That being said.

Han Feipo still walked into the ring with a sword.

On your knees!

For Han Feipo, the insult of personality is only secondary.

The meaning of kneeling is surrender, and the name of a slave will not be written on the list of martial artists.

"Broken Sword!"

"Cut down this guy who doesn't know how thick the sky is."

"Invincible! Kill him in seconds! A guy who relies on his godfather to become a rookie in martial arts. ”

The shouts under the ring were like a tide, and the atmosphere was hot, all of them were cheering for Zhuo Yijian and singing about Han Feipo.

Feng Teng: "......"

What happened?

I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything?

Standing ticket, twentieth row!

The nineteen rows in front had already used three layers of arhats, and not even a single gap was exposed, and nothing could be heard except for shouting.

Spectator!

So welcoming!

I didn't expect my popularity to be as popular back then!

Even if the young girl was infatuated with my handsome face, I didn't expect even my uncle and aunt to support me so much.

Zhuo Yijian couldn't help but feel a touch of guilt in his heart.

Everyone supports me so much, for a little stinky money, is it too much to play match-fixing.

"That's it! I can't let down the people who support me! I'll ...... today Have a good fight. ”

When Zhuo Yijian was still thinking about it, Han Feipo had already started according to the script.

"100% Wyvern Claw Killer!"

The amount of paper forged from strange materials, beautiful patterns drawn with cinnabar, and silver shining spiritual ink.

In a flash!

The strong smell of copper came to my nose.

Even Han Feipo's technique has become a lot more subtle, it seems to be fast and slow, as if there is a phantom of nowhere.

"What's going on? My body ...... Can't move! ”

"Superpowers! Definitely a superpower! ”

Zhuo Yijian was silent on the surface, but secretly used his internal strength to subtly shake out a gap in his clothes.

100% Wyvern Claw Hands!

A magical martial art that can make the opponent take the initiative to cooperate, throughout the history of the Langya martial arts world, with such a ghostly and god-created martial art, it is definitely one of the top martial arts.

"See? Did you see that? ”

"Broken Sword Zhuo didn't dodge or dodge the sword, and resisted the opponent's full strength, but he didn't even have a little injury."

In the first row of the ticket, a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman praised him.

"Awesome! Terrible! Unexpectedly, in addition to the inheritance of the Broken Sword Gate, he was also proficient in the kung fu of horizontal practice. ”

Sitting in the second row of the ticket, the sturdy man said.

"Maybe it's just a matter of the surface, but in fact, I've suffered a lot of internal injuries."

Standing in the first row of the ticket, the pretty woman said.

between the electric light and flint.

Han Feipo pulled out of Zhuo Yijian's clothes with his empty hand.

Zhuo Yijian patted the placket of the slightly bulging shirt, and instantly regained his mobility.

"Zhuo Yijian!"

"Zhuo Yijian!"

Countless people are being heard shouting for themselves.

Zhuo Yijian couldn't help but clutch his chest, as if something was aching faintly, obviously he had already gotten what he wanted, why did he feel so lost.

[Why?] 】

[Why was the battle of real swords and swords cold and cold before. 】

[Why did you finally encounter a battle with an explosive atmosphere, but it was a fake match that was destined to lose. 】

[Why are you so refreshing, giving me these dirty final payments, and making me completely stop the impulse of refunding. 】

Get out of the ring!

The corners of Li Xi's mouth twitched slightly, and he shook his head speechlessly.

In order to prevent accidents in the competition, he used mind reading to lock Zhuo Yijian.

But I didn't expect this person's inner drama to be so rich, and it consumes mental power quickly.

"Click"!

Zhuo Yijian ran the true yuan, the momentum was huge, and the sword slashed towards Han Fei.

The Holy Fire Sect's Falling Star Sword really didn't disappoint, and it broke off in response.

"Whew!"

Han Feipo took a deep breath.

Holding the half-cut sword in his hand, he showed a sad expression.

"Father!"

"The sword in the hands of the loving father, the sword in the wanderer's body."

"Although I am not your own blood, you treat me like a parent. When you left me, you left this sword to warn me at all times, telling me that your soul is stored in the sword, but I didn't expect ...... Your old man has left me again! ”

"Poof......

In the twenty rows of the standing ticket, a young man stumbled and almost fell.

Zhuo Yijian: "......"

Come on! Find a better excuse for acting, how can you call me to pick it up!

Firecrackers to celebrate, you are sad wool!

[If someone sees that it is a match-fixing, you can't blame me. 】

A world where strength reigns.

Whether it's admitting defeat out of sympathy and pity, or taking bribes to play match-fixing.

Zhuo Yijian doesn't care about this at all, as long as he is not considered to be weaker than the guy who relies on his godfather to take the position!

"Ahem!"

Zhuo Yijian entered the state in a second, and forced out two tears with internal force, even if he only had Xiao Xianrou's acting skills, he couldn't stand the internal force of the panacea.

"Hey! What a touching father-son relationship, hurry up and bring the deed of admitting defeat, I will sign it! ”

After Han Fei broke two moves.

Zhuo Yijian simply admitted defeat neatly, signed the deed of admitting defeat, and left without waiting for everyone to react.

"Isn't it! Zhuo Yijian actually cried! ”

"This is the iron-blooded pure man, a real man, cry if you want to!"

"It's so fake! I couldn't believe it, I didn't expect Han Feipo of Green Willow Villa to do such a thing. ”

Zhuo Yijian listened to everyone's dissatisfied discussions, and saw that everything was as expected, so he left with the silver ticket satisfied.

However!

He didn't notice a thing.

Of the thousands of people watching the competition, none of them directly condemned the match-fixing, and there were discrepancies in what they said.

Standing ticket, 20th row.

Feng Teng looked blankly at the back of a row of heads.

Fortunately, at this time, the formation spread out a little, and through the gap in the crowd, I saw Han Fei standing with his sword.

What happened? Is the fight over? 】

[My two taels of silver, just look at the back of a row of heads? 】

Feng Teng left angrily and questioned Bing Jia, "...... you Doesn't it mean that the purpose of collecting money is to enhance the experience? I had a terrible viewing experience. ”

Armor is not in a hurry about this.

replied: "I'm afraid Childe has heard something wrong!" I'm talking about improving the viewing experience of "distinguished guests" and not letting idle people and others disturb you. ”

"You say it's an idler, etc.?"

Feng Teng took a deep breath, took out a bill and said angrily: "Refund the ticket, I will never come again in the future!" ”

After collecting the bill, the armor said, "Okay, but I can only return half of it." It doesn't matter if you don't come later, it's only a day of contracting anyway. ”

Not more than a moment!

The audience in the 20 rows of tickets all left, but the rest of the people stayed in place in an orderly manner.

Han San, the head of the guard, slowly walked into the ring and shouted to everyone: "According to the plan of the owner, take action, the atmosphere group is doing well today, this month's monthly money has risen by 30%, and chicken legs will be added to dinner today." ”