The Tibetan people glanced at Meng Sihai and were very disapproving, only looking at the disciples.

Immediately, one of the disciples stood up and jumped into the open space that he had just moved.

"Mighty Boxing Gym Meng Sihai, please advise!"

Here, although Meng Sihai was angry, he still hugged his fist to the Kunlun disciple in accordance with the etiquette of the rivers and lakes.

"Well said, well said!"

This disciple was only in his twenties, with a dark face, a short figure, and a pair of big eyes, and when he looked at Meng Sihai, he actually had a little contempt.

But as soon as the words fell, his body flickered, and before Meng Sihai could react, he had already "snapped" twice, and slapped Meng Sihai twice.

This change surprised everyone present.

I was shocked that this person didn't talk about martial arts, and he didn't declare a war, and the second was surprised that this person shot quickly, and sure enough, the person who came was not good.

Meng Sihai's face instantly turned red, and the clear slap marks were very dazzling.

"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!"

With a wave of his fists, he pounced on the Kunlun disciple.

The Kunlun disciple smiled slightly, but he didn't let him avoid it, and went up to fight him.

Bang bang bang!

Three fists were struck, accompanied by a click, Meng Sihai's wrist was lowered, and he couldn't lift it anymore, obviously, it was a fracture.

However, the Kunlun disciple didn't mean to stop, and punched it over again, seeing that Meng Sihai couldn't avoid it.

"Forgive and forgive!"

A gray shadow left the table like lightning, and a palm came out horizontally, receiving a punch from the Kunlun disciple.

This punch, although it is powerful, is like a mud cow entering the sea, and it is turned invisible by the palm of the person who came.

The Kunlun disciple wanted to withdraw his fist and go up again, but his fist was clenched tightly by the comer, and he couldn't pull it out.

"That's what it looks like!"

The Tibetan people looked at the people who came, and showed a slight evil smile.

As soon as the words fell, I saw another disciple beside him fly in, and without saying much, he slapped the person with a palm.

The fierceness of his palm is far better than Fang Cai's punch, and the person who came looked pale and withdrew his palm to meet it.

Bang!

With a sound, the two of them each took a few steps back, glaring at each other.

"Elder Sun, good fight!"

At this time, the onlookers of Chang'an martial arts, I don't know who it was, shouted loudly.

It turned out that the one who flew to save Meng Sihai was Elder Sun, one of the three elders of the Chang'an Beggar Gang.

When Elder Sun heard the applause, his face turned pale, and he hugged his fists.

"Sun doesn't have the intention of competing, it's just a martial arts competition, and the point stops, so why do you have to kill him?"

But these words were addressed to the people of the Tibetan Sea. In terms of martial arts seniority, the two should be almost the same, so Elder Sun stood tall and was neither humble nor arrogant.

The people of Tibet still know a little bit of shame, and when they heard Elder Sun say this, they had nothing to say for a while.

But the disciples who came after him were still arrogant.

"Martial arts competition, there are casualties, skills are not as good as others, what else to say!"

These words are really strong.

When Elder Sun heard this, he sneered and shook his head, how is this kind of behavior different from the evil demon's outer path? So, I didn't want to talk to him anymore, so I turned around and prepared to go back to my seat.

But when I turned around, there was already a strong wind behind me.

"Despicable!"

"Watch the back!"

At this moment, the heroes of Chang'an Wulin hurriedly screamed and reminded.

What a Elder Sun!

When the punch reached the back, a strange move suddenly came out, and his body fell straight down, skillfully dodging the punch. Then, another roll, dodging the next attack of the Kunlun disciple.

Long Wu and Fu Canglang couldn't help frowning.

A generation of big factions, how can they not talk about martial arts so much, it seems that today they have to move their muscles and bones.