Han Yun shook his head nonchalantly,

"No matter how expensive the pill is, you have to use it in the right place, and I didn't confiscate your money for teaching you martial arts, so take it."

"Thank you, Hall Master Han!"

Qiu Luan took a deep look at Han Yun, took the pill and took it down.

"Heal well, but I still have to say that even if you're in your prime, you won't necessarily be able to beat her."

Han Yun said with a smile.

After thinking about it, Qiu Luan shook his head and said,

"I understand what the Lord of the Han Palace means, but I surrender without a fight, I really have the prestige of my Yin and Yang Sect, and it is not the demeanor of my generation, even if I know that I will lose, I still want to try my best."

Han Yun smiled when he heard this, looked at Qiu Luan and said,

"Indeed, when a martial artist has an indomitable spirit of life and death, he can be open-minded and have the same thoughts, but it is a battle of life and death, and this is just a competition.

The weakness of your martial arts moves, Qi Xiaoyu knows it clearly, and when you come to power, you will be defeated by the devastating and decaying, won't you also lose the face of the Yin Yang Sect?

Instead of a fiasco at that time, it is better to surrender directly now, and you can also shout that you surrendered only to give me face, so that it can also show that you know how to repay your kindness and understand the righteousness, and I will bear the infamy.

I don't care, I won't be ashamed of which of the two of you wins, I taught it anyway. ”

Qiu Luan thought for a moment, then shook his head again and said

"What Han Dianzhu said is reasonable, and there are a lot of concerns, but I don't have so many ideas, I'm just a vulgar martial artist, I only know how to fight with the enemy with all my strength, and I don't understand anything else.

Therefore, whether you win or lose, whether you lose face or not, you still want to play a game, at least you don't have any regrets. ”

Han Yun nodded, no longer insisted, and took out another pill and handed it to Qiu Luan.

"What are you doing here?"

"After the beating, eat another pill."

Hearing Han Yun's words, the corners of Qiu Luan's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly took the pill and put it in his pocket.

It seems that the Han Hall Lord has already thought that he will definitely lose.

He didn't go anywhere else, so he sat beside Han Yun and silently healed his wounds.

After noon, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the final battle began.

Qi Xiaoyu and Qiu Luan walked into the ring together, and after the salute, with the sound of a gong, the battle began.

The fierce battle between the two sides unfolded in an instant, and in order to show respect for the opponent, Qi Xiaoyu did not use the talisman again, but used his true skills to fight against Qiu Luan.

Both of them exerted twelve points of strength, and in this battle, the audience outside who looked directly at it were fascinated and applauded loudly.

"This is called Armageddon, this is the battle of champions, it's so exciting!"

"The shots of the two people, the moves went straight to the point, they were extremely fierce, and the ring was cracked, it can be seen that the two people are using all their strength, they are really fighting, not acting!"

"I originally thought that this decisive battle would be determined by the Yin-Yang Sect like the low-level battlefield, after all, one is the elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, and the other is the wife of the Han Hall Lord."

"That's right, it's the Qi family, but it's still a civil war in the Yin Yang Sect."

"But this time I didn't let it go, it was really a fight, I was going to scold if someone didn't fight and surrender directly, but I didn't expect it to be really beaten, and it was so fierce."

"Heh, do you think that the Lord of the Han Palace is the same as you, people will not control the game, if he wants to control it, this bet and odds can make him make a lot of money, the Lord of the Han Palace, Gao Feng Liangjie, will definitely not do this."

"That's right, both of them came out of the Han Palace, maybe the Han Palace Lord also wants to see which one is stronger and which is weaker, and there will be no direct surrender."

"Yes, if that's the case, it's okay if you don't watch this martial arts conference."

Hearing the praise of the audience behind him, Han Dianzhu had no shame, and looked at the ring with straight eyes.

The two people in the ring are both extremely strong men, one is famous for his quick moves and sharp tricks, and the other is Taijiquan Bajiquan Dragon Eighteen Palms in succession, all kinds of martial arts emerge in endlessly, the two sides are inseparable from each other, and they exchange injuries for injuries.

In the end, both sides were angry, and they no longer cared about the face of the Han Hall Lord, and their moves were all aimed at abolishing each other.

Qi Xiaoyu was slapped several times, and there were not many injuries on his body, but he had internal injuries, while Qiu Luan was full of wounds, which was worse than the previous fight with the strong man of the Witch God Sect.

His injuries in the morning have not completely healed, and his internal strength has not fully recovered, and he can almost be regarded as half-crippled when he fights against Qi Xiaoyu at this time.

Han Yun was right, with his current state, it was indeed difficult to win against Qi Xiaoyu.

Because Qi Xiaoyu is in his heyday.

Qiu Luan fought very fiercely in the early stage, because he knew that if he didn't fight quickly, he would definitely lose if he dragged on, but Qi Xiaoyu parried his early offensive.

Now is the late stage, Qiu Luan's sequelae are revealed, too much physical and internal force was consumed in the early stage, and now it can't be parried, the action and offensive have slowed down a lot, and the rhythm has gradually changed from offense to defense.

Qi Xiaoyu gradually mastered the rhythm of the attack, and finally, she found an opportunity, the blade cut through the palm of the opponent's defense, Qiu Luan was in pain, and Qi Xiaoyu took advantage of the situation to put the blade on Qiu Luan's neck.

There was silence in the ring, and the battle stopped.

Qiu Luan smiled bitterly, waved his hands, and took a few steps back,

"I lost."

Qi Xiaoyu put away the knife, hung it back on his waist, endured the severe pain on his body, and said with a smile,

"Actually, your strength is stronger than mine, and I can win you, firstly because you consumed too much in the morning, and secondly, because I know your martial arts too well."

"Winning is winning, losing is losing, it doesn't mean that whoever is strong will definitely be able to win, in that case, the two sides don't have to fight, just need to compare to see who has more strength and who has internal strength behind it.

Status, intelligence, tactics, moves, and reflexes, combat experience, these are the key factors that determine victory or defeat, the battle process is changing rapidly, a small mistake will be wasted, strength is one aspect of victory or defeat, but not decisive.

You've won, the champion of the Midland Battlefield, it's yours. ”

Qiu Luan clasped his palms, and then flew out of the ring, and a nurse from the Yin Yang Sect came to bandage and heal him.

Qi Xiaoyu stood in the ring and bowed to him.

In the surrounding stands, deafening cheers rang out.

First, this game is really exciting, and neither side has released water, which is respect for the opponent and respect for the battlefield.

Second, it is Qiu Luan and Qi Xiaoyu's attitude that has also won the respect of the audience.

Losing is losing, even if it's because of many factors, but no matter what, if someone wins you, you're going to lose.

The winner did not be complacent and sarcastic, but hugged his palms and bowed to bid farewell to his opponent, and the loser did not scold, unwilling, but convinced, what is this called?

This is called Wude!

This is the person who came out of Bishop Han Dian!

Some people died, but not completely......