's right hand clenched into a fist, and the red flames erupted out, and then quickly returned to the cage, wrapping his arm, condensing into a solid flame knife. The fire knife blocked left and right, knocking the two halberds to the ground. The halberd still had a lot of strength left, and it plunged into the thick stone-paved ring.

But after a little distance, Li Wuxiong couldn't see the opponent's figure clearly at all, and could only vaguely hear the direction, so he could only abandon the back move. He had already used all his strength in the set of punches just now, and he still couldn't help but be more cautious about this nobody. After all, if you chase after you blindly with your eyes, you will only be exploited by your opponent.

Zeng dared to see Li Wuxiong standing in place, thinking that it seemed that this kid was probably good at hand-to-hand combat and weak at body running. With judgment, Zeng dared not to approach again, but confronted him from afar, and compared with Li Wuxiong's patience.

Half an hour later, the two of them remained motionless. The tension of the two of them at the beginning eased up, and whispers sounded in the quiet audience.

The closest to the ring are the next two players, Ma Qing and Han Laoqi. The two were very close to each other, and it was too quiet before, and the two had not communicated. After the surrounding noise became noisy, Han Laoqi asked quietly: Big brother, what are these two people doing?

The voice was low, but the familiarity between the words could not be concealed. The reason is simple, Ma Qing is the head horse under Han Governor's hand, and he is a stubborn master without wind and waves, and there must be many younger brothers around him, the most ironclad of which is Han Laoqi. Han Douxing's background is not high, even if he is in a high position, he can't fit into the circle of Qingjiang's core, let alone the white-bodied Han Laoqi. After Governor Han became famous, he didn't want Han Laoqi to mix in the civilian street again. But even he himself is difficult to be accepted, let alone Han Laoyu, whose strength and resourcefulness are far from mature.

Being recognized by others is actually a very passive thing, and it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with whether you work hard, whether you are strong, whether you are outstanding, or whether you are noble. People in the circle think they are superior to others, and they decide whether a person is qualified to enter the circle like picking cabbage. This groundless sense of superiority makes people outside the circle depressed and angry, but they are always unable to do it. Han Laoqi has been wandering outside the circle for a long time, and he has been distressed for a long time. It wasn't until Ma Qing entered the criminal supervision team that Han Laoqi made friends with the first person in the circle - and it was also a rare person who never admitted the existence of the circle. Han Laoqi cherishes this very much, and Ma Qing's strength of not being afraid of heaven and earth will always make people close and admired in the subtle, so even if the two are the same age, the old man still calls him big brother.

Ma Qing also stiffened his expression when he spoke, pretending that the two were not familiar with each other, and said: I don't understand, there is something wrong with this Li Wuxiong.

Han Laoqi also felt the same way, and said: Why does this person only use one hand.

Ma Qing added: He doesn't seem to have opened his eyes either.

Ma Qing said extremely seriously, but Han Laoqi thought that he was laughing at Li Wuxiong for squinting, and couldn't help laughing. Ma Qing turned his head and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Han Laoqi said: Big brother, before you beat me out, can you save some face, let me go through dozens of tricks first, and pretend to be evenly matched like them?

Ma Qing laughed evilly and said: After ten moves, for each additional move, two taels of silver will be charged, and credit will not be accepted.