Chen Goudan trembled and asked, "Master, isn't it the opponent you arranged?" ”

Xiang Qian was stunned again, and then thought of the bull he had casually bragged about before, and nodded subconsciously.

There is no way, the dignity of the teacher must always be maintained.

Chen Goudan let out a sigh of relief when he heard this: "That's good, the master almost scared me to death just now." ”

Xiang Qian smiled dryly, and suddenly reacted when he saw Sun Ergou, who was covered in blood.

"Wait, you said that Long Aotian went to Zhao Laoshi because he challenged his opponent?"

"Yes, the next battle of the fifth junior brother is also against the barbarians, and the third junior brother is worried that the fifth junior brother will be injured like the senior brother, so he went to advise."

After speaking, Chen Goudan thought that Shizun was worried about his disciple's injury, so he said: "Master, the third senior brother said, the opponents you arranged are all arranged according to our strength, and the reason why the senior brother is so seriously injured is that the senior brother has just started to underestimate the enemy." Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Brother will not underestimate the enemy. ”

Is this a question of underestimating the enemy?

Xiang Qian regretted a little, he should have given his disciples more attention.

Although these disciples came by themselves, they still have some feelings for getting along these days.

What's more, the death of the disciple will lead to a sharp decrease in the prestige of the sect, and maybe he will be buried with him at that time.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about the dignity of the teacher, and hurriedly said, "Which ring is your fifth junior brother in?" ”

"Number 132."

After receiving the answer, Xiang Qian ignored Chen Goudan and turned around and left.

Zhao Laoshi's old bones are not like Sun Ergou's god of war physique, and they will be shattered when touched.

The only heaven-level qualification disciple, you can't have an accident.

Trotting all the way, Xiang Qian kept shuttling through the crowd, and finally arrived at Ring 132.

Squeezed to the front amid the many dissatisfied insults, and saw Long Aotian standing under the ring.

"Aotian."

Long Aotian looked at Xiang Qian in surprise, he had never seen his master appear in several competitions.

"Master."

"What about Zhao Laoshi?"

Long Aotian pointed to the ring: "Just got into the ring." ”

Xiang Qian looked and saw that the thin Zhao Laoshi was stepping on the steps step by step with the heroic posture of a strong man who would never return.

"Throw in the towel, throw in the towel." Xiang Qian shouted below.

Long Aotian was stunned for a moment and said, "Master, you can't admit defeat when you go to the ring. ”

Xiang Qian reacted at this time and shouted at Zhao Laoshi: "Be honest, admit defeat immediately after contact." ”

It's just that he is just an ordinary person who has not cultivated after all, and his voice is directly drowned in the noise of the scene.

Looking at the barbarian strong man opposite Zhao Laoshi, Xiang Qian didn't care about the rules and was about to come to power, but was stopped by Long Aotian.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Long Aotian already faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart: "Is there a problem with this opponent?" ”

“...... Well. Since Long Aotian gave a reason, Xiang Qian also borrowed the slope to get off the donkey: "The honest opponent has been replaced." ”

"Huh?" Long Aotian's expression suddenly became serious: "Master, don't worry, I'll inform the fifth junior brother." ”

After saying that, Long Aotian ran forward.

He needs to get closer and tell the fifth junior brother that he will admit defeat immediately after making contact with the other party.

But at this time, Zhao Laoshi had already stepped into the ring, and Long Aotian was directly stopped by the guards of the guard, no matter what he said, the soldiers ignored it.

Long Aotian could only shout in the ring, but unfortunately, Zhao Laoshi was old, and although his body had improved after cultivation, he still had some ears behind his ears, and he didn't have the slightest reaction to Long Aotian's shouting.

With the host's order, Long Aotian watched with a face full of despair as the barbarians rushed towards his fifth junior brother.

Damn, who the hell is it, who changed the opponent of the fifth junior brother.

Long Aotian was full of resentment.

On the stage, the aged Zhao Laoshi avoided the attack of the barbarians amid the exclamations of the audience.

He was so scared that he couldn't even hear a sound around him.

But he knew that he couldn't do anything.

After living all his life, he was finally really looked at as an adult, and his grandson was too young, even if he believed that the sect would take good care of him, he was still not at ease.

Thinking of what the senior brother said, Zhao Laoshi secretly swore in his heart: "This is just a test for the master, and I will pass it no matter what." ”

Avoiding the barbarian attack again, this time, Zhao Laoshi tried to fight back.

A fist hit the barbarian's side waist, what he didn't expect was that the barbarian didn't react in the slightest, and his fist felt pain instead.

It's so hard!

What to do?

Time-consuming? No, time will allow the barbarians to accumulate anger, and they may not be able to survive until that time.

But your own attacks are not effective against the opponent at all.

Zhao Laoshi tried his best to avoid danger while thinking about countermeasures.

has worked in the land of Goolan all his life, Zhao Laoshi has no other skills, and his ability to observe and speak is still good.

He could see that the barbarian wanted to kill him as soon as he came up.

With a few misses, the barbarian was angry and a little more impatient at the same time, and his movements were far less vigilant than before.

Zhao Laoshi's slightly cloudy eyes flashed with light, and he no longer fought back, focusing his attention on dodging.

Every time he avoided it, the audience would exclaim.

This exclamation was a blatant irony for Dhara.

He was a member of the barbarians, and in his cognition, the barbarians should not use their fists on an old man who was weak.

When Uzi asked him to torture the old man in the most cruel way, he felt that it was an insult to himself.

Forced by Uzi's identity, he had to agree to come down.

He only wanted to beat the old man to death with one punch, which not only fulfilled Uzi's request, but also expressed his dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, from the time he came to the stage to the present, he didn't even touch the corner of the old man's clothes.

The old man, who looked like he might break his bones every time he dodged, was like a wicker in the wind. Always dodge your own attacks.

What's more serious is that this 'wicker' is still slapping his face fiercely while dodging his own attacks.

"Damn, shit. That's the real insult. ”

Anger swelled up, and Dhara was more eager to beat the old man to death, and his movements became faster and faster.

Zhao Laoshi dodged more hard, and his wrinkled face revealed a little smile.

In Lichun Temple, the guests who can't wait are the best ones.

Dhara's movements accelerated, and Zhao Laoshi's dodging movements were also speeding up.

Faster movements, more strength, no one noticed, and Zhao Laoshi kicked out of the potholes in the ring.

Zhao Laoshi's landing point every time is in the pothole, and the hole is constantly expanding.

Zhao Laoshi sweated like rain, and looked even more tired than Dhara.

Everyone felt that the next moment, Zhao Laoshi would be punched away.

Sure enough, after Zhao Laoshi avoided Dhara's attack again, the whole person stepped out of an arc and sent an old face to the fist on the other side of Dhara.

Zhao honestly made a mistake.

Naturally, Dhara would not let go of this opportunity, and in the exclamation of everyone, he stepped forward and punched him hard.