In the face of such ridicule, Hao Fei had no waves in his heart for a long time. There are everyone in this world, so there's no need to be angry about a little tongue. But he's going to look good at this one, and he's hoping that this guy wins.

The one who spoke was a young man with a hawk's nose and a small mouth, with a long face and white skin, some jet black around the eye sockets, and many whites of the eyes and few black pupils, and it looked like he had just come down from a masquerade party, and the smoky makeup had not yet had time to be removed. But this person's eyes have been looking around, never stopped, should be a very intelligent and insecure guy.

His opponent also entered the ring at this time, this is a middle-aged uncle with a stubbly beard, a strong figure, bronzed skin, a simple face, and a big wine gourd on his waist, his hair is very energetic, and he has the temperament of a martial arts master.

"Daxin divides the rudder, and the horse is empty!" The middle-aged uncle smiled and saluted with his fists.

"It doesn't matter who you are, you're not interested in listening to the rambling of the waste, come and get your death." The long-faced young man spoke in full view of everyone this time, and everyone around him frowned. In this kind of internal competition, everyone tacitly pays attention to a little humility, but this young man's hurtful mouth has obviously attracted the anger of the public.

The middle-aged uncle's smile froze on his face, he really didn't expect the other party to talk like this. However, like Hao Fei, he can see it at this age, and said lightly: "It's not good for young people to be so unsightly, you must know that waste can also be used." ”

"Nonsense!" The long-faced young man didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and rushed over. As long as both sides stand in this ring, it means that the competition begins, and it is not a foul for him to do so.

Although the middle-aged uncle was talking, his body was tense, and when he saw that the other party had already made a move, he was no longer distracted and swung his fist.

Hao Fei watched it with relish below, an expert in the doorway, and the uncle used the return wind and willow fist, the moves were very general, but they were used very decently, every move and style were very standard, and they were not dogmatic, and there were hidden changes.

The long-faced young man's martial arts are almost meaningless, and he was beaten by the uncle step by step, and he was in danger. He used a silk grappling hand, and it stands to reason that although this set of martial arts is not as good as the return wind and willow fist, as long as he can move more and defend more, he will not have such a big disadvantage.

After more than a dozen moves, the uncle's fist has been used smoothly, and every punch and every palm are beaten with tiger and tiger, if there is no accident, there will be a dozen more moves to distinguish the winner and loser. The long-faced young man had already been hit by seven or eight punches, and although he had unloaded part of his strength for each punch, it was not easy to accumulate mortal injuries. There was already an irritated look on the young man's face, and everyone could already see that his silk grappling hand was only six or seven levels at most, and he was not skilled at all, and his movements were even more unstable under this disadvantage.

"Hey!" Seeing that the long-faced young man who was about to run out of mountains and rivers suddenly screamed, the corners of his eyes were hideous, and he pushed towards the other party's shoulder with a palm, ignoring the fist that was about to hit his chest.

"Be careful!" Hao Fei couldn't help but shout in a low voice. At this time, the long-faced young man did not reach the end of the mountain, and he exchanged his chest for his shoulder, no matter how he calculated, he was not a fool, unless he had some hidden killing moves.

The middle-aged uncle also knew that something was wrong, but he fought too smoothly in front of him, and now that his moves were old, he couldn't change them at all, and the only thing he could do was to put away half of his internal force and put it on the shoulder that was about to be hit to defend.

"Phew!" Both sides were slapped at the same time, and the long-faced young man had already suffered a lot of blows in front of him, plus this time he was head-on and took all his strength, and finally suffered a slight injury, was knocked to the ground, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. But he didn't care, slowly stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb, and laughed silently.

The middle-aged uncle only took a step back after being slapped by the palm, and slowly put out a starting pose, as if there was no problem.

Hao Fei has been observing very carefully, there is nothing wrong with this uncle's appearance, but his face has become very different from before, not only his expression is solemn, but his originally healthy blood color is slowly fading. Looking at the young man again, he still posed as a silk grab, but the most conspicuous thing was that on his hands, there was a faint black gas entangled, exuding a cold atmosphere.

"Poison Palm?" Everyone in the audience was exclaiming. Although the beggar gang does not prohibit disciples from learning other martial arts, it is difficult to practice kung fu such as poisonous palms. Because if you want to learn this kind of palm technique, you not only need to deal with a lot of poisons every day, but also need to have a master to guide you at any time, otherwise you will be in danger of poisoning and death at any time. Even if the first two conditions are met, it is not necessarily safe, and even the five poisons and the stars often have cases of poisoning after operation errors.

Poison has never been a simple thing, otherwise it would not always be classified as a treasure for anti-poison things. The youth stepped forward and began to take the initiative to attack. He had already suffered minor injuries, and his movements were inevitably somewhat affected, so there was no threat at this speed. It's a pity that in such a situation, the middle-aged uncle could only barely raise his arm to block it, and the other party's poisonous palm print on his bare arm obviously appeared with some black marks.

The palm power can be resisted, but the poisonous skill cannot be cracked, the uncle reluctantly took a few steps back, widened the distance, pressed the gourd on his waist with both hands, and showed a complicated expression on his face that began to turn blue, as if his hidden killing move was in this wine gourd. The young man didn't care about this, he didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe, he glared at his feet, and slapped his palms one after the other. He knew very well that the current situation did not require any moves that intersected between the virtual and the real, and he could just slap casually.

In the end, the middle-aged uncle gave up his shot, and at the moment when the opponent was about to shoot himself, he fell to the ground and rolled down from the ring, and immediately sat cross-legged after eating two anti-poison pills and began to use his skills to force the poison.

Now the second-order antidote pill is very expensive, and the average player rarely buys it, and the beggars who help the poisonous resistance Baina suit protect themselves, and generally do not deliberately spend this money, so most people still carry the first-order antidote pill to defend themselves. Fortunately, the beggar gang's 100 clothes have 30% poison resistance, which greatly relieves the medicinal power of the toxin.

After the young man triumphed, he did not immediately step out of the ring, but said to everyone in the audience: "The beggar gang's martial arts are really bad, they are rubbish at all." The rest of you, those who know each other will withdraw from the competition by themselves, don't come up and be embarrassed, after I become a senior brother, the beggars will have face outside. ”

After speaking, he spat heavily into the ring, jumped down, and walked outside. At this time, there was still a faint black qi entwining in his palms, and several NPCs and players in that direction avoided his body while being a little afraid, making way for a wide path.

There is another competition next, and both sides are decent, fighting each other with skill and technique. Hao Fei looked at it for a while, feeling that it was not interesting, and he couldn't let go of the poisonous young man in his heart, so he decided to go out and inquire.