Chu Zhongtian glanced at him worriedly.

Li Chenghui nodded to signal him to rest assured, and then walked into the ring in a dashing manner, holding the No. 648 card in his hand high.

The audience came in and walked up to the ring with a bad old man, who laughed one after another.

"Senior, go home and hug your mother-in-law, be careful that she becomes a widow."

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter.

The man holding the folding fan pressed his hands down slightly, and said loudly: "Since the players on both sides have arrived, let's not say much, and start the next game after a cup of tea." ”

The tea time, from the time the players come on the field to the start of the game, is reserved for those below to place bets.

Li Chenghui gave Chu Zhongtian a look, and the latter nodded, walked over to the dealer, and asked, "What are the odds now?" ”

"The champion is 1.12 to 1, and the challenger is 3.23 to 1." The dealer said without raising his eyes.

Chu Zhongtian nodded, transferred all the spirit stones in the Sumeru ring to the dealer and said, "Buy the No. 648 challenger, win." ”

The dealer was a thin man in his forties, and when he saw that the other party had placed a heavy bet of 300,000 yuan, he finally raised his head, raised his thumb and praised: "The Tao is friendly and courageous." ”

Chu Zhongtian took the betting ticket and turned to leave.

When passing by the previous well-wisher, he estimated that he would expose the bill in his hand and show it to the other party.

Sure enough, after the well-wisher saw Chu Zhongtian buy a heavy bet, he gritted his teeth, walked up to the dealer, and said loudly: "Ten thousand, 648 challenger, win." ”

A cup of tea time passed quickly.

In the ring, a man with a folding fan called the two contestants to the middle, and with the sound of the start of the game, Wang Meng quickly rushed out.

Wang Meng is worthy of being a master who has successfully defended eight times, his movements are as fast as a phantom, and his moves are vicious and vicious.

Li Chenghui's face was slightly ruddy, and he didn't fight back, relying on his body to dodge Wang Meng's attack.

In the ring, the two of them attacked one fiercely and the other dodged, and after a full tea time, they were stunned and didn't make a move.

The audience under the ring couldn't stand it anymore and shouted fake matches.

The man holding the folding fan couldn't stand it, and said to Li Chenghui: "Senior, if you don't fight back, I can only sentence you to lose, and I won't give you the cost of appearing." ”

Hearing this, Li Chenghui finally stopped dodging and walked towards Wang Meng, and the two instantly fought.

The onlookers under the ring were dumbfounded.

They didn't expect that this old man, who seemed to be at least old, would be able to draw with Wang Meng.

I saw that on the ring, the two of them faced Mai Mang, refusing to give in to each other, fists to the flesh.

Wang Meng made a false move, took the opportunity to get close to Li Chenghui's side, twisted his toes, and lifted Li Chenghui's abdomen with one kick.

As soon as Li Chenghui's waist and abdomen tightened, he unloaded Wang Meng's strength.

Wang Meng's pupils shrank, and he was shocked in his heart, knowing that he had encountered the idea of piercing his hands.

But the more this happened, the more ruthless his shot became, the more excited his expression became, and he even imagined how to torture his opponent for a while.

After a short period of temptation, Li Chenghui also basically figured out that Wang Meng's strength should be higher than Daniel Zhang and slightly lower than Wu Kui.

I saw Li Chenghui exhale a turbid gas like a white mist, put his arms crossed in front of his chest, and then quickly received the left and right ribs, alternating blows.

He silently said in his heart: "Heavenly style! ”

This blow is the heavenly style in the three forms of the Heaven and Earth Sutra.

The celestial style is as ethereal and impermanent as the white clouds in the sky, as long as it is stained with a punch, there will be countless punches followed by it, making people feel like they are in the white clouds, and there is nowhere to hide.

Wang Meng felt this way at this time, he only felt that he was full of fist shadows in all directions, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid the opponent's fist after all.

Wang Meng's face was as white as paper, his cheeks were covered with sweat, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding uncontrollably.

At this time, he folded his arms in front of him, desperately resisting the opponent's attack.

In the face of Li Chenghui's stormy attack, Wang Meng's body retreated little by little, and his shoes left two black marks in the ring.

At this time, he had only one thought in his heart, whether this old man had eaten the Zhuangjing Pill.

Li Chenghui has no distractions and only cares about punching.

The onlookers in the audience were silent, and they didn't dare to imagine that this old man, who seemed to be buried in the dirt to his neck, was so violent.

actually suppressed Wang Meng hard, and the advantage is still expanding.

Chu Zhongtian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were full of shock, it was the first time he had seen the scene of his senior brother fighting with others.

He didn't expect that the senior brother who was not inconspicuous on weekdays had just been promoted to the Selective Power Realm, and his combat power was actually so strong, no less than those heavenly pride of the Yuhua Sect.

Beside Chu Zhongtian, the kind-hearted person who bought Li Chenghui's 10,000 wins also turned red, and he felt that his heart was beating faster than ever.

You must know that although Wang Meng is not a famous disciple, he has a strong physique and a solid foundation.

Originally, he just had the idea of giving it a try, so he bought 10,000 spirit stones, knowing that this old man was playing the role of a pig and eating a tiger, so he should have suppressed all his net worth.

In the ring, Li Chenghui has already thrown a hundred punches.

Wang Meng's face has turned from white to purple, and he is supported by ruthlessness.

Now the competition between the two sides is not who is stronger, whose fists are hard, and whose skills are high.

It's perseverance.

Li Chenghui's fist smashed like a sharp spear at Wang Meng, whose arms were like a strong shield, resisting the attack to the death.

It depends on whether the spear is sharp or the shield is strong.

The audience under the ring had never seen such a game, and they all held their breath and did not dare to make a sound.

"Ding"

It was as if an iron shield had shattered.

In the eyes of the onlookers under the ring, Wang Meng's arms hung down like two soft long snakes.

Only a few people could see that the reason why Wang Meng lowered his arms was because he had lost control of his arms.

Li Chenghui's face was ruddy, and his body was emitting curling green smoke as if it was on fire.

This is caused by cold poison and dryness in the body.

The moment Wang Meng's arms were lowered, the winner was decided.

The man holding the folding fan slapped his hand and exclaimed: "The seniors are really hidden, which opens the eyes of the juniors, I don't know if the seniors have the idea of being our master." ”

This question happened to ask Li Chenghui's heart, and he said in an astonishing voice: "Of course, and I have to choose another player immediately." ”

"What? He's going to fight again? ”

"Arrogant."

“……”

The man's eyes widened, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What the senior just said is ......?"

Li Chenghui smiled and said, "I said, I want to defend it, right now!" ”